Early Masturbation Experiences

I thought I might write up a few experiences, early on in my masturbating career. I hope some people find them interesting.

One thing I can remember clearly was waking up later than usual on school holidays to the greatest sound ever: silence. Silence signals that there are no parents around because they left for work not that long ago. Silence also means that for the next 6 or so hours, I am free as a bird.

In those early years, I was not as well setup as now. I had a tight foreskin until quite recently, so I didn't know the pleasure it could bring, in fact it mainly brought discomfort. I also had no porn to get the juices flowing. It was the bra and panties pages of the department store flyers only! But, I took advantage of those early times and wanked away, often spending 4 or so hours wanking, hanging back for a little and then repeating the process. The day with 4 free wanking hours is rare nowadays, unfortunately.

Another which hangs out in my mind is one night the parents were off at the Parent/Teacher evening at my school seeing how much of a studious little boy I was. This would be a couple of hours, and I had nothing else to do, so I picked out a movie and threw it in the VCR. I picked Under Siege. Now anyone who has seen this film knows that it isn't much. Just your standard Steven Seagal action flick...with Erika Eleniak. That particular scene had been a favorite of mine for quite some time. I must have rewound, and played it over a dozen times but I had the orgasm of my life (at the time) then. I felt utterly drained and tired afterwards. I've always had a bit of a soft spot for Erika ever since.

I can also remember going for a walk once and needing to pee. I had walked quite a distance and was in a fairly secluded spot. There were no people around and I had ventured off the walking trail. After answering the call of nature, I sported an erection. I'll bet it is no contest what happened next? That was the first time I masturbated in public. Jerking off in public feels a little different to when you are at home. Your heart pounds faster, the nerves seem to amplify the orgasm a bit as well. It kicked off my interest in every now and then not being closed off in my house to have a wank.

Another time was in my mid teens. I was out all night at a friend's party. Normally I would have had to have gone to work with my parents the next day, but I was told that when I get home to go to sleep, when I wake up give them a call to see if I was needed. Since my parents were no longer working 9 - 5 jobs, this had put a huge dampener on my usual masturbating habits. So I was trying to get as many opportunities as I could. The party wound down around 2am and I fell asleep on my friend's couch - with a scheme.

If I could sleep until around 8am, that would give me time to get some breakfast and head home in time to just miss my parents heading off to their shop. This had two advantages, I was rested so I wouldn't waste my free day sleeping and I was on a week long dry spell and had some freshly acquired porn to have a look at. Now is there any better combination?

My plan worked beautifully. It was a lovely day outside so I grabbed a few magazines and whisked myself outside and got to work. There is another reason this even sticks in my mind, it is the first time I shot a load any significant distance - about a meter. I was again quite drained but I had to make the most of my short time. So after an hour or so I got busy again, thinking the next orgasm would be significantly less than the first - I was incorrect. Again around 1m and, although it is hard to tell shooting a load into the garden, I'd say about the same volume.

I hope you found those early memories interesting :). And if you didn't, here is a photo of what I have just recently used to masturbate to.
I find it hard to resist Alley Baggett's sinful leer ;)