And then I discovered masturbation! My oh My, that first orgasm scared the hell outa me. I shook all over, was nervous, certain I would go straight to hell. But after the third or fourth time it seemed apparent that not only was I
not going to hell , I wasn’t even going to die.
So as they say, practice makes perfect and I set out to perfect the art of wanking. I used my hands, old socks, underwear, whatever would soak up the copious amount of fluid generated by my young body in the bloom of youth. My cock at that time stood at a very high angle, grazing my bellybutton really and I could easily spurt hot voluminous streams right over my head.
And even though I’d had a lot of past experience , it had been before the onset of puberty. Now I found myself to be very shy around girls my own age, especially in view of this astonishing orgasmic power in my loins. Though in all my years I have never abandoned the art and particular male skill of intense orgasm by masturbation, I do acknowledge that it is a lonely solitary experience that does not compare in satisfaction with the close intimacy of two lovers connecting in that special way. I knew something was missing!
So I had to find a way to overcome the shyness and fear of rejection that I thought was inevitable in boy/girl relationships. Girls were very attractive to me…not necessarily the otherway around. But I did manage to find a few who thought I was ok . One in particular, an older woman….probably in her 20’s ( I thought she was much older) took me in hand so to speak and my sexual education started in earnest.