Message-ID: 091302Z23011995@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.masturbation X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.masturbation Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an164453@anon.penet.fi Lines: 39
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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