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Masturbation - Wanking Autobiography by Julian
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
My discovery of the existence of
masturbation, although
not the pleasures it offered, was at prep school at the age of twelve. I
had, of course, experienced erections but had not associated them with
particularly pleasurable feelings. In the dormitory we paired off and got
into bed with our partner and played with each others dicks, but I never
got an erection doing this, even though my partner did, and I was never aware
of anyone doing anything except “fiddling”. Then, one evening,
a classmate, who was considerably more sexually developed than I, with a
bush of pubic hair and a thick penis, persuaded me one evening, after
“lights-out” to join him in the classroom to do some
“homework” - something we “prefects” in charge of dormitories
were allowed to do. We were in our pyjamas and as soon as we sat down L.
F. put his hand inside the front of mine and started stroking my penis. I
was surprised, but not particularly shocked as I was a little in awe of him
and the size of his penis and also he had done the same to me once when I
was in the bath. He took my hand and put it on his penis, which was hard
and erect. My penis remained flaccid and he told me to try and pee into my
pyjamas – why, I couldn’t think, though the idea attracted me.
I not only tried, but succeeded in soaking my pyjamas, but my penis remained
limp. He encouraged me to rub his erect penis up and down which I mechanically
did, and eventually he took out his handkerchief, covered his penis and continued
to rub it himself. A damp stain suddenly appeared on the handkerchief and
I innocently thought he had pissed into his handkerchief, the pleasure of
which I could understand as I took great pleasure in peeing a little in my
pyjamas after lights out and had recently been accused of wetting my bed
because of the yellow stains discovered on my pyjamas and sheets. So I first
experienced masturbation
without having the slightest idea of what it really was.
When I moved to a grammar school,
masturbation – wanking
- was the main topic of conversation and I was made to look a fool as it
was obvious from my reactions to the accounts of their exploits, that I did
not do it. They would talk about “shooting” competitions which
took place on “the island” on the river where the school went swimming.
It seemed that the idea was that each boy masturbated in turn, shooting his
sperm as far as possible. The furthest point reached by his sperm was marked
and of course the winner was the firer of the longest shot. Mutual
masturbation was also
rife, though of course I was left out of it and had no idea it was happening,
until eventually the authorities decided to bring it to an end. Each boy
was given a questionnaire which asked with whom he had done it and how often.
Being still naive and innocent I thought this was referring to
“pilling” which was quite simply playfully grabbing at one
another’s private parts, another popular pastime. I had done this
occasionally to another new boy, H, and dutifully admitted as much when answering
the questionnaire. Fortunately it was realised that I was not a mutual
masturbator and I was not sent to the headmaster for a caning, the punishment
administered to all the self-confessed onanists. Later I was to regret not
having gone through the mutual
masturbation phase –
it is still among my fantasies. The “unlucky” ones seemed to have
learned their lesson as talk of
masturbation all but
ceased – in fact it was now generally considered as something one
“didn’t do”. It was all right for them, but it was something
I had never tried, probably simply because I was a late developer; I was
fourteen before I had anything like a reasonable bush of pubic hair. I enjoyed
playing with my penis, I would often get an erection and I enjoyed rubbing
it up and down – but so far it had gone no further than that, even though
I knew something should happen. And then, one evening as I was doing my homework,
I started playing with my erect penis and a wonderful feeling came over me.
I could feel something happening ‘down there’, something which
required me to continue rubbing, more and more vigorously. I did so, the
blissful sensation intensified and suddenly something welled up inside my
penis and it exploded. A thick white liquid leapt out in spurts and went
all over my desk, my trousers, my hands – and the feeling was out of
this world! I had masturbated and experienced my first orgasm. Of course
I could do nothing about the feeling of guilt which overwhelmed me –
but even that could not detract from the pleasure I had experienced. The
next morning, however, it became clear to me that God had punished me for
my sin – my penis was crooked! It curved in a semi-circle and looked
most strange and unnatural. How could I appear naked in the shower? Everyone
would know what I had done. I rubbed it into an erection - and the situation
was even worse. It was deformed! I felt awful for all of two days and then
the urge to masturbate again became stronger than the shame at the deformation
of my penis. At least I now had nothing to lose! I masturbated without any
feeling of guilt – and when the erection subsided I had the impression
that the curve was less obvious. Well, I had better make sure. True enough,
after two or three more sessions of sheer bliss, my penis was as straight
as an arrow and the only difference between my pre- and post-masturbatory
penis was that the foreskin had started to recede and this eventually gave
the impression that I had been circumcised. So, I was now definitely a
masturbator – nothing could alter that - so I masturbated regularly,
but of course kept it to myself.
Masturbation was rarely
talked about at school now and when it was it was usually presented as something
other boys did and I began to feel that I perhaps shouldn’t be doing
it. But I continued - and not always privately. I found that by tucking my
erect penis under my left thigh I could, by sitting on my left hand, masturbate
during lessons.
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I was once seen by a schoolmate who accused me of committing the forbidden
act but I rather unconvincingly denied it and no more was said. Whether there
were any semen stains on the back of my trousers, I don’t know. There
should have been, the amount of sperm I usually ejaculated! For some reason,
the best mathematician in the class, H., a rather strange boy who had an
uncoordinated walk, was known to be a regular masturbator. Perhaps the reason
it was well-known was because other boys had done what I was destined to
do with him. One afternoon, H. and I were alone in the classroom doing some
revision and chatting when H. started rubbing his trousers. He then opened
his flies and took out his penis, silently suggesting I did the same. I needed
very little persuading, and when we both had firm erections we each spontaneously
took hold of the other’s penis. His was smaller than mine – thinner
at least – but it was a thrilling experience which heightened the excitement
welling up inside my penis and I ejaculated very quickly, spurting sperm
all over my trousers. H. seemed not to want to come as he immediately pushed
his penis back into his trousers. I think we then both went our separate
ways and no more was said about the occurrence. It had a traumatic effect
on me though. I was mortified at what I had done, and I think this harmless
homosexual act was the driving force that made me want to become a priest
– as if to do penance for committing an unpardonable sin. There was
no more mutual
masturbation after this
but I did take part in a very harmless “circle jerks” session with
a group of schoolmates at the home of one of them one Saturday afternoon
after school. We were sitting in his room, chatting and it became obvious
that R., who had a massive penis (everyone knew that as we all swam nude
in the river), had got an erection. Well, it was more than obvious as it
stretched half-way down his thigh under his trousers! We joked about it but
this ensured that most of us got aroused too. Nobody took out his penis but
one by one we started masturbating through our trousers and it was pretty
obvious that we all came in our pants – at least we each made everyone
else promise that he had actually ejaculated!. R. fascinated me – I
used to sit next to him in the chemistry lab and one day he drew my attention
to his erection. I playfully nudged his leg with mine so that it squeezed
his penis against his other leg and he silently encouraged me to continue.
I assume he came as he said afterwards that you didn’t have to actually
touch someone’s penis to masturbate him. I suppose I became something
of a compulsive masturbator – at least, I did it several times a week.
Bed after lights-out, of course, was a common location. The hand seemed to
move unguided towards the penis which immediately stiffened – and the
rest followed naturally. Once, before lights-out, I was caught in the act
by my mother who entered the room unexpectedly as I was masturbating with
the bedclothes thrown back. I quickly covered myself and she did not bat
an eyelid, although she must have seen what I was doing. She probably accepted
it as quite natural, but nevertheless I felt ashamed. Funnily enough it never
occurred to me that the semen stains on my sheets and underpants must have
made it quite plain to my mother how frequently I masturbated. The loo was
also a place to masturbate, the combination of urinating, defecating and
ejaculating brought intensified pleasure. Once I masturbated by rubbing a
half-erect penis against my anal orifice so that the sperm shot out, if not
into my arse, then all over it. The bath, also was an ideal place, with soapy
hands sliding smoothly over the penis increasing the intensity of the orgasm.
I became very deft at masturbating in my trousers by putting my hand in my
pocket, arranging my penis so that it was pointing vertically towards my
stomach and then rubbing it with the minimum of hand movement. I could do
this undetected (I assumed) while in company. On one occasion I did it while
playing a game of table-tennis with my sister. Whether or not she thought
it strange I should be playing table-tennis with one hand in my pocket, I
don’t know! Also, I must have smelt of sperm, as my pants were frequently
soaked in it! Of course, it was known to me that the “natural”
reason for my penis being able to ejaculate sperm was not solely to give
me pleasure but to impregnate a member of the opposite sex and so perpetuate
the human race. As I grew older the thought of “humping”
a girl instead of masturbating became a pleasurable fancy, but actually doing
it with any girl I had ever met was wholly out of the question. It was something
one didn’t do. So one masturbated and fantasised. I remember going for
a long walk the evening before my “A” Levels started and imagining
a woman appearing out of nowhere and persuading me to make love with her.
The epilogue of this fantasy was, of course, a brief pause in my walk to
sit on the grass behind a hedge, take out my penis and slowly masturbate.
Masturbating outside was particularly enjoyable – there was a sense
of oneness with nature as the sperm fell on the grass or leaves. Masturbating
outside is something I have practised with particular enjoyment throughout
my life. On walks I would stop to have a pee and end up masturbating as well
and sometimes I combined it with defecating. Once I went for a walk with
nothing under my plastic rain trousers which had only holes for pockets so
that I could masturbate throughout the walk, the plastic against my skin
providing an extra stimulant. However the climax to my open-air masturbating
came later on in life when I rolled naked in the morning dew high up on a
mountain and masturbated into the grass.
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The year after leaving school I added another masturbatory method to my
repertoire, which, as yet, was not particularly imaginative. I started working
in Salisbury and my godmother gave me some money to buy a moped, to save
on bus-fares. It was not long before I realised that if I arranged my penis
so that it was pressed against the saddle, the vibrations of the engine would
bring me delightfully to orgasm and I could control the timing of it at will.
It was also at this time that I used “pissing” as a stimulator,
although in a very anti-social way. I would go into a public toilet near
the theatre, where I went every week, enter the cubicle and urinate all over
the place, over the walls, lavatory bowl, floor, and then, suitably aroused,
masturbate, making sure that the sperm was in an easily noticeable place.
I did not realise it at the time, but this was the forerunner of a masturbatory
stimulant that I would use and develop later in life. Leaving home and going
up to London change the venue but not the method of my masturbatory pursuits.
When staying in hotels I took delight in leaving obvious semen stains on
the sheets for the chambermaid to see. I was tempted to wet the bed as well
but never dared. The most I did was defecate in the bath, until once I blocked
the drain and had great difficulty unblocking it! Stains on the sheets always
excited me. Once when, to earn some extra money, I was doing some housework
for some friends who were homosexual and, when making the bed, I discovered
semen stains on the sheets. I immediately got an erection and was tempted
to add mine to them, but restrained myself and went to the toilet to masturbate.
In London I discovered that public toilets sported verbal and pictorial
pornography, usually crude, but for me, exciting. I would frequently masturbate
in public toilets, usually onto the floor. Once I masturbated into a pornographic
drawing on the door, only to find that my sperm was trickling down to the
floor and could be seen by anyone who happened to be on the other side. It
was soon after leaving home that I started having sex with girls, which I
found both physically and psychologically preferable to
masturbation, though
it did not entirely replace it. My sex drive was such that my prick needed
at least four or five outlets a week, be it up a vagina or between my fingers.
There was something about the freedom of
masturbation that made
it a very relaxing as well as invigorating pastime. I never admitted to a
girl that I masturbated, and at that stage I didn’t realise that girls
also did it – otherwise I might have brought the subject up. I got married
very young, to a woman eight years older than myself whom I had got pregnant.
Sex with her was great, but I was in her hands as far as the intensity of
love-making was concerned, so I continued to masturbate to fill in the gaps.
Actually, she was the first woman whom I knew that she knew I masturbated,
as, during a week of enforced “celibacy” the week before we were
married I masturbated in bed almost every night and then took my sheets to
her to be washed! This intensive period of
masturbation did not
prevent me from making love more than twenty times during our week’s
honeymoon. So I continued my masturbatory pursuits in public toilets, in
the toilet at home, in the bath, even in bed next to my sleeping wife, while
reading “Fanny Hill”. It was something so natural, so harmless,
yet I still had pangs of guilt when the sheer joy of the orgasm had died
down. But of course I continued doing it – and took great pleasure from
it! I sometimes used a rolled up newspaper or magazine as a “vagina”,
and also masturbated by lying on my stomach and rubbing my penis against
the sheets or between a pillow and the lower sheet, sometimes into a lubricated
plastic bag.. My marriage soon came to an end and
masturbation became my
only outlet for a while. I think it was during this period, while living
alone and doing my own washing that I discovered how sexually exciting I
found urinating and defecating in my pants. To feel the warm urine trickling
down my trouser legs and my pants filling out with poop was an incredible
excitement. I suppose it was simply reliving the primal pleasure of soiling
and wetting nappies! I also enjoyed going to a public toilet at Fulham station
and urinating and defecating beside the lavatory bowl and then masturbating.
There was a hole in the door and once, looking through it, I could see a
man masturbating into the urinal. This was the first time as an adult that
I had seen someone else masturbating and I spent quite a lot of time and
effort after that trying to repeat the experience, without much success.
Eventually I found a girl who wanted sex as intensively as I did and we had
a ball together, with plenty of experimentation. We went to sex shops together,
took polaroid photos of each other masturbating – although she refused
to admit to having masturbated and did not like talking about it. So, I enjoyed
sex with her – and when we were apart I continued to masturbate, but
without telling her. Later I fell in love with a woman who satisfied me
intellectually but who wasn’t as free sexually, or as horny as S. Although
sex with her was fine, it was not as frequent as I would have liked. We were
close enough for me to talk about masturbating and she seemed to understand
if not entirely approve, so I continued freely and sometimes told her about
it, which I found quite an arousing experience. Later on in our relationship
I frequently masturbated next to her in bed while she slept, very often as
a sort of revenge for being rejected! I masturbated with the minimum of movement
and then wiped the sperm over my stomach to avoid any stains on the sheets.
A couple of times I masturbated in the couchette compartment of a night train
when going on holiday with her.
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There was an added pleasure in doing something so “forbidden” in
the presence of people who would have been shocked if they had known. I even
managed to masturbate unnoticed (I hope!) in a crowded swimming pool. One
summer, when alone at home, I would masturbate frequently onto the sheets
and then leave the bed unmade so the young gypsy housemaid would see the
stains. I quickly discovered a couple more masturbatory methods. Bath taps
were half way along the bath and by letting the water flow onto my erect
penis I reached orgasm with no self-contact at all. Each bath also had a
hand-held shower which, played onto the frenum was also delightfully stimulating
and this became a favourite masturbatory “toy”. Also, the bath
was as excellent place for sticking a soapy finger up my arse while I
masturbated, something I learnt from a book and accepted willingly. Of course,
I also used “girlie” and pornographic magazines as a stimulation
and enjoyed ejaculating over the pictures. I remember trying a new masturbatory
method while looking at one – namely pulling the foreskin down as far
as possible and holding the penis firmly without any movement. The orgasm
was quite intense, but I did not use this method frequently as the book which
had given me the idea warned that it could result in a reduction of sensation
in the frenum. Although I cannot pretend to have really practised transvestitism,
I have put on ladies tights and masturbated in front of a mirror wearing
them. There were three things that turned me on; one was the bizzare sight
of an erection stretching the tights unnaturally, creating a pyramid in the
front; the second was looking at my erect penis pressed either down against
my leg, or up against my stomach – and the sperm oozing out through
the mesh as I ejaculated; the third was to push my penis back between my
legs so that I looked like a woman. I then just looked at the hand on the
pubic hair and fantasised female
masturbation! My work
took me away from home quite frequently, sometimes for several months. Then
my wanking
masturbation became my
only sexual outlet and my imagination began to work and I tried a number
of new methods. One was taking half a loaf of bread, making a hole just the
diameter of the penis and putting a plastic bag inside the hole and then
wrapping it round the half-loaf. I took this to bed with me and it served
as an excellent mock vagina. After coming I left the sperm-filled bread by
the side of the bed and in the morning masturbated with it again, the previous
night’s sperm acting as an arousing lubricant. I also discovered in
a book, a masturbatory method that involved crouching down on my heels and
tucking my erect penis between them and bouncing up and down, This worked
best with a lubricant, or in the bath with soap. Another method was to lie
on my back with my knees tucked up to my waist and then put my penis between
my knees – and squeeze! Frustrated at not being able to suck my own
penis, something I had once done in a wet dream, I would lie on the bed or
floor and throw my legs back over my head, so that my penis was directly
above my mouth. I would then masturbate, ejaculating directly into my mouth.
When on my own for several months, staying in a hotel, I would treat myself
to long, relaxed masturbating sessions when I would relax naked on the bed
in front of a mirror and caress myself for as long as possible without reaching
orgasm. In the bathroom, pissing continued to be frequent masturbatory aids.
Some of the above masturbatory methods I transformed into a rhyme: Wanks
for the memory Relaxed, I lie upon the bed, My body straight, my legs outspread;
My eyes towards the looking glass, I stick one finger up my arse. The other
hand goes to my prick, And when it’s straight and getting thick, I put
some oil upon the crown And then I rub it up and down Gently, until it’s
getting thicker, And then I start to rub it quicker. When the juices start
to come, I wipe them off with my left thumb, Which I then suck – oh,
what a taste, A nectar sweet, too good to waste. Now I stand up and walk
around, And then I lie upon the ground And rub my prick against the rug –
How soft it is, how smooth, how snug. O, it’s too much! I’m going
to come – Once more my finger’s in my bum… No, no – not
yet, not quite so fast! I want this wank to last and last… I stand up
and in the mirror glance And once more round the room I prance. I crouch,
my prick between my heels – Bounce up and down – how good it feels!
Oh, things are coming to a head; Throbbing, I lie upon the bed And throw
my legs back o’er my hips, So my prick is right above my lips. My hand
moves faster and my left thumb Goes deeper and deeper up my bum.. I’m
coming now! The sperm is flung Into my mouth, right on my tongue! Oh how
blissful – what a joy! Thank God I’m such a naughty boy! Both in
London and on trips abroad, I discovered the joys of pornographic cinemas.
I would have an erection for most of the film but tried to keep my orgasm
until the end of the film. I would then ejaculate in my pants sometimes with
manual aid, sometimes without it. Occasionally I would put on a condom before
the film, ejaculate into it and then leave it hanging in the toilet, full
of sperm. When I was wearing a condom I did not wear underpants and cut a
hole in the left-hand pocket of my trousers so that I could touch and rub
my penis directly. I also frequented pornographic cinemas in Paris and in
Munich, as well as porno-film cabins where one could watch about ten minutes
of a film for a pound or so – long enough to get aroused and to masturbate
to orgasm. It was in Munich that I first experienced a peep-show, which entailed
going into a small cabin, putting money into a slot which opened a small
window revealing a naked girl in a sexy pose or, sometimes, playing with
herself. The plastic bag with sperm-soaked tissues in it made it clear what
had to be done, so of course I did it! In London there were peep-shows where
the girl would approach the window and ask if I wanted her to be
“naughty”. This meant slipping her extra money through the slot,
after which she would masturbate, sometimes close to the window. I of course
masturbated at the same time, ejaculating onto the wall and floor of the
cabin. Once, about half-an-hour after leaving such a peep-show, I noticed
that one shoe was covered with sperm! But back to the porno cinemas. I had
read in books that men masturbated openly in such cinemas, but I never
experienced it until I started going to a very seedy cinema club near Kings
Cross. To start with I just masturbated secretly as before, but one day I
was surprised to look down and see the man next to me stroking a half-erect
penis! He moved away from me and sat nearer the screen, openly masturbating,
without ejaculating, but continually wiping the juices from his penis with
a tissue. I came in my pants long before the end.
Eventually I realised that the place for open
masturbation was the
back row, so I went there. Nearly everyone there had their pricks out, some
masturbating gently and subtly, others making a great show of it. Some were
masturbating each other and I once witnessed a blow job. It didn’t take
long for me to join them, but if I started in the back row I found myself
coming very, very quickly, so I tended to spend the first hour in the front
row where I would ejaculate into my pants and then retire to the back for
a second orgasm. I usually slipped a condom on my penis just before orgasm
to avoid a wet, sticky mess, but I did not always succeed. There were men
who wanted to masturbate me, but I shunned that, largely because I was so
turned on that I knew I would ejaculate in a matter of seconds! I once started
playing with the prick of a rather fat, greasy man next to me, but when he
tried to grab hold of mine, I left. Then, one day, I was sitting next to
quite a respectable man who was happily masturbating and watching the film.
I tentatively stretched out my hand and touched his penis. He did not seem
to have anything against this so I took hold of it and started masturbating
him. He obviously enjoyed this, and sat back and relaxed. Then I could feel
him throbbing, he gave out a very quiet cry, and ejaculated, his sperm flying
all over his trousers, his jacket and my hand. He wiped off the sperm, buttoned
up his trousers and continued to watch the film. I had already masturbated
once, earlier, in the front row, but I was ready for another orgasm and continued
to masturbate myself, ejaculating into my handkerchief. Another place I
masturbated in front of people was on a bus, although of course no one knew
what I was doing. I managed to arrange my penis so that it was vertical,
against my stomach, and then, using the vibrations of the bus and slight
movement of my body, I brought myself to a delightful – and very messy
– orgasm! Other occasions that come to mind, though not in chronological
order, include going to a cinema to watch a perfectly ordinary film and,
being careful to sit on my own, wetting my pants deliberately during the
film. I also did this at times while going for a walk, and when I was jogging.
Once I shat myself at the end of a jog. This was, of course, when I was living
on my own and doing my own washing!
Masturbation was usually
the climax of the operation. Once in a hotel I shat on the bathroom floor
and then masturbated, watching myself the whole time in the mirror. Occasionally
during my life I witnessed men playing with themselves in public toilets
and although it intrigued me and excited me, it never went further than that.
Until a few years ago, that is. Once, going into a public urinal I noticed
that two of the other three men there were masturbating – at least,
playing with themselves. I later realised that they were soliciting and hoping
to find a partner for homosexual sex. Watching these men playing with themselves
excited me and I would get an erection and play with myself. I used to go
to this particular urinal frequently, in the hope of seeing a few erect dicks
being rubbed. Occasionally a man masturbated to ejaculation, and a couple
of times I became so excited that I myself ejaculated into the urinal, but
usually I just enjoyed playing with myself and pretending to masturbate,
to work up the other men. Occasionally a man would try to take hold of my
penis but to start with I always found this rather degrading and left
immediately. A masturbatory method I am particularly proud of is masturbating
into bread dough! Once, I was kneading dough in the kitchen and, whether
I was consciopusly or subconsciously fantasising, I don’t know, but
I got an erection and soon realised that it was going to end in
masturbation. The soft,
rubbery feel of the dough gave me an idea. I made a hole in it, put in some
olive oil and then took out my penis and inserted it in this culinary vagina.
The sensation was fabulous! I pulled it out and pushed it in, backwards and
forwards, until I could feel myself coming. The first few times I did this
I practised “coitus interruptus” and ejaculated outside the dough,
but finally I went the whole hog and completed the erotic experience by
ejaculating into the dough, then kneading it in and baking “sperm
bread”! If only those who eventually ate it had known the secret ingredient!
Zoo-sex is something I thought could never be for me, until I masturbated
a dog. Looking after someone’s dog for a week I discovered that he was
very excited by the smell of my penis, and would sniff at it and get an erection.
Fascinated, I put my hand on his penis and he got even more excited, bouncing
up and down, and when I started rubbing it he ejaculated almost immediately.
I repeated this on a number of occasions and once I let him lick my penis,
which quickly became erect, exciting him all the more. When I ejaculated
he happily licked up the sperm. Then I decided to be really daring. I wanted
to see whether he would hump me up my arse. I stripped off and went with
him to the bathroom. When I crouched like a dog I was too high so I tried
lying on my back with my legs apart, raising my arse to the height of his
prick. He tried to enter, but didn’t quite succeed and ejaculated all
over my buttocks. I came immediately! The fact that I could not share my
masturbatory experiences with my rather conservative, non-masturbating partner
became something of an obstacle to our relationship and when I met and fell
in love with a woman who not only masturbated but enjoyed talking about it
my life took a turn for the better. We have a wonderful sex-life which includes
masturbating in front of each other and, before we were married, masturbating
over the telephone. We watch pornographic films together, masturbating as
we do so, and talk openly about our masturbating experiences – Z. knows
everything I have included in this document and she has excited me with her
masturbatory life-history. We are both into pissing and frequently entertain
each other in the bathroom.
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We also masturbate on our own and then tell each other about it in great
detail. Z loves to hear about my experiences in the public urinal and porno
cinemas. She encourages my ‘latent’ homosexual fantasies and it
is thanks to her that I actually sucked a man’s prick in a porno cinema
– although I didn’t find the experience particularly pleasurable.
I think a younger prick in different circumstances is more my cup of tea.
Which brings us to fantasies. Naturally, I have always had them and they
have usually involved
masturbation. I would
like to make a pornographic film, and if I did it would include a lot of
masturbation – not
just the ejaculation after sex, but men openly masturbating because they
enjoy it! I have a fantasy about sharing a hotel room or a sleeping compartment
on a train with a strange man and then somehow discovering that he wanted
to masturbate so that we end up masturbating each other. I once wrote a short
story about this fantasy, in which I was in the lower bunk and the man in
the bunk above me came down to wash and clean his teeth. I pretended to be
asleep but threw the occasional glance at him. When he had washed his face
he lowered his trousers and started to wash his private parts. As he was
doing this he became excited and started to get an erection. I thought I
might be going to watch a “soapy-hands” job but he stopped and
climbed up to his bunk. What I had witnessed was enough to get me masturbating,
though I did it with the minimum of movement. Soon afterwards though I felt
the bunk shaking and it became clear that he was masturbating as well. I
called up and said: “Excuse me, but are you by any chance doing what
I’m doing?” “Do you mean wanking? Yes I am. Want to join me
up here?” And of course I did and it ended in a beautiful session of
mutual masturbation and
dick-sucking. I really would like to witness Z. making love with another
woman, while I masturbate. And I would love to witness other girls pissing
and to exchange pissing and masturbatory experiences with men and girls alike
over the Internet. So far, I have had a rich “alternative” masturbatory
life.. I can honestly say now that I do not regret anything I have done in
the slightest, and warmly recommend anyone to try any of these forms of
masturbation which take
their fancy. None of them harms anybody and there is no reason why they should
harm you. They are all physically harmless and if you don’t want to
do it then you won’t, so there’ll be no mental conflict! My advice
is, take it out, if you haven’t already, lie in front of a mirror and
enjoy yourself, taking Woody Allen’s advice: “Don’t knock
masturbation, it’s
sex with someone you love.”! * * * * * * *
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