When I was age 7 or 8 I didn’t know what m*********** was. The closest thing I had was getting naked and getting into a sleeping bag with my biggest stuffed animal, though obviously that didn’t really do anything for me. I was curious about s** from a young age. When I was 5 and 6 my best friend was the girl next door. We would play like normal kids, but also make out a lot. When I was 9 I had to spend most of the summer with my grandmother while my mom was at work. I was getting out of the shower one day and noticed a bottle of lotion by the sink. I put the lotion on my p****, I don’t know why I did it, and suddenly I felt amazing. I pulled my pork until I finished. Though at that young age nothing actually came out, I still had an o*****. This was the single greatest discovery of my life. From that day forward I masturbated virtually every day of my life. By my modest calculations I have masturbated well over 4,000 times. When I was 12 and 13 it was the worst. One night I had a friend sleep over and when he fell asleep I spanked it with him lying right by me. If I started jerking I had to finish. Sometimes it would take me as long as an hour. I often did it in the shower, so this wasted a lot of water. One day I walked home from school and it was raining really heavily. I realized that I left my keys in the house and no one was home. I had nothing else to do, so I played with myself while I waited by the back door. Just as I finish my grandmother comes and opens the door to let me in. I hid my shame underneath my old navy pullover and hoped that she didn’t see anything. If she did, she pretended not to.
