Message-ID: <091302Z23011995@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.masturbation
From: an164453@anon.penet.fi
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Organization: Anonymous contact service
Reply-To: an164453@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 23 Jan 1995 09:07:55 UTC
Subject: My First time
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Haven't seen any good stories about early masturbation experiences 
lately, so here's mine.
My first sexual orientation was when I was 5 and we moved to a new city. 
I was the only uncircumcised boy on the block, and all the other little 
boys liked to play "show and tell" so they could watch me run my skin 
back. None of them could do that. I liked to play with my cute little 
prick, too, although I got no particularly joyous sensations from it. 
When i was 10 or 11, I was walking with a neighbor girl in the woods, 
when she suddenly stopped, squatted and peed on the ground. I had never 
seen a girl pee before, and it was somehow very exciting. I had the urge 
to piss right there, too, but being modest, I refrained. But I was from 
that day aware that private parts were for more than just pissing. 

Not long after, when I was in my first year in Junior High, I was at home 
after school in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet doing my usual job, 
when I realized that my penis was hard as a rock.  I had seen that happen 
before, but this time I had a strange desire to pull on it. I began, just 
for fun, and soon realized that it felt rather nice. I thought I should 
quit, but instead I continued to rub up and down. It began to feel *very* 
good, so I continued, slowly up and down. In no time my heart started to 
pound, by breathing accelerated, and what my hand was doing to my penis 
became so absolutely wonderful I wanted to scream. I felt as thought I 
were about to pee, but instead, I let go with a stream of milky stuff 
that went all over the toilet seat, my skinny bare legs, and the bathroom 
floor. I was certain I had ruined my penis somehow, but I dared not tell 
anyone.  It was my miserable secret for an hour or two when I had to go 
pee again, and then I discovered everything was really all right. It was 
then I decided that maybe I could do that Wonderful Thing every afternoon 
in the locked bathroom after school, and so I started on a pleasant 
activity I have kept up for a half century since then!  I still did not 
know what it was or what it meant, but that is another story for another 
time.

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