Gay Erotic Stories

Masturbation A Personal History When I was maybe 12 or so, I began to masturbate regularly, or should I say daily.......hell, hourly! My dick was small at the time, but that was no barrier to the imaginative ways I tried to get myself off. I had seen my older brother (15 years old) jerk off a bunch of times. Shyness was not an impediment between my brother and me. I was envious at the size of his root and even more so at the quantity of jerk juice that he could put out. When he jerked off, he practically went into a trance, and squirmed and grunted like an animal. When he got a nut, his face became a mask of pain and he tensed like a bowstring and shot his load like a cannon. I was amazed by it all and dreamed of the day when I could bring that kind of pleasure to myself. I sat beside him during one session, pulling at my own root (I had nothing but dry orgasms at this point.) and watched him jerking off. As usual, he really got into the action and wanted me to rub on his nuts while he jerked. This time, I suppose because I was rubbing his nuts, he shot the biggest load I could remember and sticky globs of his cum landed on my arm. I could smell the strong odor of the stuff and put my finger into a big drop of the cum and put my finger to my nose to better smell it. My brother bumped my arm and caused some of the cum to smear on my lips. I could taste it and it was not unpleasant to me. He laughed and put some of his own cum on his lips and tasted it too. Then he smeared his hand through the pools of cum on his belly and caused the whole room to fill with the pungent odor of sex. For months I continued to masturbate, hoping one day I would shoot a real load and could consider myself a man. As time passed, my dick got larger and small dark hair began to grow around my dick. Erections occurred at a moments notice for no reason at all. It was a constant fear that my dick would stand up and tent pole my pants at the wrong moment, like in church or something. My jacking off continued for some time more, when one day the magic moment occurred. I was in the john, spread out on the toilet, teasing my root to prolong the moment when those muscles down behind my nuts would start the rapid contractions followed by the exquisite and prolonged moment of pleasure that up until now had produced nothing more than a sigh of relief from my lips. This time with my eyes squeezed shut, I came and felt a dribble of something on my fingers. It was a pale white glob of fluid that came from my dick. CUM! HOORAY! From that point on, I began to shoot white blobs. I should not say shoot because no matter how I did my jerking, no matter how often or infrequent, my cum just kind of oozes out the end of my dick. And not a great deal of it either. Because I had seen my brother put out what seemed to be enough cum to fill a shot glass, I assumed that I would do the same. No way! Not ever! Or so I thought. Even so, I quickly learned that my orgasms began to change and produced the same kind of reaction in me that I had seen in my brother's face. Intense pleasure as I stroked, muscles tensing up all over my body, sudden grunts and gasps of pleasure building to that all consuming blinding moment of release as I felt the push from under my nuts and the full feeling that ran the length of my pecker and forced the sticky goo out. Nothing could compare to that feeling. I don't fully remember why, but for some reason, I decided to deny myself the pleasure of my two or three times daily jerk-off session and abstained from all masturbatory activity for a week. Seven days and not a single orgasm. At 14 years of age, the build up of hormones and unfulfilled sex drive was all but unbearable. I am surprised that I did not have a wet dream and spill the whole enchilada on my bed sheets. Even so, I managed to control my jerking off until one afternoon I gave in. I nervously shed my clothing and sat on the toilet and spread my legs. I didn't have to touch my dick to get it hard. It sprang upward and pointed at my face. I don't remember exactly how many strokes I gave my dick, but within seconds I came. It came without any warning and the fullness of my nuts unloaded all at once and my load left the end of my dick like a garden hose. My head was bent downward and as a result, part of my load struck my face. One huge string of cum struck my forehead and left a long glob dangling over my left eye. I concluded from this episode that frequent orgasms produced smaller less copious eruptions, but did not diminish the pleasure. In fact, if I masturbated less, the load was bigger, but I came quicker. Definitely not an option as far as I was concerned. I also found in my frequent bouts of self pleasure, that considerable amounts of pre-cum flowed if I prolonged the session. By experimenting, I found how to coax more and more of the clear fluid from my dick. My own saliva was often used, but I found my dick lube was far better. I enjoyed smearing the small drops over the head of my prick and teasing myself to greater heights of pleasure. In a short time, I found a way to produce a huge amount of pre-cum from my dick. If I stopped my stroking and allowed myself to think of something boring like history class, my dick would soften and return to a relaxed state. Then if I relaxed my pee muscles as if to urinate, and let what seems to be a drop of urine push its way to the end of my penis, a considerable amount of pre-cum will flow out of my dick. Collecting the big globs of fluid in one hand and stroking some more will produce more of the same. After two of these stroke-and-almost-pee episodes, I could smear a huge amount of pre-cum on my throbber and then jerk off in complete oblivion as the pre-cum lubes me. The clicking and sucking sound made by all the lube as it snaps, slurps, and becomes milky white around the head of my dick is an added bonus. In short, that is my history of masturbation. I still jerk off frequently, and have no guilt about it. Although it is an alternative to normal sexual outlets, it does not provide the closeness and intimacy of a partner. Nothing duplicates that.