In my last post I described just how obsessed I became with tit magazines and prolonged masturbation using them. This stage of sexual development ran from about age twelve all the way to college – supplanted only when I started having sex with real girls, plus masturbating in adult cinemas, peep shows, and strip clubs.
Before I go further in my historical narrative, let me share a few thoughts on the magazine wanking era. Continue reading
Picturing Myself as a Young Masturbator
by Fergus MacDougal
A few days ago I attended the memorial service for a family member about my own age (60’s). There were displays of photographs of him at every age, and I was in a few of them. It triggered a flood of memories of my younger self, particularly as an adolescent.
I especially pictured myself at age twelve or thirteen, slim and good looking, with kind of a smirky self confident air. I know from carefully reconstructing my sexual history that at the time I was a regular masturbator – most guys are at that age. But was my indulgence in that sort of secret activity publicly apparent? Would people looking at me back then, or a picture of me later, have imagined my secret life of compulsive masturbation?
I remember well how it was at that age. Any time I pulled my pants down or off, an instant erection sprang up, stiff and urgent. If I had sufficient time and privacy I would heed the call of nature and vigorously stroke my foreskin back and forth until I orgasmed and ejaculated. Then I usually had to put it away and resume my life, looking like a respectable young man again. At night, or when I had a longer period of privacy during the day, I would do myself again and again, making it last, cumming several times. I was a sex-obsessed monster – when I wasn’t working my penis I was thinking impure thoughts, looking forward to my next opportunity to play my favorite game.
Continuing from the last post – I had discovered how to masturbate, but was fixated on achieving rapid orgasm. I was eleven years old at the time. The next phase involved prolonged masturbation using sexy pictures. Continue reading
By Fergus MacDougal
This may come as a surprise to those who know what a compulsive masturbator I am. But I recently went a full ten days without doing myself. Not because I was trying to give it up (never!) or to store up libido for my next session. It was because I contracted a bladder infection. Cause unknown, cure an easy course of penicillin.
When the infection was raging it was very painful to urinate, and there was a stinging sensation in my urethra at all times. I was not tempted to play with my penis at all, though I could feel the necessity building up.
I took the pills for ten days, and after four days the stinging went away so I gave myself a trial wank. A little painful, so I kept it short, and I only ejaculated a small amount. It was interesting to see that my semen, which normally is creamy white, was completely clear. Obviously something had changed. At the end of the medication, when I was completely cured, I was still only shooting small amounts, and it was clear.
Yesterday, after two days of abstinence, I woke up horny and spent an hour masturbating in the morning. It was a good juicy cum, volume back to normal, and a bit milky. A few hours later my hand was back down there and I ended up doing myself for another half hour, with a good spurt.
This experience reminded me how important masturbation is to me, and what a great loss it would be if for any reason I had to stop. To celebrate my renewed ability to pleasure myself I plan to masturbate all day today.
And masturbating. I spent all day at this, ignoring all other projects, including work on my book. I just gawked at all those young naked girls with round white boobs. I couldn’t stop, I handled myself feverishly for nine hours straight. Despite efforts to conserve my libido I orgasmed three times, which is unusual at my age (67).
Girly pictures still do it for me!
I found out something interesting about myself yesterday – soft-core erotic photography still does it for me.