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I would like to share a few masturbation stories.
To start with, I am a 31 y.o. divorced white male, 5'9", 149 lbs., 7" cock, straight. I live in Austin, Texas which is a great place for masturbation.
I have masturbated since I was about 12. I remember the first few times. I would go into my mother's bathroom, and one day while I was removing my briefs in order to urinate, the fabric brushed across the tip of my cock in an extremely pleasurable way. This absolutely got my attention, and so over the next couple of weeks I would go back to that bathroom, and continue to experiment. Of course, my little thing was becoming a big thing, and I learned various ways to touch to get new sensations. Anyway, after one heated session things were going too fast and I was getting kind of worried for some reason. All of a sudden a tiny bit of come squirted out, and it really scared me. I thought I had broken something. I must have gotten scared enough that I didn't feel the explosion of an orgasm, because I stopped just before climax. (Of course I didn't know what climax was at the time.) The drop of come landed right near the toilet but behind it to the side, where it wasn't very obvious. For some reason I left it there, and I didn't seem to care that other people may see it. (How many people get down real close to the toilet to clean, anyway?) It remained there for a very long time (a year?) Later on it was an interesting landmark to admire, even though it became clear quickly, I knew it was there.
After a couple of weeks I was back at it again, and the sensations felt so good that I decided that my worries were over, that nothing was broken after all, and even if something was, so what?! It felt too good to stop. My method at the time was two-handed, which seems kind of funny looking back on it. I have occassionaly tried two handed since then, but it doesn't feel right at all, and it gets me too sore too quickly anyway...
My favorite memories of masturbation are when my girlfriends oblige to lend me a helping hand. It seems about half of the women that I've been with know how to do it so it feels right, and half don't have a clue (but I still enjoy it! I don't have to come to enjoy it.) (What I mean by don't have a clue is not that they don't know how to do it, but that they don't know how to do it the way I like it the first time. Of course, I gladly instruct them...) I think masturbating has allowed me to train myself to control my orgasms, for better or worse (but mostly better!) Sometimes, especially the first time I'm making love to a woman, it takes me an extremely long time to come, and some women get antsy about it for some reason, feeling that they are not doing something right. The others that don't get antsy seem to want to get married very quickly! Anyway, I've learned to control when to come, and this makes love making much better. There is nothing worse than coming too fast.
Some of the experiences I've had include: taking my girlfriend to Lake Travis and..... (This wasn't around Hippie Hollow, BTW, it was on the other side of the lake near the dam.) (Hippie Hollow for those outside Austin is a clothing optional area on the lake, where masturbation occurs rather frequently, I've heard.) There is a little road right near the park entrance, and one can drive on a dirt road which will take you to a bluff overlooking the lake. We parked the car, and it was in the middle of the day (HEAT.) I think it was about the time of Live Aid, as we were listening to the broadcast on the radio. This would be July of '85. Anyway, we got out of the car, and we started kissing and hugging, and, being the risque kind of guy that I am, I just decided without warning to strip. My girlfriend was surprised, to say the least, when I pulled down my shorts. I always go for things full tilt, so having my shorts wrapped around my ankles wasn't good enough for me; I decided to take EVERYTHING off, which means all except my shoes. (Besides, if we got caught, I can't run fast with shorts around my ankles.) We weren't in a public place exactly, but there are lots of trails around the lake, and there is always a slight chance of hikers or walkers being just out of sight, or coming around a corner and spotting you. So the excitement of getting caught made my cock grow instantly (ok, ok, it actually was hard right when I got the idea to pull my pants down.) My girlfriend was sensual but not daring, and I hadn't ever discussed masturbation with her, at least from the standpoint of me masturbating, but she instantly got the idea when she saw my cock sticking out like a flagpole under the hot sun. So she stood behind me and grabbed my cock with her right hand and and started pumping away. It seemed like about ten minutes, but it probably was only about two, when I squirted a large load. I like to tense my leg muscles (sometimes to the point of cramps!) and sometimes I bend over at the waist with my hands on my knees when the girl is behind me. This makes the orgasm more intense. (It also allows her to play with my balls by reaching between my legs from behind. ) We just finished getting clothed again when a couple of women came out of the woods. We just smiled and jumped back in the car, and then wondered whether they heard or saw anything!
Speaking of right hands, I usually don't use mine for jacking even though I'm right handed. Oddly enough, when I have phone sex with my girlfriends (which provides some of the biggest orgasms for me) I tend to hold my cock with my right hand, with my palm on the tip of my cock, and my fingers pointing down to my balls. I guess I do it with my right because I hold the phone with my left...hmmm... But when I'm jacking alone, I much prefer my left hand. In fact, after going with my left for a while, it feels VERY uncomfortable to take over with my right. If I use my right at all, I have to start with it. Usually, I will keep the right hand busy by grabbing my balls, or massaging myself just above my pubic hair. (I usually trim my pubic hair, BTW. I don't like it long. I don't shave it, just keep it trimmed.) When I'm using my left hand, I stroke slowly. My hand moves up and down the shaft, and on the upstroke I use my thumb to massage the tip of my cock. (Most women tend to encircle their fingers around the shaft but they never touch the tip of my cock, which is what I need to come and for lube.) I usually make enough juice that I don't need any lubricant. This REALLY seems to turn girls on...especially when I taste myself when they are watching. I just take a drop from the tip of my cock, and suck my finger for a second.)
Since I don't currently have a girlfriend I have occassionally visited the "we cater to men" tanning salons in the area. For those outside of Austin ( I don't know if they exist elsewhere) these are businesses which, under the guise of a tanning salon, allow guys to jack off in front of a nude dancer. It's not cheap, but it's usually worth it. (Just don't get so horny that you accept an unattractive hostess...) I have been a few times, and most of the girls really get into watching you jack. Of course, they also are putting on a good show as well. I'll have to tell you about the time I had two girls at once at one of those places. It was a great jacking and jilling party. (Normally these places are strict about not being accused of prostitution, so they won't let you touch the girls. But some girls are more daring than others. Most of the 'salons' are in regular shopping centers, you know, next to restaurants and shops. Somehow I can't picture them in more conservative midwestern towns...)
I've got more stories if you're interested...If you want me to talk more, just ask, or please send email.