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Masturbation
by Eringobra (eringobra9@aol.com) 

***

A boy finds out what an orgasm is all about for the very 
first time. (m-solo, mast)

***

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. As 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.

As a smaller child 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 actual erection and I can't say I'd have known 
what it was if I had. 

The things we did were relatively innocent considering 
some of the stories I've read about incest and the fact 
that my oldest sister was the only one who had reached 
puberty. It didn't go on for very long and we have never 
really spoken about it 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 Micheals 'I Want Your Sex' video was on 
when I felt an itching that I knew I'd had before but 
had never scratched, as I proceeded to get 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 then but I knew I wanted 
to.

My family is extremely Christian and I felt guilty even 
watching the video not to mention wanting to play with 
my genitals, but as I lay in bed that night the images 
and sounds of the media began to flash in my head and 
naturally my erection ensued. 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 
pajamas and began slowly rubbing the stiff, soft fleshy 
head 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 concept 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 naivety 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 ordeal, "Will this happen 
often?" "Am I going to tell anybody?"  "Will I going 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 innuendos 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 some days 
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. 

So that's how it started for me. What was your first 
time like?

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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