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Subject: MASTURBATION MEMORIES CALLED TO MIND MASTURBATION MEMORIES CALLED TO MIND Robert P Thomson writes: How exactly all this came about was a bit weird in itself. Simply to explain how my memory was sparked, I’ll begin with just a few words about that. Mark was a good friend from schooldays. We had both been at the same university at the same time, he at Engineering, I doing Natural Sciences. After that, it was a little time before we met up again. Having a long chat covering many topics, for no special reason our conversation turned to masturbation, and how each of us had learned how to do it. When I told him how it had been in my case, he was genuinely horrified, something that seemed strange, seeing that as schoolboys mine was kind of middle-blond. So he had a lot of red curly hair growing just above his cock and long gingery hairs all down the back of his legs and the same from his knees down close to his ankles. When the two of us were in the shower or standing there getting dried off afterwards, I was secretly envious of Simon’s big cock and how his balls looked, wondering when I would have anything as big as his. Of course I never said anything like that to him, and he used to tease me about the few hairs I had, near invisible just above my much smaller cock. I didn’t much mind being teased. Like I said at the beginning, talk of masturbation, ‘wanking’, and ‘bashing it’ was a constant topic at school. My cock would go stiff for no reason and just about anywhere. Hard to believe it now, but I hadn’t even tried doing it at that age. I was sure that Simon was doing it. When I asked him about it, he just told me to shut up and said I was too young to be thinking about that. Still, I kept pestering him when just the two of us were alone, trying to persuade him to tell me details about how he did it and where and how often, but it seemed pretty much useless. Naturally, that did nothing to keep me from thinking about it non-stop. We had separate bedrooms. When I got into bed, more often than not I would lie there on my back with both hands down inside the pyjama bottoms I used to sleep in, or an old pair of boxers in warmer weather, feeling my balls to see whether they were growing any bigger, and touching the hairs down there until I fell asleep. In the morning, I always woke up with my cock stiff, dashing into the bathroom for a pee with my hands over the bulge. The next thing to happen was that I was in the bathroom right after getting home from school, and I thought that I had fastened the bolt on the door. I had all my clothes off and was sitting on the lav rubbing my cock to see if I could wank myself, legs stretched out, working my skin up & down. Then, horror! The bathroom door opened and Simon walked in, just in boxers and bare feet, fresh back from school and obviously going gaziantep travesti for a pee. I stood up, my hard cock going soft almost at once. Simon looked at me and pushed me out of the way so that he could pee. I stood there with both hands over my cock. When he’d finished, he pulled his boxers back up. I was making for the door, but he jumped in front of me, stopping me from leaving. He fastened the bolt. Then he put both hands on my shoulders. Face close to mine, he said something like, “So, little brother, trying to wank yourself, that it? Bet you couldn’t make it work, eh? Come on, Peter, no secrets!” I was a bit red in the face, but told him nothing happened except a good feeling like a lovely shiver. He laughed. “Well, that’s why I kept asking you about it, Si. Maybe I wasn’t doing it right. So, are you going to show me, or what?” He said, “Maybe, maybe, but I need to think about that. Now get your clothes on. Don’t worry, won’t ever say a word to them, that’s a promise”. He meant our dad & mum. Something like a month later, I thought my brother had forgotten all about it. I tried doing it again, that time alone under the shower. Once I was hard, I rubbed and rubbed really fast. I was doing it with my right hand, with my other hand under my balls. Maybe, just maybe, they’d got a bit bigger. Rubbing away, I suddenly felt something different, like a warm numbness in my cock. Then there was a wave of a real good feeling, and a little squirt of something shot out, landing on the floor of the shower between my bare feet. My knees were shaking, and I had to put one hand against the wall to steady myself. It was all over inside a couple of minutes. Bending down, I put my fingers in that little bit of stuff that had come out of me. It was watery and kind of slimy, and I washed it away at once. I didn’t tell Simon about what happened. I think it was a Saturday. Our dad & mum had gone off to visit her sister for most of the day. I was sitting in my room reading something when my brother came in. “Still interested in knowing about real wanking, then?” I nodded eagerly and stood up, feeling my cock sort of stirring just with him saying that. “Come on then, quick as you like. My room.” I followed him in there, thinking that he was going to let me watch while he did it, but once in there and the door shut behind us, Si said, “OK, Pete, clothes off, the lot, just put them on the chair there.” He was wearing a tracksuit bottom & a sweatshirt. While I was taking my things off, he stripped to his boxers. I was standing there naked with my cock hardening. He told me to get on the bed on my back, both hands behind my head on the pillow, and see that I kept them there. I wasn’t scared, just nervous and excited. Sitting down on the bed close to me, he gaziantep masaj salonları said, “Now, sure that you want this? I promise to stop any time you say, OK?” I nodded for him to go on, my mouth dry. My cock had gone real hard by this time. Expecting him to take hold of it right away, I closed my eyes. But he started to run his fingernails gently up the insides of both my thighs, just short of my balls. That felt very nice. When I opened my eyes, Si was looking at my face, grinning, and going on doing that. I could feel the skin on my balls tightening. He began just running one finger over them very lightly, “Like that, then?” I asked him to go on doing it. My cock was right up, hard as it could get. I was shivering with excitement when he took hold of it, pushing my skin all the way back. He said, “Now, this is going to take a little time. Trust me, Pete. I know how to make this work for you. Cock not fully grown yet, but your balls are just fine, so slow and steady will do it.” He began to wank me, not fast, but very steady strokes, with his hand right round it, quite tight, just working my skin all the way back & up to the top again. It felt very good. It’s hard to remember just how long he was wanking me like that, lost track of time. He kept asking me if I was feeling anything different, and telling me to be sure to say as soon as I felt anything, and he was running a finger from that hard ridge under my balls right up over my sack. I was lying back, with my hands behind my head like Si said. Might have been half an hour into it that there was a warm sort of numbness, just the start of it, then it faded and came back again. I said what it was like. Si didn’t let up. That feeling came back again, and this time it was like there was a tightness right deep down there, in my belly or my balls or both. It was a good feeling, but getting stronger. Si said, “Yes, legs wide apart, hands behind head, and keep looking at me!” Right after that, it was like a huge wave swept over me, and I couldn’t stop myself making a noise, loud gasps, shutting my eyes. When the next wave came, I was looking down where Si’s fist was working at my cock, seeing a small thick blob of white stuff coming out somewhere near my little patch of hair, followed by one, two, three squirts of milky-white stuff spurting much further and with a lot of force, all the way past my belly-button. With each spurt there was another jerk of that feeling, shaking me all over. I had to shut my eyes again until it stopped. Si was sitting smiling at me, squeezing my cock very gently. My mouth had gone dry and I could feel my heart pounding. All that stuff on my belly & chest was starting to run down one side. Si said, “Pete, don’t move!” He had a pile of tissues just gaziantep escort bayan there, and he must have had them ready, so he had to know what was going to happen. Carefully wiping the mess off me, I could smell it as he was doing it. When he stood up to go to the bathroom to get rid of the messy tissues, I could see his cock was hard, pushing his boxers out. When he came back fetching me a drink of water, it was still like that when he came back with it. Sitting up to drink it, I felt better, like relaxed in a special way. Si said, “Well, bet that was nice? Pleased with yourself? You should be. First real spunk, and a good big load of it, and that’s the truth, Pete.” I was pleased with myself. It had felt even better than I ever thought it could. Si said something like, “So, now you know how to do it, you’re on your own now. No more questions. Anyway, this is just between you and me, and if you ever have any worries about this stuff, you tell me, understand?” After that, we went for a shower together. He made sure that I was completely clean everywhere, not a trace of spunk on me, and we went down to find some cold Cokes. When I said thanks to him, he just laughed and said it was nothing more than a big brother’s duty to make sure I had proper guidance. I didn’t forget him saying that, and I could remember just once needing to take him up on his offer of advice. My cock had grown a good bit bigger and I’d probably been overdoing the wanking, so it was red and sore. Catching him in the bathroom, I showed it to him. He had a good look at it, taking hold of it very carefully and drawing my skin right back. He agreed that there was nothing much wrong with me except from too much wanking. He got some of that E45 cream, putting some of it all over my cock under my foreskin and then drawing it forward again to cover the top. He made me promise to keep my hands off it for a week at least. With a big effort, I managed to do that, and once I’d washed it carefully a few times and put some more of that cream on, it was perfectly OK. When I had my first wank after keeping off it for a week, it felt nothing short of fantastic, with the spunk bursting out of me in under 10 minutes, splashing all over the glass door of the shower, with me holding onto the wall to steady myself. Once it was finished, I made sure that I washed it all off the door. Needless to say, I had lots of really good wanks after that. For over three years I had a good friend, a boy in the same class at school, suppose we were wank buddies. We did it together and for each other so many times I couldn’t count them or even remember all the places where we did it. It was just a lot of fun. Now, back to my conversation with Mark when we happened to be discussing how each of us had learned to masturbate. When I told him how it was my older brother Simon who’d done it, Mark was horrified. I tried telling him that he’d got it completely wrong for thinking that it must have been a bad experience. It wasn’t a bad experience. Far from it. I wanted it more than anything at the time, and my brother did it for me, not to me, and that’s a big difference. Anyone agree? (End)

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