Masturbation Autobiography

One of the topics i keep coming back to in my role plays is my “history with masturbation”. Part of my physical exam is of course the observed sperm sample, but while the sample is being produced, I also love the idea of the doctor (female, in my case) asking me all sorts of questions about my “history with masturbation”, but current and in the past. If i were to give it a title, it would probably be “Michael and his Penis: A Love Story”.

What would your masturbation autobiography be called?

“My Guilty Pleasure” is accurate but maybe a little trite. For me “Shower Time” might be me more appropriate.

I am SURE other guys here will be able to relate to my experiences…

My best memories of masturbating came over 50 years ago (1960’s) when I was a college student living in a large dormitory. Back then, I had a daily need to relieve my pent up sexual desires but was always fearful of being caught by a roommate, who probably also had the same needs and desires. But… You didn’t want to talk about it openly…or “perform” in front of your roommate because we were both probably too embarrassed to bring up the subject. Many guys back then just wanted privacy regarding this very private bodily need. So, every evening, after dinner around 7 PM, I would head off to find an open stall in the BUSY restroom. These restrooms were huge, with long rows of well used, busy toilets. Trying to find an unoccupied stall that was NOT next to an occupied one, was impossible, so you just went in to whatever was available and took a seat with company on either side, who were most likely doing the same thing you were doing. In my case, I also had a need to take a relaxing, non-rushed, shit at this same time each day, so…. I was able to “double-dip” by enjoying TWO pleasurable events. Once comfortably seated on the very accommodating, large-size, butt swallowing contoured, open front, toilet seat, I’d spread my legs apart and begin to gently rub my cock for several truly pleasurable minutes. I especially enjoyed the great anal sensations I’d experience as I was passing large, slow moving turds from my hole while manipulaging my stiff cock. You could actually hear some of the guys sitting nearby breathing heavily as they were, most likely, working up to an ejaculation, too. However, in my case, I always tried to take it slow, so as to not make any (heavy breathing) noises. But, after about 10-15 minutes, when that “point-of-no-return” cum release was inevitable, I’m sure I let out some muffled gasps as my spunk began to wildly shoot out of my engorged “stiffie” into a wad of TP. Cleanup was easy and no trace was ever left behind…except for some stink from the BM and a very warm toilet seat!

I guess a good term for this event would be: “Double Dipping My Private Desires”

“Making Up for Lost Time”

(I started late, just a few months before I turned 16, but at once or twice a day into my mid 40s now, I think I have more than caught up with the guys who weren't late bloomers.)

Mine would be titled “Tales of an Early Bloomer, and a College Freshman.”

I'm not entirely sure how I discovered masturbation, but I know I was pretty young. Around 6, maybe. I must have discovered that the smooth underside of my wrist felt good against the underside of my little penis, because that's how I masturbated until going to college. At first, of course, nothing came out. But the plumbing tried to make stuff come out, and once I got to around age 11 it started to dribble out.

While many of you probably have memories of shooting semen onto your chest when you were adolescents, my memory is of having cum shoot up my arm, into the joint of my elbow, and occasionally into my armpit.

Then I went to college. My roommate was the hottest guy on the floor. In fact, the women voted him the hottest guy in the dorms. A couple months into our roommate relationship, I caught him masturbating in the dim light of our dorm room. He jerked off the way 99% of guys do. Watching him jerk off --the hottest guy in the dorms – is one of the hottest moments I've ever experienced.

So I tried it, and I liked it. Several times, I did it with the covers pushed back so he could watch. I think he was pretty straight, so I don't think he did.

I did watch him jerk off probably 10 times. Then there was the time he brought a woman back to the room and she jerked him off. It was so hot … she had never touched a penis before so he whispered at her to teach her how.

Oh my … good times.

My best memories of masturbating came over 50 years ago (1960’s) when I was a college student living in a large dormitory.

Back then, I had a daily need to relieve my pent up sexual desires but was always fearful of being caught by a roommate, who probably also had the same needs and desires. So, every evening, after dinner around 7 PM, I would head off to find an open stall in the BUSY restroom.

I've always wondered how anyone could masturbate in a public toilet stall. It must be one of the most off-putting places I can think of. An immediate shut-off for all and any sexual desire.

Still, apparently it is a classic location.

I love the topic/question. Mine would be called “Intimacy with myself: hooked from the beginning”!

“Growing Up as a Normal Child”

• 5 against 1: A Love Story
• My bigger right arm

Za

I've always wondered how anyone could masturbate in a public toilet stall. It must be one of the most off-putting places I can think of. An immediate shut-off for all and any sexual desire.

Still, apparently it is a classic location.

When i was in boarding school would travel home for vacations, always by air. I would often have to change planes and have waits. As a hobby i jacked off in every airport during the trip and if not too busy, the plane too. Always clean, no trails. Stalls are not great but had to keep the string going.

My title? Please don't watch me!! A lie I tell myself

Stand back this could be messy.

Me, myself and I.