My Masturbation Highlights
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***** Five Star Male Masturbation Biography
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My Masturbation Highlights
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
My introduction to masturbation came fairly late. Like all kids I became
aware of my morning "boners" as something to hide rather than enter the breakfast
area with while wearing nothing but underwear. I remember watching my friend
try on his big sister's underwear when both of us were grade school kids
but neither of us had any remote sexual ideas. He merely liked the feel of
the lingerie and never became aroused. A couple of years later like all nearly
pubescent male I would do everything, follow any lead to find a dirty magazine
to look at, all the while acting as if I had friend who would buy the thing
if I could get it to him. It is interesting the way kids censure themselves
with such things. I have very devout Christian parents, yet they never harassed
me about sexual issues. The standard sex-education was begun in eight-grade
much to the hilarity of the student body. Naturally the subject was interesting
and slightly titillating but mostly it was awkward. Our teacher did her best
to effectively teach us about all aspects of sex, including a passing mention
of masturbation. This now seems odd considering it was years before most
of us would have real sex partners. Obviously the teacher knew masturbation
was or would soon be our only sexual outlet. In any case, some of my favorite
memories are masturabatory experiences.
I think the first came after a sleep-over with some friends. It was in my
seventh or eighth grade year. My friend John was far more interested in girls
than I was. He would talk about the cute girls in school and their respective
attributes with me long into the night. His passion about the subject seems
excessive but sometimes when he would mention one or two girls that I really
thought were cute I would find myself getting a boner. Weekend followed weekend
and I found myself thinking more of these girls. He would ask me my thoughts
and I would answer honestly about each girl, not that it mattered since I
was an only a friend to my female classmates. My friend began to show me
his boners which to me were only friendly challenges to see who was bigger.
We would each measure our penises and pull and tug to make them as big as
possible. Mine was seven inches in seventh grade, and grew about an inch
a year for the next three. Ninth grade I was almost the ten inches I now
am as an adult. All through these years girls occupied more of my thoughts
and I began to have fantasies about them. I would get unbelievable boners
randomly throughout the school day and the late-night-early-morning ones
felt like steel, yet I never thought of masturbating. I really had forgotten
the brief mention of it in health class. I remember one evening discussion
with friends who were discussing their crushes, and for the precocious ones
who were "going with" girls, their desire to have any kind of physical contact
with girls, from holding hands and kissing to petting and on occasion,
intercourse. This shocked me but stimulated my mind and slowly I began to
think sex was something that not only other people wanted and had, but something
I wanted. Television in the late-seventies, early-eighties produced a fever
in my brain with Threes Company in their tight jeans, Julie the cruiser director
from Love Boat and the advent of MTV and cable t.v. with their videos began
to open up new thoughts and feeling in me. Another friend got cable and had
an older brother who had a stack of Playboy magazines. He also had a young
sister who would talk sex in her half-understood way with me most of the
night after her brother had fallen asleep. She had a little crush on me and
was fairly boy-crazy. She liked me because I slept over nearly every weekend
with her brother. We listened to records, at pop corn, and talked and thought
about girls. I soon began to long for him to fall asleep so I could talk
to Jenny his sister. I don't know why her parents took so little interest
in what she wore at night but I am glad they didn't because she would wear
a very flimsy nightgown with only little cotton panties underneath. He boobs
would sway under the fabric and I really started to think about her a lot.
I fought myself and my thoughts really trying to chase away the fantasies
I would have about her, especially when she was around me. It was strange,
she would be within two feet of me, on the floor with her head resting on
her hand, as was I, and I would think it was wrong of me to look at her bulging
mound straining against her little pink panties. For the most part I would
enjoy talking with her and part of me thought that dirty thoughts were the
worst thoughts I could have. It seemed I fantasized about her body, stripping
her, and touching her came later at night, and mostly in dreams. I soon began
to think her nightly visits were hindering my looking at the Playboys that
I found in a small hiding place in my friend's basement. Like an idiot I
would feign sleep to have her leave so I could quietly grab three or four
magazines and crawl over to the bathroom in the next room and look at the
girls. I remember some friends saying they could "cream" and that I probably
couldn't. Not only were they right about me, but I really did not know much
about "creaming" I treated sex-education as one more class to diligently
study for, rather than as something intimate happening with my own body.
Remember, masturbation was hardly discussed, rather the "male body released
sperm through nocturnal-emissions and later, intercourse. Remembering my
friend’s words I began to collect all of the girly magazines I could
find and found myself sequestered in my room for nearly all of my free time
paying great attention to the submitted stories. I remember savoring each
picture trying not to look at all of them too quickly since a magazine like
Playboy only had three pictorial sections as I am sure you readers know.
I found a combination that turns me on to this day is to read a bit and look
at the pictures a bit. I would while away hours doing this and be amazed
at the size of my boners straining my white underpants. Astonishingly I did
not masturbate. It really did not occur to me yet. It sounds dumb but I sat
there with giant boners without masturbating. Perhaps the belief that married
people express their love in a sexual way was the way I saw sex caused me
to have a blind-spot about masturbation. The day was coming however! Summers
would be spent with my friend Paul and his hot sister, Annie, who was a year
younger than me. Annie was witty and fun and almost embarrassingly honest.
He parents were quite liberal and answered any and all questions about our
changing bodies. I remember being with Paul when for no reason he asked his
mother what masturbation was. I pretended not to hear him but listened as
his mother explained it in a medical way. I could think of nothing else the
rest of my stay. Annie interjected that it meant something about "cumming"
which seemed like "creaming" in my feverish brain. She had discovered dirty
magazines at her job as a maid at a motel and brought them home to show me.
I will never forget the big, pantied-ass of the model on the last page. It
seems to have informed my sexual tastes to this day. Annie would watch me
look at the pictures and pretend I wasn't freaking out. My jeans would nearly
rip from my hard on. She never said anything about my dick but did ask if
I "beat off" or wanted to. I told he "of course not" but began to sneak these
magazines off to the guest room and into my suitcase where I would look at
them for hours. Paul had a summer job so I would be alone some days. One
evening Annie and her friend Stephanie were spending time with Paul and me.
As night fell we snuck into the local fieldhouse and swam. On our walk home
Steph took off her shirt and revealed her bra. Annie, not wanting to be outdone
did the same and revealed her able boobs in her straining bra. Steph was
slimmer but not flat-chested and asked me if I liked her bra. She grabbed
my wrist and pulled me closer where I notice the little Bali logo. She was
breathing fairly hard on me since we had run to the point we were standing
coupled with the little yellow Bali bra made a deep impression on me. Later
that night we slept on the family deck and I remember talking to the girls
while I stripped naked in my sleeping bag. The proximity to the girls, their
sweet voices, and the night air gave me a throbbing erection. I think mainly
I stripped to get out of the painful underpants. Only while doing it and
later that night did it seem naughty and fun. While most of my friends by
this time had begun to have wet dreams, I had not. In the morning Annie must
have known I stripped because her mother asked that I not do that anymore
around the girls to which I said I hadn't. I felt badly about lying but was
scared and ashamed. I promised myself I would not think about girls for the
rest of the summer. Instead I found myself lightly touching the outside of
my underpants and my boner that afternoon in the privacy of Paul's room.
I had read a Penthouse forum and the person described his jackoff sessions
in detail, how he would read and stroke. I found myself afraid to imitate
what I was reading, but continued on. As most of you probably know, when
you are touching your body you tend to forget your surroundings. I had a
tent in my undies and noticed Annie watching me from under the stairs- a
place I thought was my secret hiding place in the big house. She coolly walked
in and said "I thought you didn't beat off". Blushing, I tried to cover myself
when she said I had to show her my dick or she would tell her mom, and my
mom. I nearly panicked and promised her everything I could think of. She
ended up accepting my offer to do all of her assigned chores for the rest
of the summer under threat of tattling. Before she left, she asked if I wanted
to see her "thing". I swallowed hard and was scared and said she shouldn't,
at which point she sat on the floor, pulled her pants down, panties aside
and showed me her pussy. She smiled, asked if I liked it as she stood up
and hiked up her tight jeans. Later that night, I escaped to the wash room
and before taking a shower, found her slightly moist panties and tried them
on. I felt so odd and excited that I got the shivers that would come in waves.
My nipples were hard and so was my dick. I rubbed a little more and then
put another pair of panties up to my nose. I almost fainted from excitement.
I would rub my dick, sniff the panties and look at several dirty magazines
at the same time. In my desire to have an orgasm (I finally remembered what
it was) I would pee in the swimsuit and panties. That served as orgasm for
a while. What with the magazines and my new infatuation with the video images
of Pat Benatar in her tight black leotards in her videos which I would sit
up until five in the morning for, I was moving closer to real masturbation.
After I would pee- sometimes wearing one of her mini-pads in the crotch of
the panties, I would feel weird and vow not to do it again. I wrestled each
day with myself and would do it the next day. A whole day of looking at the
"Girls on Film" video with the girls pubic hair visible, cute Martha Quinn,
the ZZ Top girls particularly the brunette Jeana Tomasino with her very hard
nipples and blow job mouth, curvy Soap Opera chicks, Kim Wilde videos, the
Solid Gold dancer Pam with the raven hair and big butt and legs would find
me walking around with a giant boner most of the day. I word loose jeans
even when it was to warm to do so. I am sure most of my school friends
masturbated whenever they needed to relieve the pressure. I did not. I think
the longer I resisted the temptation the more my fantasy life grew. I would
watch idiotic t.v. programs just to see a five second glimpse of a girl’s
pantyline in tight white pants. The tall girl Jennilee Harrison from Three's
Company drove me nuts. She had mid-riff shirts and I could see the outline
of her big, swollen nipples. I would keep Annie or by this time, Steph's
used panties in my underwear or pockets and sniff them when Bailey of W.K.R.P.
would swing her big butt in those tight, faded jeans. I waited to see "Kimberly"
from Different Strokes, Kari Wuhrer and Jenny McCarthy, and Carolyn Hellman
from MTV. They all wore tight blouses. Kari once wore a skin tight lycra
bike top that showed every curve of her boobs. Night Flight on the USA network
showed a lousy film adaptation of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that had a brunette
who had the nicest, biggest ass and boobs I had ever seen at that point.
I remember seeing Meg Ryan on a worthless soap where she had on a strapless
violet evening dress where her nipples almost poked through the material
the whole five-minute scene. As you can see, I wasted a lot of time that
summer. One afternoon I was rubbing my dick through my shorts in the living
room in broad daylight, I decided to take it out and look at the head. Annie
and Paul's mother was in the kitchen one room away. I have no idea why but
I slowly began to stroke my dick. Annie was in the hall bathroom. I had a
million images fighting for supremacy in my mind and my dick had never been
harder or bigger. Perhaps the daring and risk added to the excitement and
arousal level. I continued to slowing and lightly trace the underside of
my penis when I went tingly and saw a bright-white, glistening teardrop of
semen on the tip of my penis. My heart literally skipped and I felt light-headed
and so electrically excited that I swallowed hard and tried to catch my breath.
In my mind I saw Annie's pussy, Steph's bra and tanned legs, Jenny's bush
inside her cotton panties, Pat Benatar's big, juicy butt, me being caught
in panties, everything at once! I further squeezed the underside of my dick
and saw quite a bit more of the semen ooze out, down the shaft and into my
underwear. I felt a bit scared and quickly pulled up my shorts and trying
to regulate my breathing, with wobbly legs went downstairs to Paul's room
where I stayed the remainder of the afternoon promising to never do it again.
Paul was away for a two day wrestling clinic so I quickly found myself
compromising with myself regarding masturbation. I would read to "understand"
what my body was undergoing. Ten minutes of Forum and I had another giant
boner which would not go down. I had three or four magazines in front of
me and I would start the same routine lightly touching then slightly stroking
my dick. I would turn the pages looking at the centerfolds and saving my
favorite pictures for the end. Some of the early eighties Playmates haunt
my masturbation fantasies today. With the internet I can drift back to my
youth far easier that dragging out old Playboys with stuck together pages.
I looked at Candy Loving, Missy Cleveland, Liz Glazowski, the aforementioned
Jeana Tomasino, Kimberly McArthur, Karen Witter, Lynda Wiesmeier, Cathy St.
George and her amazing nipples, Charlotte Kemp and her giant boobs, and the
amazing Marianne Gravette in her white garter and stockings. No nuance or
detail escaped my committed stare. I looked at each wonderful girl in detail.
If her nipples were hard and stuck out like pencil erasers I was immediately
hard. If she had on cute see through panties I was made of steel. If she
had a big, round, beautiful, curvy, girl-butt, with tight panties around
swelling hips my heart would race. Remember, one day after promising myself
not to be dirty and make sure never to touch myself again I was downstairs
stark naked in a friend's house with Playboy magazines in front of me, my
friend Annie's panties over my nose, another on my dick, which is covered
in baby oil! Some self-discipline I had! I know Annie had to have known her
panties were disappearing, especially after seeing me with a boner several
days previous. Nevertheless once I started I couldn't stop.
I had the television on MTV to conceal the noise the baby oil made when stroking
my dick. The combination of the images in Playboy and Penthouse in front
of me, my thoughts of Annie, the smell and fell of her panties, had me so
excited I was having trouble breathing. I could see myself in the bedroom
mirror which seemed unreal to me since I had never looked at myself with
a boner. The shock of the sight of my little 120 lb. body with a ten inch
boner was amazing. It was like looking at someone else. When the Stray Cats
"Sexy and 17" came on I was wet for the first time with Pre-ejaculate (pre-cum).
It seemed different and weird but I sensed something different was immanent.
As I sniffed and stroked, thought of Annie, Miss September, and saw the fox
in the video hold up the cat while sitting in her white panties in her bathroom,
I saw white light, my breathing deepened, my heart raced then seemed to stop
and I felt an electric rush throughout my body, and especially my penis,
which contracted in wave after wave, discharging rope after rope of thick,
white cum up over my head, into my hair, mouth and all over the room. If
anyone has seen Peter North the adult film star cum, you have seen me cum!
There were between twelve and fifteen spasms and ropes of semen shot out
of my dick. When I took a look around the room and began to realize I had
finally "creamed" or cum, I was freaked. I was totally turned on, but a bit
scared too. I felt less innocent, but super curious. I stared at the pictures
and lightly stroked my sopping wet and very fragrant dick. Cum was everywhere
and the room smell like it. My dick did not go soft so I lied there playing
with it, mixing my cum with Annie's panties creating a new sexy smell that
kept me enthralled for hours. I came over ten more times that day and had
refractory periods between for only a few minutes. The next day Annie told
me she knew I could cum but never told me how she knew. She caught me later
in the week since any time of the day all she would have to do was quietly
enter the basement from the side door and slip into the closet and watch.
From reading a really dirty magazine I learned to my relief that what I now
loved to do all the time was not something only I liked, but lots of boys
and men did. I discovered I could suck my own dick with relative easy, something
I can still do, and would stroke and stroke while looking at a Playboy or
the pornographic tape I bought from an older guy which had Tracy Lords and
Ginger Lynn in it. When I saw naked hottie’s posing and masturbation
in tight, see-through panties I went crazy. I watched the tape hundreds of
times until it was stolen. I would jackoff until I was close to cumming at
which point I would relax and flip my legs over my head, walk them down the
bedroom wall, turn my head to see the t.v. and when a really hot pose was
struck by one of the girls, would feel the familiar spasms begin. My dick
would buck and spurt into my mouth and spray all over me, the wall, the room.
If I relaxed and didn't keep stroking when I started to cum, I found I would
not lose my horny feeling and thoughts like sometimes happened. As the summer
neared its conclusion Annie demanded to see me stroke and suck my dick. I
figured I had to or she would tell, plus the thought got me hard. I said
I would if she would masturbate for me which she willingly did. I tried to
convince her I thought sucking one's own dick was gross, and impossible but
she giggled and said she watched me do it all the time from under the stairs.
I gave up and began to masturbate, scared at first but getting hard as she
slowly peeled down her running shorts to reveal her small bikini panties.
She seemed to really know what turned me on because she kept her boobs covered
in a see through bra, and turned and stuck out her butt to make it look even
rounder and bigger as it stretched the flimsy fabric. Through my labored
breathing, shivers, and difficulty in swallowing my saliva, I asked her how
she knew what I liked to which she said she looked at the most stuck together
pages of the Playboys. Her words were, you cum the most on the girls with
the big butts in the see through panties, don't you. She made me continue
stroking and then told me "it was enough, I want to see you eat your cum".
I rolled over with her help and as I felt the orgasm coming she pulled off
her sweaty panties and put them on my nose which caused me to cum a bucket
into my mouth. She piled on to me and licked the cum out of my mouth and
kissed me for ten seconds. She had me lick her "kitty" until she came- something
I had no idea girls did!- which I thought was pee until she moaned. In typical
fashion she got up tossed the sticky balled up panties at me, pulled on her
shorts, smiled and went hopping upstairs. Those events remain the strongest,
sexiest events of my life. Even later when I had a hot girlfriend to have
sex with I found it way more fun to stroke to pictures on the internet or
dvd, sniff panties, or even suck my self off, all while filming myself. Real
sex is fun but masturbation is better for me. My newest obsession is Samantha
from the Travel Channel and Rachel from the food network. Just today I put
a c-ck ring on, a dildo up my butt and watched with my head turned until
she swung her beautiful big butt a certain way that sent me over the edge.
My cum gushed into my mouth and down my throat and all over my chest and
hair. Wow! Cable t.v. is worth something after all. Thanks for reading
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