a masturbator wrote:
My life as a chronic masturbator started when I was very young and I
started doing it before I even knew exactly what I was doing and why.
I only knew that it felt good. But I didn’t realise some of the
problems that it would cause until much later when I started having
relationships with women.
I met my first serious girlfriend when I was only about 12 or 13.
She was my best friend’s cousin at the time and two years older than
me. Tina had long curly black hair and brown eyes. She developed
earlier than most girls in our school and she had large breasts when I
met her. I think that was what attracted me to her.
We would get into heavy petting sessions whenever we were alone and
she was the first girl to let me get to second base. Whenever I would
attempt to unbutton her pants however, she would shoo my hands away or
grab my wrists and put them at my side. A few minutes later I would
try again with the same frustrating results. This might go on for a
couple of hours and made me very sore. Tina thought it was hilarious
to see me all worked up. Afterwards, when I got by myself again I
would quickly grab myself and jack off until I squirted onto my stomach.
One night after a couple of hours of this I told her I couldn’t take
it anymore.
“Here,” she said, putting her hand on my chest and pushing me back
onto the couch. “I can’t touch it, but maybe this will relieve the
pressure a little.”
She pulled her sweater up over the tops of her breasts and let it
rest there. Her nipples were long and hard and her areola were dark
and bumpy which I since learned was unusual for a girl so young.
“Put your hands under your butt, I don’t want you getting rough with
me.”
I did as she asked, mesmerized by her breasts and the smile on her
face. She straddled my legs and sat on my knees. Then she reached
down and undid the button of my pants and slowly unzipped them. She
took her middle finger and started tracing slowly widening circles
around my belly button. She giggled as I moaned and tried in vain to
thrust my dick as far up my belly as I could.
She kept doing this, never making contact with my penis, just
tracing circles around my belly button and giggling.
I was staring open mouthed at her nipples, which she noticed.
“Do you want to kiss them?” she asked. I nodded my head up and down
quickly. She laughed again. “Okay, be gentle though.”
She leaned forward slowly until her right nipple was just inches
from my face. When I finally closed my mouth around it, she suddenly
jerked her hand away from my stomach. I had come and some of it had
gotten on her hand.
She sat up again and pulled her nipple from my mouth, holding up her
hand and the white fluid dangling from it. She looked around for
something to wipe it off with and couldn’t see anything in her mom’s
living room that wouldn’t get stained.
“Here, she said, giggling, “clean this mess up.” She pushed her
fingers in my mouth and I sucked them until they were clean.
She pulled down her sweater and buttoned my pants. She patted my
slowly softening prick through my pants.
“All better.” She said.
And this continued for about a year. She never touched my penis, or
even looked at it that I know, but she did enjoy scooping my come off
my belly and having me clean my mess up.
Eventually she taught me a lot more…
If anyone wants to know about it, email me…
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My story as an addicted chronic bisexual masturbator is somewhat similar.
I started masturbating jan 15, 1951 and from that very first day on, i am addicted to masturbation.
1953, I still was a tiny small boy, 5 feet, but my dick, may be due to so much and frequent masturbating, already had reached its adult size, 7 x 2 inches. It made a nice bulge in my kid pants and it made me very proud, the bulge. That year I met a new classmate, a wonderful girl, just one year older than me – (you may understand why I dont metion our ages…), beautiful ass and big tits. she was a little hard with learning and so she had to repeat the year in the same class. Hilda, her name, realized 2 things: first, that I was a quite intelligent pupil, second, MY BIG BULGE-
Hilda took her place in the classroom right on my side. She immediately began touching my bulge during class, even pulling my dick out and stroking me during classes.
When Hilda realized my parents were out of home, working during afternoon until 7 p.m.,
she said “Henry, let me come to your home for doing school work.
So she came almost every day, but instead of learning, she undressed me, she undressed her and for the first time she masturbated me like a godess. But young Hilda already liked fucking. “Henry, I am going to teach you hou to fuck, Im going to masturbate you with my pussy instead with my hand, lay down on the bed, Henry, and relax and let me do”
Day after day we enjoyed hours Hilda riding me. As her parents had a pharmacy, Hild managed stealing condoms for avoiding pregnacy. After the so-called “pussy-masturbations, when we orgasmed, she took the condom and cleand it, rubbed it with baby powder and then she “re-used” her condoms. “I cannot steal so many rubbers as I need, Henry” she said. She told me she learned fucking with her cousin, a few ys older, “but, Henry, he just has a so small dick, oh henry, I love your big dick”
Almost 3 ys I enjoyed that “pussy-jacking off”. As Hikda made progresses in school, her mother was enchanted with “Teacher Henry” and she invited me to their home on weekends. “There are 2 beds in Hildas room, Henry, you can stay there, dont worry, Henry” Mom said. I thought “worying???? – what about???”
Those weekends…wow…you can imagine…But even so, Hilda becam an excelent pupil, may be due to my permanet injections of “clever-cream”
Nice memories of my very first sexual wake-up