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 Masturbation (boy, coming of age)
 by eringobra9@aol.com (ERINGOBRA9)


     It was the summer of my thirteenth year when I
 first became aware of the pleasurable activity that
 has now become a regular hobby. My sisters and I had
 gone to visit my grandmother who lived seven hundred
 miles away. I never cared too much for my grandmother
 and frankly I still don't but I would have gone just
 about anywhere to get away from the monotony of home.

     My grandmother always went shopping when we were
 there, but I rarely elected to tag along as I usually
 wound up being bored out of my mind and the fact that
 she had cable TV at home was no great motivator to
 leave the house.

    Because my grandfather had passed away some years
 earlier, I was left alone in this huge house to do as
 I pleased, and that's exactly what I did.

     When we were smaller my sisters and I, who are one
 and three years older, would play naked 'games' when
 left unattended at home, but as far as I can recall I
 never had an erection and I can't say I'd have known
 what it was if I had. The things we did were relatively
 innocent. It didn't go on for very long and we have
 never really spoken about it again even to this day.

     When I say that my grandmother had cable TV, I
 don't mean sex channels and the like, but it sure beat
 the old antenna any day. One day, early into the our
 two week visit, the trio of women had gone to the mall
 and I was sitting on the couch watching MTV. It was
 1987 and I remember George Michael's 'I Want Your Sex'
 video was on when I felt an itching that I knew I'd
 had before but had never scratched, I got an erection
 from the stimulus.

     The flashing images of flesh combined with the
 word 'sex' repeated over and over we're now imprinted
 on my brain associated to the ever growing itch in my
 fruit of the looms. I didn't touch it but I knew I
 wanted to.

     My family is extremely religious and I felt guilty
 even watching the video not to mention wanting to play
 with myself, but as I lay in bed that afternoon the
 images and sounds of the media began to flash in my
 head and naturally my erection increased. I had
 neglected it for thirteen years and I couldn't
 restrain myself any longer.

    I had no idea what was going to happen but at that
 point all I could see or hear was, "sex". I reached
 into my pants and began slowly rubbing the stiff, soft
 fleshy head of my penis when all of the sudden waves
 of pleasure filled my body and mind, for what at the
 time seemed like an eternity and I was in pure and
 utter bliss. 

     Then as quickly as it came, it waned. I was the
 happiest I'd ever been in my entire life up to that
 point and all I can remember thinking was, "Wow, how
 come nobody ever told me I could feel like that!"

     I'd had no idea whatsoever that it was even
 remotely possible to acquire that kind of sudden,
 extreme pleasure merely by touching myself.

     The aftermath of my realization was, in a manner
 of speaking, a lot less glamorous. I didn't get the
 guilt right away as I would in the naivete of my
 teenage years, but I now had this clear oily liquid
 on the head of my penis which puzzled the hell out of
 me. I knew what it was, but I expected it to be more
 like urine, I suppose, as that's the only thing that
 had ever come out of that hole before.

     After having gone to the bathroom and come back I
 lay in the bed pondering the whole thing again, I
 wondered, "Will this happen often?"

    "Am I going to tell anybody?"

    "Will I go to hell if I do this a lot?"

    My thoughts ranged from amazement to bewilderment
 to guilt over and over. It was, at the time, the most
 wonderful and perplexing thing I'd ever known, and
 I'll never forget that moment as I imagine no one ever
 does.

    The rest of my visit consisted of conjuring my
 first fantasies of innuendo's as well as watching a
 lot of MTV. Every time I climaxed, the amazement grew
 as I learned all about this new found function of my
 body.

     Eleven years older and wiser, and I still do it
 pretty much every day, some days more than others and
 somedays not at all, regardless of whether I'm in a
 relationship or not. All of my guilt as well as my
 fears of divine retribution are but memories as I have
 come to realize, as everyone should, that it's a
 completely natural act and as such should be treated
 with as much modesty and sense of necessity as any
 other bodily function.