MASTURBATION AND ME Boys and girls of all ages masturbate with frequency throughout the world. Masturbation is something

MASTURBATION AND ME Boys and girls of all ages masturbate with frequency throughout the world. Masturbation is something healthy, fun and, Above all, it gives us long sessions of pleasure. There are many and very different ways to masturbate, all of them with a purpose. wonderful: enjoy a solitary orgasm but of the highest intensity possible. Thanks to masturbation we learn to enjoy our body, to to know ourselves and to become people. And it entertains us: what There is better when we have nothing to do than to have a good time touching each other and imagining beautiful things? Talking about something as intimate and as wonderful as Masturbation can lead, I have no doubt, to controversy. First of all, incomprehension. Everyone always boasts about the size of their attributes sexual qualities, their good lovemaking skills, how satisfied they leave their couples... They talk and brag, in short, about their "good fucking." I'm not going to talk about it. I have fucked, I fuck and I will fuck. It is a magical pleasure. But now that doesn't interest me. I'm going to talk about something much more intimate and personal. Something that hardly exists bibliography and of which you can barely find references in video or Internet. I'm going to talk about masturbation. From my masturbation. I have masturbated, I masturbate and I will masturbate. I have no doubt about that. and I have made for more than 13 years. That is, more than half of my life. I have lived and I have enjoyed it like I have enjoyed nothing else. And, in many moments of my life (distant, yes), I have lived by and for her. Because of the topic that it is, I can give a certain egotistical impression. Or I can pretend a great narcissistic pride. Nothing could be further from the truth. I promote the masturbation of my current partner, we talk about it with some regularity, and I even encouraged her to improve her games by buying her gadgets from time to time. that only she can use. It may sound grandiose, but my wishes are, above all, humanists. In all its aspects. In short, I do not want to pretend to be what I am not, but rather to show the most deep of who I am. And I am, in my deepest being, nothing more and nothing less, just like everyone else. Sex is in our subconscious since we were children. Which changes when we grow up are two things: we are aware of it and we become obsessed with it. I remember seeing naked people as a child. I also remember having seen people kissing. Who hasn't seen their parents kissing? I don't they attracted Nudity is in the nature of people. There is love and there are the kisses As a child while I was bathing, I remember putting on some glasses as if they were breasts. women. Initiation of sexual play? I also remember stripping completely naked when I was in bed, and felt for a few minutes the intense pleasure of the sheets on my skin. They are very distant memories, I was very young, but precedents of many things that I would work on in more depth later. At ten or eleven years old our body and our eyes begin to get dirty. He physiological change is almost coming and the hormones are beginning to prepare our body for its fundamental purpose: reproduction. Very innocently, I began to be interested in the female body. I knew very well What was my penis like, but what was her vagina like? Even at that age we all become an idea of what it is like. Like I said, we've all seen naked bodies since childhood. But my idea was too superficial. That interest is gone increasing over time until it becomes an obsession. Even today, It remains a great mystery. A phenomenal mystery. At that age I started to feel my first erections. It was surprising, my sudden curiosity about the woman's vagina, together with that pleasure he felt when I was naked in the shower or in bed, it now had a physical effect visible. I even learned how to give myself that erection. We are going back to a time of pure and simple innocence and ignorance. AND a time in which you learn things at such an accelerated speed, that with hardly any realize, suddenly, you are compulsively masturbating as if you you would have done your whole life. I am self-taught in masturbation. I forged myself in solitude. Without anyone to give me directions. In the beginning of time my father explained to me a surprising thing, that It is other than the process that humans follow to procreate. "The penis inserted into the vagina, and intense pleasure is felt." Curious. There had always been It was thought that sperm entered the woman's body through the kisses. It's serious. What pleasure would that be? He knew exactly what that word meant. Pleasure. Nice word. But the truth is that I had never felt anything with which could express it. At least, not in such a broad way as to be able to use it. My mind as a child that leaves puberty to join the adolescence began to think about that word. Pleasure. I wanted pleasure. One of my first sexual games consisted of putting toilet paper in the inside of the briefs until I created a huge package and a huge butt. After taking a shower, I walked around my house like that. With pants on to hide it, yes. One of those times, I felt "something." I ran away for the bathroom. I took off all the paper. He had felt "something." No. It was not my first orgasm. That would come later. It was, quite simply, a premature indication of sexual pleasure. But the big moment came one happy night on January 2 just ago and no less than 13 years. It is curious that it is the only date that I remember with all security. The cinema. Nothing would be our lives without cinema. The most beautiful of the arts. Thanks to a movie I felt my first orgasm. first orgasm which, by the way, It was not accompanied by ejaculation. Isn't it fantastic? I will contextualize the situation a little. My body was about to enter the 12 years of life and, as you may have already seen, the hormones were beginning to show signs of its existence. I found myself, in short, right in that small impasse in which we go from childhood to adolescence. On the night of January 2nd, the starting gun had not yet been fired. produced, but there was little left, very little now. The ammunition was loaded and the wielded revolver. All that was left was to shoot. Or rather, it only remained to know What was the gun for? Let's say that, on that day, January 2, I discovered that There was an instruction book. After the typical family dinner, and just before going to bed, they broadcast television a film (comedy, to be exact) that would prove crucial. He plot was the following: girl is hypnotized by boy, for some reason in particular. For this reason, she does everything he tells her. Thinking about that movie, at night, in bed, my imagination flew and flew. Being able to hypnotize a girl would have an infinite world of possibilities. Possibilities that caused my penis to feel that erection again that accompanied in recent times. I pressed my body and, along with it, my erect penis against the mattress. I felt something pleasant to do so, so I kept squeezing for a while. Just squeeze, without hip movement or any other type. As if my body had a weight dead on top. I don't know if I explain myself... I pressed and pressed until... Violà! My erect penis suddenly came to life: its muscles were now contracting on their own, without for me to do anything. It was incredible, something was happening to me that I had never experienced before. had happened and that was, of course, very far from my imagination. Maybe because my body was also learning new things, that first orgasm did not have ejaculation. It's a great memory, because being able to masturbate Without expelling semen it would have opened a multitude of new doors to pleasure. Always I have thought that men are slaves to ejaculation, as it is something that must be taken into account from the very beginning of the games. Definitely, They greatly condition our sex. I'll talk about it later. I gave that a lot of thought. It was quite a discovery, something that my body could do and that, until then, he had never done. In short, he had the first data, the first clue that would make events happen They will unleash themselves at a devilish speed. Everything has a beginning and an end. This is a story without another ending than the present; but with clear beginnings, which I am going to relate to continuation. My first masturbation. It all happened a few weeks after January 2. Context of the situation. Naked in the bathroom. Recurring, right? Sitting in the cup of water, possibly entertaining yourself by reading a book. And, more than probably thinking about something in particular. Then I realized that once Plus, my penis was erect. The difference and its consequent surprise was none other than, although never before It had occurred to me to do it, I noticed that when playing with it I felt pleasant sensations. tickle. And of course, when someone feels something pleasant, they continue with it. Instinctively, I went faster and stronger, since how much The faster and harder he did it, the more it tickled me. How would it end that? It's hard to explain that feeling, but I swear I had the feeling that That growing pleasure would grow and grow without end. My body asked with everything his strength to reach that maximum sensation of pleasure that he had never felt before but that would turn my life around. And so it was. I came. I have to admit that I did not expect that reaction from my body. Nor forcing maximum my imagination could then have imagined that so much pleasure would end in something as fast (orgasms have always disappointed me) and wet as it is ejaculation. So much so that I had to make a last-minute turn to not let go. cum all over the bathroom. Was it urine? No. It wasn't. You are not born knowing how to masturbate. There is usually no one either let me teach you. Self-satisfaction is self-taught almost by definition. Us We begin sexuality in a physical way long before our mind be prepared, that's why the beginnings are always rudimentary. They say that between At 13 and 18 we shape our personality. Without a doubt that goes hand in hand with our masturbate. When we turn 18 we are almost nothing like we were before. the 13, on a masturbatory level either. Of course, we both agree on something. ages (or at least that was my case), we occupy a high percentage of our time to seek more and more pleasure from ourselves. I don't remember my second, third or fourth masturbation. As I say, everything accelerated too much. But I do remember the primitive techniques (and very rudimentary) that I used to give myself pleasure. They are summarized in three, which took place in two specific places: 1. Bathroom. It all started there and continued there for many years. It is a site that meets several necessary characteristics. First of all, it is a site tremendously intimate. At that age you have been accustomed to showering alone for years, without anyone bothering you. When you live with your parents, it's almost the only place the one where you have the freedom to do what you want 24 hours a day. Secondly, it is a hygienic place. This is especially important in the case of boys, because our orgasm is accompanied by ejaculation whose fruits have to disappear to leave no clues. And thirdly, it is a place where we are used to being naked, freely. When one has just discovered masturbation, it is not usually waste not even a second naked. 2. Room. The second place that provides the most privacy in your home parents is none other than your own room, especially when one sleeps only. During the day doors and windows were usually open, so mostly I used my room only during night sessions. Toilet paper was, in these cases, fundamental, although initially it was conspicuous by its absence. One of the most important protagonists of the event masturbatory is the imagination. It may seem complicated to imagine an act sexual if you've never had the chance to see one, but the truth is that our Instincts are enough for us to enjoy sex with ourselves. Yes indeed, first you have to learn. Correctly holding the penis requires a whole technique. Wield it It could simply be an option, but a thorough analysis shows that It is completely inefficient. The part that produces the most pleasure is found in the bottom of the glans, the exact point where you can place your index finger. For To give you an idea, the penis is held like a pencil, encompassing the rest of the fingers what remains of the limb. The greatest force is done with the index, although in general you only tighten it just enough, with as much delicacy as possible. He consistent back and forth movement is done at the rhythm that the body requests in each moment, usually fast and with stops at key moments. The objective is intensify the need while increasing the duration of the act. But the Intensity is not only controlled by hand. The contractions and dilations of The nearby muscles, pelvis, legs, also control and intensify the sexual pleasure. It can be done sitting, lying down or standing, or if possible in all three ways, a little of each one. The most common place for acts of this type is the bathroom. Well in the shower or sitting on the toilet, the only thing necessary, apart from excitement, is have a good place to release semen at the moment of orgasm. Sitting on the cup, with a magazine or some literature, before or after you feel the erection and the subsequent need to start playing with your penis. Any help, no matter how minimal, is valid. The photo of a girl (dressed or naked) in any magazine or newspaper. A paragraph or so erotic in some youth literature novel. Or the simple memory of the girl that you like teaching you the secret of life. You can also time the act, so that, for example, each minute of back and forth is followed by another minute of rest. It is very hard not to cum during the back and forth, at the same time it is very hard last that same amount of time without doing it. The ejaculation must be held inside the cup, introducing the penis right at the moment of ejaculation. If the orgasm didn't come in the cup, But in the shower, the place is more indifferent as long as it is very clean. He semen is thick and it takes a bit to remove the stain, which is always important when you live at your parents' house. The shower also provides a wide range of masturbatory possibilities. He Heat and humidity all over your body can be very satisfying, and the faucet It brings a lot of play. It is important to try not to focus the jet directly on the glans, not only because the jet may be too strong, but more good because doing it for a long time leaves a little discomfort afterwards. He The best advice for this is to do it at a greater distance, leaving the tap as if it were a shower instead of holding it with your hands. It can also be done some filter with your hands, so that it does not hit directly. In the shower, external aids such as magazines, etc. They are not very useful and can become a nuisance. In general, the shower offers so many possibilities that not even They are not even necessary. However, men practice visual masturbation. That is, imagination does not help us, but rather we need stimuli external. That's when we enter the wonderful vicious circle world of porn. During my first few months I masturbated profusely. At that time, I imagined myself performing the sexual act. But sometimes imagination is not enough. Especially when you do it out of pure instinct as was the case. The curiosity he felt to know the true characteristics of sex was brutal. And what caused me real curiosity is, has been and will be the characteristics of the woman's body, especially those parts that They are always hidden. What do I mean? I don't believe it. Haven't you caught it yet? I mean (who else) the female vagina (pussy, rabbit). I will never forget how sensational it was to see one live for the first time. Feel For the first time, its humidity is something that remains etched in your mind. Penetrate it by first time it is engraved in your heart. But that is another topic, and there were still many years for that. In the summer of my 14th birthday I bought my first Playboy. Like I said, there are days when that you are so horny that you are capable of almost anything, and at that moment I needed to satisfy my curiosity more than ever. For several days, I probed the city by bicycle in search of the right kiosk. The place had to meet a series of characteristics: neighborhood in which he did not know anyone, who It was not in a very visible place nor was it frequented by many people, and especially that he looked like he would give me trouble when I asked him to. The day I decided, I was both nervous and excited. What's more, he was very nervous and very excited. I bought the magazine with trembling hands, the I hid under my shirt and went to read it in a place where it seemed that there was no one. The problem with the magazine was not so much getting it into the house as knowing where save it, for which I opted for a lucid idea: not to hide it in my house. Near From my neighborhood, on a road on the outskirts, there was a small mountain of rubble that seemed to abandon. It was necessary to go by bike, but it didn't take more than five minutes to arrive. Every time I had a chance, I went there, took the magazine, I would take it home and in the bathroom or while I was showering I He jerked off indiscriminately. I had already seen some porn magazines at a friend's house. And it was simply like seeing the light for the first time. A dark and dirty image that they hide from us since childhood but it drives our instincts crazy. "They just fucked this one" said one of the two kids who were looking at that magazine, referring to one of the girls. "Her pussy is still open." I was there for a few minutes and I didn't even touch the magazines (it was the first one I I saw something like that, shame still dominated me) but the moment will not be forgotten in life. The thing is, I thought Playboy magazine would be similar to these. But Playboy It's not porn, it's an erotic magazine, so I didn't have what I needed. Only in A small photo of one of its pages showed, very blurred, the slice. When I got rid of the magazine (about a week later) That photo was the only thing I kept. It was in my wallet for a few months, and I pulled when I had suspicions that my mother had been snooping on her. Still, it was quite useful to me for a long time... As you well know, I love cinema. But this hobby I actually developed many years later, during my university days. Until So I barely stopped in front of the television to watch a movie. And, if I went to cinema, it was to watch the typical teenage movies that have little or nothing of interesting. It's funny, I think the age of my sexual awakening was also the one that inaugurated my knowledge of the world of porn. I have always thought what a child thinks He watches porn without understanding what sex is. It all started one day during my first "wanking" summer. Bored in one of those long summer days, I went to a friend's house hoping to play for a while with his Nintendo. Or so I think. The fact is that, when I entered, I was not alone but with two more friends. Yours, not mine. They looked at me in complete silence. "What's happening here?" I thought to myself. It didn't take me long to find out. After the false alarm, they restarted the video and I saw what they did. My first porn sequence. It was the typical movie, between crappy and more shabby But I was surprised. And a lot. I didn't imagine sex like that. Maybe... Yes, My first memory of porn can be summed up in one word: repulsion. No I can give more explanations about it. Porn is enjoyed alone. Watch a movie in the clandestine company some friends causes a huge and difficult to hide erection, but it doesn't give more game than that. At least he didn't give it to me. Nowadays, accessing porn is extremely easy. But in the mid 90s had to work much harder, with the added handicap of being under age and lived in my parents' house. Little by little I began to manage to watch movies secretly. I started by taking a small television to my room and turning on the TV when everyone was sleeping. Little success. Another possibility was to see the movie Channel Plus. I am one of those two hundred thousand Spaniards who, according to data from audience, they watched porn without having subscribers. A few years later, a local channel began broadcasting explicit sex on Saturday nights. It was quite a discovery. And I know that almost everyone my age saw it. A dirty mind generates more ideas than a clean mind, I have no doubt. another way watching porn without my parents finding out cost me money from my savings, but it was a pretty clever (and expensive) idea. The PSP of the time was the Game Gear. This console had a small adapter that was used to tune the television. What better place to put the TV on at night without anyone noticing? notice it? I think watching porn was the only use I gave it. device (in addition to video games of course). When I was just 17 years old, I went to the video store to rent, for the first time, something that was not a video game. My sensations at the moment, very similar to when I bought Playboy. Bicycle, systematic study of the place and nerves, a lot of nerves. The title of the chosen film: "Beautiful, blonde and very vicious." When I went to pay, the clerk asked me if I was 18 years old. I didn't know that could lie so convincingly. It was an extraordinary day, I don't know Can no one imagine the madness of intense and continuous sex that I had during all day. One of the most enjoyable days alone at home of my life. I returned the film that same night. Luckily I didn't meet any friend on the road Today there is a whole arsenal of sex toys. Myself I have bought several. Devices of all kinds with a single objective: to make us enjoy. If we make a little effort, we can list several types of toys. Vibrators, dildos, Chinese balls... There are also male ones; but only The feminine ones have always caused me real curiosity. I will develop this topic later. Everything that is capable of giving pleasure should be a reason for investigation. Experimenting with different techniques is fun; but if these are accompanied by new and intense sensations, the enjoyment is indescribable. Our houses are full of objects that can make us enjoy intensely. You just have to know how to look for them. I want to dedicate this post to my best invention. A homemade toy made from toilet paper that always accompanied me great days of solitary sex. Male masturbation is enslaved by ejaculation. The orgasm, which should be the moment of greatest intensity, it often becomes a nuisance Cumming means looking for a place to ejaculate, and it is not always He ejaculates at the most appropriate time (or place). The idea was to make something that would allow me to have an orgasm in anywhere, without having to run at the last minute to the bathroom, or without having to go everywhere with toilet paper in hand. The operation is simple. The ingredients are: erect penis, toilet paper roll and hand gel. Take the toilet paper roll and proceed to wrap the erect penis as if it were a gift. Several layers are necessary, so that the final volume is at least twice as thick as the natural penis. Half roll of toilet paper, approximately. The base is simpler, just turning the roll around is enough. The tip is more complicated and requires some practice: there should be no leaks. The result final must be a good mold. Compact and not too tight. No matter how soft it is, the paper is annoying when it rubs against the foreskin. To cushion this effect, it is necessary to spray gel inside the invention. The function of the gel is the same as that of the lubricating liquid of a vagina. AND so are the sensations of inserting the penis into that perfect mold and lubricated. The pleasure this toy gave me was so extraordinary that it became usual in my games of solitude. Of course, I only used it occasionally. specials. And when I talk about special occasions I mean my marathons masturbatory, that is, those that he carried out when he had the house whole for me. Making my "masturbator" (that's what I called it) required not only skill, but of also a special situation. That is, it had to be especially horny. Only then did my cock get hard enough to enjoy true with her. The advantages of the "masturbator" are several, but I will summarize them in three. In First of all, you get out of hand in your sexual games. In second place, allows free orgasm, that is, whenever and wherever you want. And thirdly and, Perhaps, more importantly, it provides a sensation very similar to the actual sexual act. That is, if, using the masturbator, you rub yourself with a pillow, you will feel as if you were truly fucking the pillow. Obviously, that I was only able to confirm it a few years later. For many years, my hobbies were two: video games and masturbation. My entry into the University meant the disappearance of one of the two and the climax of the other. I think there comes a time when vital needs change. Without a doubt, the University was my turning point towards a new life. First of all, moving away from home brought with it an almost total disinterest in consoles, which was accompanied by a growing interest in the world of cinema. The causes and reasons may be environmental: I surrounded myself with very fond of it. I owe them, perhaps, that passion for the seventh art. But that year was accompanied by a decisive change in my life, not only caused due to the change in level of studies (with all that that entails) but also for the novel, brilliant fact of starting to be independent. That course changed radically my way of facing life. My dream for years was to enjoy total freedom to masturbate when and how I most wanted. My plan for this was almost conceived. unconsciously and was confirmed with surprising accuracy, surpassing all the expectations. Leaving home for the first time meant two things: looking for a shared apartment with people I didn't know or entering a university residence. It took me very little time to reject the first option, at least during the first year. I needed to live in a place that would provide me with total privacy and the student residence It was ideal for it. There you would have, on the one hand, a single room with its own bathroom; and, on the other, a common dining room in which he would spend hours and hours surrounded by good people. Ideal. That year I had the opportunity to live one of the best years of my life. And, yes to me Onanistic life is concerned, it was undoubtedly a year of climax. My internship there started from the first day. I don't even know where to start. You tale. My little room was made up of: a bed, a table, a chair, a built-in wardrobe and a small toilet with shower. An air conditioning unit and a radiator provided the cabin with a good temperature all year round. The walls were quite thin, so you could generally hear clearly. quite clearly everything they did and said in the neighboring rooms. I didn't take long a lot to discover it. Without going any further, the first night. Quite a surprise. That day, I went to bed early. I didn't know anyone yet, it was already night and the next day I had to get up early. It would be approximately half past 12 when someone entered the next room. I heard the knock perfectly door and movements around the room. Five minutes later the shower faucet. It was amazing! It was heard so close that it seemed that the sound came from my own bathroom! An overwhelming feeling of shame suddenly washed over me. If I listened to it that was happening there, whoever was in the next room would soon realize listen to me Without going any further, in my punctual visit every morning. I was deep in thought when suddenly a new noise Coming from the shower set my heart racing and raised my cock like a cannon. No. It couldn't be. A moan! Sure? Stealthy, I got up at the same time I focused my five senses on just one: hearing. One second, two seconds... And another moan! This one is much more pleasant and prolonged than the previous one. My neighbor, who was still unaware of my presence, was masturbating! I have no words for say what I felt at that moment. A mixture of embarrassment, euphoria and excitement, which opened a new world that it still took me a while to rationalize. It wasn't him time to break the silence. She didn't know I was there and I still didn't know I dared to let myself be heard. But the season was open. At 18 years old, masturbation It's in the air and we all masturbated there. Living alone radically changed my new lifestyle and gave a push forward. Not only did I masturbate indiscriminately, but I also began to organize my life in the most hedonistic way possible. Breaking small rules is one of the most rewarding sensations that they exist, as well as liberating. My new situation allowed me to take small freedoms that until then were not allowed to me. one of those Things that I could now afford are related to shower schedules. In the family home, normally, there is an unwritten law that tells you in What times is it correct to take a good shower and when is it not so good? For For me, breaking away from that was a little treasure. I didn't just shower when I he wanted, but he did it as many times as he wanted. Before going to class, later, in the middle of the afternoon, before going out to party... Sublime. The shower is one of the most sexual objects that exist. and we all can enjoy it in our homes. Being under hot water produces a even sedative effect. And it amazed me. Of course, I didn't masturbate every time I took a shower. I would have assumed impossible physical exhaustion. But he also did it. Who doubts it. Above the bathtub, the shower is an essential object in every home; but it is especially so in the house of a bachelor. No place more suitable for relax, to not think about anything, to empty your mind of everything that does not be uplifting. You just need to turn on the tap, undress, take a step forward and feel the hot water fall on your skin. Simple and valuable. If one day I am lucky enough to be able to buy a house, it will have a shower in bathtub place. I don't doubt it. But let's get to what interests us. The private shower I enjoyed not only had relaxing properties, but also exciting. Living in residence university student, I could masturbate when my body asked me to and I did it, usually in the shower. The hot water that fell on me in that subway square can be used in infinite ways. To do this, it adopted the most various positions. Water can fall on you if you are standing, but also crouching, lying on the back, lying on the stomach, kneeling The variety is infinite and the orgasm, of course, intense and free. Perhaps the best handjobs of my life. As time went by I took more liberties. After the first episode with me neighbor, I was embarrassed for a while, trying to make as little noise as possible, so that she would not hear my adventures as I had heard hers. But time, habit and morbidity changed everything in my head. Each Maybe I liked the idea more that she would listen to me and get excited the way I got excited. It got me excited every time she took a shower. My sessions were longer and more intense every day, and I made less and less effort to not make noise. Rather everything contrary. From the total silence that had accompanied my solo sex during All my life, I started making all the noise I needed. Never too much, but yes enough. I don't doubt that more than once what he was doing was evident. I will die with the doubt of whether She heard me one day. And also whether he masturbated while I played. Even today I remember with nostalgia that unforgettable year; and I think how and how much it would have changed if the possibilities that exist existed today. In my room I had no computer or television, and few places were good to store a porn magazine without any visitors seeing it. Internet now was starting to cause a stir, but for the moment the only way I had to connecting was at my house (paying the connection at the local call price) or in the computer room of the residence itself. I had already done searches erotic images, and I had masturbated with photos downloaded from the Internet, but I limited access and the lack of privacy of the family computer had made that was not yet the current environment. I finally bought a magazine. Porn, I mean. It was still alive in me I remember the Playboy I bought years ago, and I needed real, passionate sex, explicit. With the same selection procedure and the same nerves, I I went to a kiosk on campus where I bought the magazine that the teacher gave me. kiosk Lib. Awesome. Particularly interesting are the pages of sex toy advertising. Never before had I seen carefully the impressive arsenal of objects intended for pleasure. Years Then I bought some. I'll tell it. That magazine gave me great moments. Still, it never wore me out inside. The Ideas continued to flow and my wanker sanctuary still had many things to give me. I tried many things. For example, curiosity led me to put myself, for the first once in my life, a condom. I also tried alternatives to the masturbator (see previous chapters) like socks. In short, no worthy feeling to mention. Just one. Perhaps the truly memorable experience of all. One of the best, if not the best, handjob of my life. So intense that it has never been since equalizer. At least that's how I remember it. Once again, the same ingredients. Shower. Hot water on my body excited. A couple of years before, a teacher who taught us sexology classes at the institute He had been in charge of demystifying many taboos that existed about sex; and one One of them was anal sex, more specifically male anal sex. He claimed that it is completely natural to feel pleasure and even reach orgasm directly exciting the anus, since the man has a large amount of nerve endings. I had already tried to try it on some occasions, putting my fingers. No satisfactory results. None until that day. I was not aware at no time. He didn't force me to enjoy touching my ass like others times. I simply got carried away. The Ecstasy. Thus, with a capital letter. Everything started more or less normal. Any time of the afternoon any. Bored, tired, wanting to disconnect. The relaxing water falling on my naked body. Soap, water, heat, humidity... Excitement. Pleasure, pleasure, more pleasure... Abstracted, mind blank, me and my body, me and my sex Water here, water there. Lying on the ground, feeling the extraordinary feeling of hot water on my skin. Getting hotter and hotter. Increasingly intense. My neighbor nearby, maybe. The minutes passed slowly while I, more and more excited, more and more excited, but free, above all free, I He masturbated as if he had never done it before, as if each sensation were new. and I would like to keep her there, forever. Standing. Sitting. Lying down. Now cold. Now heat. Squatting. Stronger. Less strong. The jet investigated every pore of my body, every sensation, as if not wanting to leave anything forgotten, delighting in it. The head. The arms. The legs. The hands. The chest. The glans... The testicles... In crouching, completely dominated by my other self, legs completely open... The testicles... The mouth of the anus... All my blood, my entire being I was there when, suddenly, electricity shook my body into an orgasm. brutal. Without needing to touch my penis, in the middle of an interrupted seizure Due to the sudden weakness I turned to focus the water upwards at the same time as a second orgasm crossed me up and down again and caused me new convulsions of brutal pleasure. Thrice. Four times. With barely ejaculation, the orgasm came to me again and again in a kind of spiral without end. It's all over. Completely exhausted, it took me several minutes to come back to myself and have the strength necessary to rejoin me. It had been great. The best experience of my life. It is worth informing that my first year at the University I did many other things besides masturbating. I partied a lot, I drank a lot alcohol and I have indelible memories of all the friends I made in class and in the student residence. I also studied a lot, of course. It was not my best year in terms of qualifications, but it is the one I am most proud of. Leaving school and entering the University requires a great effort that I managed to achieve with remarkable high. Even today, masturbatory instincts make me lose control from time to time. when. Staying alone at home with the certainty that no one will come or having the opportunity to satisfy my innate curiosity by browsing the Internet force, on too many occasions, to neglect other aspects just important but more trustworthy. That year was, by far, the year in which I was able to spend the most hours alone, without anyone asking me what I was doing or why. And the "problem" is that a switch located in the most inaccessible part of my subconscious is activated in those moments without being able to control it. I get hot like a bitch when no one watches me. Today, I spend my free time downloading videos, reading stories, search for information, chat on the Internet. Nobody knows except me. But when none of that existed, my imagination ran wild. And for older gravity, my neighbor also spent hours alone, studying, talking on phone, listening to music, showering... I would have given everything I had to have a hole in the wall. My showers were numerous and substantial, yours too. But once he was aware that his neighbor could hear her, the moan of the first day was not repeated. What not It means that he didn't do it. I spent hours in absolute silence, with my cock like a red hot steel bar listening to your movements in the shower, delighting me with his labored breathing due to the hot steam accumulated in our tiny bathroom. Almost near the end, when he had lost all hope, he did it again. I wasn't alone. He wasn't showering. I wasn't even studying fully silence. That early summer night, her boyfriend had visited her and They talked between laughs on their bed. I was almost asleep in mine when I thought I heard a small moan. Over-excited, I got up stealthily to approach the wall. A new fake alarm, caused by my feverish mind? Not at all. She and her boyfriend were fucking, and they did it with the intimacy that comes with the peace of mind that there is no one at home. With the difference that I do was, on the other side of a very thin wall, fascinated by what was there was happening, absolutely decomposed, almost tachycardic, before what was going to be my first first-hand experience with the world of real sex. a powder of TRUE. Not mine, but almost. No script. No artificial lighting. No actresses stunning Her orgasm and that of her partner were epic. Naked, after spending almost half an hour Moaning, screaming, a third orgasm took place on the other side of the wall. Silent while I came, my partner went into the bathroom to clean herself the pussy "You left it full of drool for me, darling." Absolutely indescribable. My first year at the University was, as you could have check, unforgettable. The life of the student had taken over me in the most hedonistic sense of the word and, party after party, the course had come to an end. The costs of living in a Residence are very high and the years in University, numerous. More than enough reasons for me to have to take a decision that I also did not regret: looking for a shared apartment. Life in a student apartment is different in several ways. First place, there is always commotion. Secondly, moments of intimacy are very scarce and insufficient, if not almost non-existent. My times of anarchy and masturbatory self-management had come to an end, and imposed a forced reduction in the number of events, as well as a limitation substantial in their schedules. I had to substitute quantity for quality. I did it well. Basically, I could only do it two times: at night with everyone in the bed (which happened too late) or with the house empty and without prospects that no one appeared by surprise. This last possibility was not complicated because, at that time, my companions They used to go to their towns almost every weekend. Yes ok The prospect of spending the best days of the week alone and bored provoked that I made, on too many occasions, the same trip back home familiar, I must say that my extraordinary physiological needs are not reduced and forced me to take advantage from time to time of the attractive perspective to enjoy two days! of complete loneliness. He rarely spent them completely alone. The normal thing is that he would meet with friends to go out at night. I'm a jerk, not autistic. But you can do the rest imagine. On my line. However, what I am going to tell you now did not take place in one of those lustful weekends, but at the end of one of them. On any given Sunday, upon arriving from spending the weekend at my parents' house, Parents, I found the apartment empty, with no one. I waited and waited until late hour made me lose hope of having a beer in company. All my colleagues had delayed their return until Monday morning. It was then that my mind hatched a plan: I would get into bed naked and I would try to masturbate very calmly, trying to enjoy as much time as possible. possible. What I never planned was that it would last so long. As you know, I have never had any scruples or shame about doing things to myself. body. Everything that gives pleasure is there to give pleasure, and we must take advantage of it. I got into bed naked and started rubbing myself in the traditional way, jerking off with my hand, rubbing against the sheets, against the mattress, on the more diverse positions. So that an orgasm would not come over me and to hold on I made short stops for as long as possible, thanks to which I reduced a little my arousal (so it prolonged the time until orgasm) and, furthermore, gave my cock a little rest. I know from experience that when I have been jerking off for a long time it starts to really hurt. being excited for so long. I also know from experience that, if before I go to I started masturbating in bed, I don't fall asleep until I'm done. Everything came together until we lost control of the situation. After playing with my hands for a while, I started playing with the pillow, traditional style of lying on her and masturbating with movement pelvics. From the hand to the mattress, from the mattress to the sheets and from the sheets to the pillow, all regulated with "strategic" rest stops and tranquility, very tranquility, I was masturbating in bed, nothing more and nothing less than an hour and a half or two hours But the over-excitement did not end. The bed ended up becoming small, So I got up and started walking around the house naked. In this way, to all the above I combined small night walks through all the rooms of the floor, visits to the terrace, the sofas and the television programming, which sometimes Those hours emit hardcore eroticism if not porn. And so, from bed to living room, and from living room to bed, I spent another long hour. Even I had to apply cold water from time to time to my cock to reduce the hot After so much rubbing it was already a little stinging. I never considered cumming. In those moments the only thing my body asked for was was precisely to play and enjoy for as long as possible, the most pleasant way I could find. After all this and after so long, all that became too small for me. I got into the shower and there I jerked off for another while until I decided to go out. And needy to reach a pleasure like that day in the shower at the residence, I looked for something to masturbate anally. At first I only put one finger in, then little by little more until I fit the entire toy. And I was putting in and taking out until I I got bored of it. How it all ended I don't know. Today I can only say that after 4 or 5 hours masturbating I had prolonged everything so much and I had enjoyed it so much that I didn't feel like cumming anymore. It was impossible to have an orgasm half of pleasanter than what I had felt until then. I fell asleep early and the next day I went to class at 8:30, after sleeping I didn't more than two or three hours. Old school wankers like me have ample baggage of self-sufficiency. Until recently, sex and porn was out of the question. easy reach of a mouse like now. Imagination played a role important, and also intelligence or cunning when designing the access to it. The Internet began to become my main source of pleasure on vacation that followed my second year at University. Which coincided with my time. of greater fertility, masturbatorily speaking. In the heat of my twentieth summer on the planet I performed my greatest feats. Hours and hours of pleasure, liters and liters of sweat, semen to impregnate a regiment. Due to an internship job that required me not to go on vacation with my parents, my house was left alone for me for the first time, for more than three weeks. Time that I didn't take long to take advantage of. And not reading Plato, precisely. My first forays into the Internet, carried out years before, were no more beyond the search for photos that would satisfy my curiosity about explicit sex and the intimate body of the woman. I remember the photo of a playmate that, printed color, I always had it hidden in my folder at school. But my curiosity He was now going much further. And the chats began to interest me. At first, I entered with some embarrassment. However, I still have one! girl added to MSN at that time. It's not attractive nor does it give me much play. But I always talk about sex with her. That summer I looked for a lot of information, I read many stories, I researched the online sex-shops and I talked a lot about sex with many girls. I spent whole days completely naked in front of the computer, with his cock stiff all the time, researching and discovering new things. I also organized parties, of course, although with some care, because as far as Deep in my being I had the feeling that my guests would receive the vibrations that my permanent bacchanal had left in the place. smell of sweat, closed environment, heat... I couldn't help it, it was entering the home and feeling unable to do anything other than give me pleasure. The following year we also put Internet in my student apartment. My total ruin. My third year at the University (and second in a flat students) was, probably, one of the ones that left the best taste on my lips and I remember in my penis. Compared to the previous year, very few things had changed. We still lived in the same apartment and my roommates were practically the themselves. The experience of a year of coexistence had enriched our friendship, since then unbreakable. Attracted by an offer that our city's cable company had made to young students, we decided to incorporate two improvements that were decisive. One, the arrival of thematic television. And two, the arrival of Internet. Porn, until then only available in the nightly programming of the local television, began to flow through our PCs, facilitating access to it 24 hours a day, and increasing our experience and cinephilia. But also, access to chats began to become common, sometimes in group, others in private. Little by little I began to become an expert in the genre. My experience with cybersex is important. Not so the level of my success. Yeah It is true that I have talked a lot, learned more and enjoyed it a lot. In reality, my usual practice is not cybersex itself. No It catches my attention to describe an imaginary sexual act while at the same time I masturbate. My interest goes much further. I like to get to the bottom of the matter, know the person I'm talking to from the most intimate point of view, most deep. Get to know details that you would never know otherwise. Talk of things I would never talk about. I like to know the experience, the reflections, the tastes of the person I speak with. I like that you open it deepest part of people's being. Your fantasies, your secrets unspeakable His first time. His last time. His favorite toys. But the maximum expression of all this came later. That year will pass history for being that of "interactive handjobs". One day, during a long trip, a great idea crossed my mind. in me house had a small video camera that I barely used. What if I plugged in the camera to the computer and use it in the chat? Thousands of morbid ideas began to flood my mind. But to do this, I needed an adapter to plug the camera. No sooner said than done. A few days later I bought the adapter, I tried plugging it in the camera and bingo! My original idea was worthy of a Nobel Prize. At a time when they were beginning to the first webcams appeared on the market, I had a homemade device with which have fun, going completely unnoticed by the rest of my classmates. The idea was that of exchange. I would show my tremendous cock on cam, like this I eat my entire naked body, and in exchange the other person accompanies me in the act sexual. There was even a chance that the other person would turn on their cam and did it with me. The first time I connected the camera would have been around this same time a few years ago. 6 years. Although I had to work that Holy Week, I only did it during 4 days. He had all the others free. My companions, of course, far from home and without the possibility of unexpected visits. The first girl I showed my naked body to made me harbor great hopes. Her name was Vicky and she was from Madrid, although she was on vacation. in Alicante. He told me that he had a camera in Madrid and that as soon as it arrived I would She would show her body and masturbate for me as I was going to do for her. I masturbated for her one day, then another, then another and when I was supposed to she was going to return the favor (as she herself repeated several times, she told me deserved) I never heard from her again. Pity. Overnight, my handjobs took on a new dimension. It was what I I called it "interactive handjobs." Accustomed to doing it in the most tremendous solitude, the company and interactivity of a wonderful stranger gave me great sensations. I became a real exhibitionist on the Internet. With shame completely lost, I showed my act to dozens of girls. AND I did everything they asked of me. At first I only did it when no one was home. That is, bridges, holidays or weekends. But in my maximum perversion, I was already doing it for the night when everyone was asleep, I couldn't help it. It was a force that led me to do it and that he could not prevent. It's like having a normal handjob doesn't call me and the attention. He was addicted to interactive handjobs. Of course, I learned many things. But beyond the sexual issue, I learned a lot of human psychology. The most negative is that there are many bad people on the Internet. I also learned that in the Internet world there are many kids who take the initiative. And very few girls. Not to mention any. A real representation of the roles of society. Of course, once you find a girl willing to open up and follow your game, the fun is enormous. After fourteen years searching for the nirvana of masturbation, I still I find myself far, far away from him. Year after year I have found needs new, different, impossible to satisfy. The absence of needs of another type (sexually I find myself satisfied) perhaps he has reduced the intensity and the frequency of the acts. But far from disappearing from my life, they appear new challenges that are difficult to overcome. I can't help it. It is superior to my being. Years later, I still feel my libido through the roof every time I meet alone at home. My curiosity gets the better of me and the Internet manages to calm me down but no satisfy me The techniques of the past went down in history. The morbidity is on my hard drive, in chats and on download pages. Almost all my actions are standing and in front of a screen. Videos, stories, images and talks. As in the old days, in case one day the need arises, the paper toilet still hidden in my closet. Sitting in front of the screen, I search in my links or in hidden folders somewhere only I know about. The few non-paying websites are the source of much of my pleasure. Stuck perhaps, perhaps due to lack of privacy, unexpected visits and couple sex on my weekends. The clothes slowly disappear while I say goodbye and lock the door shortly before going to bed. standing, paper in hand, exercising the muscles in my legs that stretch and contract while my hand massages the areas more or less regularly erogenous of my worked penis. Fixed gaze on the screen, alert eye external interference, maximum concentration. Shortly after reaching orgasm, paper in hand to avoid stains first and paper in the drawer or toilet later. In recent times I have also experimented and taken good advantage of numerous objects created for sex and masturbation. secretly bought and hidden for a short time in hidden places in my room. My maxim Masturbatory privacy is unknown even to those who are closest, even sexually speaking. I have tried Chinese balls, lubricants, some types of vibrators... I still have a lot to try. I am 27 years old and Masturbation is still my favorite hobby. There are things in life that, no matter how much you do them, you will never you are satisfied. Sex is one of them and, within sex, masturbation. Many of my readers have probably done it more frequency than I have done. I'm sure many have enjoyed it twice as much. But the pleasure that I have received, during all these years, is priceless. The reality is that I still haven't managed to feel satisfied. To a good session It may be followed by another one that is not so good, but the next one will surely surpass the one. former. It is a feedback-driven craving, permanently unsatisfied, that becomes and is remade in continuous ascension. I love sex. I love masturbation.