I love to masturbate.
I remember first discovering those delicious feelings even before I related it to anything sexual. It simply felt good. I was compelled to press my groin against the floor, feeling how amazing it was. I would do it constantly. Then one night in bed I discovered my penis was hard and it felt even better touching it without pants on. It never was a chore after that to get me to go to bed, I was eager and restless until I had some moments to touch myself. There was always a point the feelings got so incredible I would trembled. I felt exhausted afterward and usually fell right to sleep.
By now I was snooping in my fathers things. He had boxes in our basement. My first discoveries were his old National Geographic magazines. The African natives; bare breasted females with large dark brown nipples were a favorite. I would be so aroused. Then I discovered the art work and illustrations of the ancient world. The Greek and Roman slave auctions where the female slaves were being bought and sold, stripped naked and bound in chains excited me. What really excited me was the hairy growths of pubic hair I saw. I remember clearly one illustration of what was most probably an Arab girl collared and chained, naked with a mass of curls covering her mound. I stroked my penis many times looking at her.
Then puberty hit. Those first pubic hairs that began to grow confused and surprised me me. I was in the locker room at our public pool when an older man commented that I was showing signs of becoming a man. I must have looked at him as if I was questioning his statement. He then whispered I had a few lone hairs down there and then pulled his trunks down showing me his full growth of dark pubic hair. I was memorized by the sight, frozen in place, gazing at his cock and pubic hair. He stood there for what seemed like forever with his swim suit pulled down. I watched as I saw his penis harden and begin to rise. A family entered the locker room and he pulled up his trunks and winked at me, putting his finger to his lips, making the “shhhhhh”……sound. I knew I was not to ever tell a zsoul what had happened. I never said a thing, but I did stroke my cock to the vision of his hard cock. I wondered what it felt like. Secretly I wondered what it would taste like too. I came every time I thought of him taking my head and pulling me to it.
I hated the way I looked. Although I had now an seen older male and wished I had a full growth of hair around my penis, I did like the sparse hairs on my body. I shaved the few hairs I had. It felt so smooth, and added to my desire to touch and caress myself. It was odd how I felt and reacted. I loved seeing full bushes of pubic hair on both mature men and women, but those few hairs I had discussed me. I kept shaving it off. But know I was on a mission to see more. Every time my father took a bath I would sit with him and talk, and look. He seemed to like those moments and I loved them. Once when I walked in his penis was hard, it was sticking above the soapy bubbles and water, the head was a deep purple and shiny. I knew he was masturbating, although he stopped when I walked in. He was quiet and then said….”You touch yourself too I assume……It’s normal.” That was all that was said.
My father was a photographer before he married mom. I had found many images of women who had been photographed naked in the boxes in the basement. It was regular masturbation material for my daily cock stroking sessions. I never judged him, I never thought he was cheating on my mother. I always believed that this is what men did.
Then…….I’m home alone and I see my dad’s leather bag sitting on the stairs to the basement. I had to peek. He always had it in his car and now it’s within my grasp. I opened it and looked inside and found a treasure trove of porn. Not magazines, but real pictures of women. Hairy pussies, older women, many were Polaroids. I was in heaven. I sat there with my pants open, stoking my cock. I came more than once that afternoon.
So began my long journey into pornography and masturbation. It was the gateway to pleasure, and opened my eyes to so many possibilities.
More to cum……