(date posted: Tuesday, July 26, 2011)
Summary: I've been a horny guy all my life, but at 12 I was beyond horny. I was so preoccupied with my sexually developing body that I couldn't think of anything unrelated. An erection was the default, I only forced it to get soft when it was really necessary. I spent too much time staring at my darling pecker that I memorized all about its curvatures, protruding veins, circumcision traces. I had performed the measurements so many times that I precisely knew my delicious meat was 4.6 inches. I thought it was a handsome cock but that was not enough for me: I really wanted it to be foot-long. And this became the driving force behind my introduction to masturbation: the superstition on how masturbation made penises bigger. Having an orgasm turned out to be the most beautiful feeling in life. However, when I learned that those powerful spasms were to be accompanied by ejaculation of semen, I was devastated. This was because my first orgasm was dry, so were the following thirty plus orgasms. After one of my desperate efforts, mom became aware of my situation. She was surprised at first, then fondly explained that it was only a matter of time and my testicles would be producing semen soon.
Experimenter, part 1
(date posted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006)
I was 12 and all the talks among the boys in my class were about masturbation. There were older boys who were experienced in jerking off, spending all their time stroking their members, even in the class. They would not talk to smaller boys unless they want to encourage them to jerk off or to teach something about jerking off. How many times a day you masturbate and how long your erect penis is, were the most important subjects of all conversations. I bet every boy knew the exact length of his penis, not only the length of its erect state but also flaccid state. The more interested ones also knew the circumference of their penises as well. I was a little new to this world. I had been getting erections recently and I was a little afraid to play with my thing when it was erect. My heart was pounding like drums when I bring my shorts down and take a closer look at my engorging penis. I loved to look at my stiff penis for hours but I could not touch it very much, only caressing it a little when it starts to get soft. I think most of the boys in my class were like me, getting erections all the time but not daring to play with their stiff peckers. As time past, the number of this kind of boys decreased. Most of them had begun jerking off. Still, the most important thing that we consider was the sizes of our penises. In time I got a little bolder playing with my pecker, size was my matter and a six-inch ruler was my favorite toy.
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