Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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I might post a few stories of my sexual experiences over the next few weeks. This is probably the wrong place to post them but I’m not sure where else. There’s something tantalising about the thought of putting your personal experiences in an open forum. Call it self indulgence or maybe even a form of exhibitionism, but over the years I have really enjoyed the occasions I’ve been able to masturbate while being watched by somebody. I find re-living my sexual experiences through writing stimulates me and the realisation that strangers will read my experiences is very exciting.

Overall, masturbation has been the most pleasurable and enjoyable sexual activity in my life. In fact I’d go so far to say that my penis has been my best friend. I loved playing with it from as early as I can remember and was amazed by the fact it frequently became erect and hard. Then, at around the age of eleven a friend showed me how to masturbate and I was astounded. As I watched the milky white cream shooting from his cock that day I realised my life was about to change. I still rate that introduction to masturbation by my friend as one of the most important days of my life. To this day masturbation remains the one real constant in my many years of sexual activity.

This is how my introduction to masturbation happened. I was with three mates, Chris, Jack and Keith and we were playing around at a disused wood yard near home. Chris, who lived at the top of our street, was a couple of years older than the rest of us and we all tended to look up to him. The wood mill had been closed for some time and we weren’t supposed to be there but it was fun to wander through the old buildings and generally do kid stuff. After playing around a bit we went into one of the disused offices and were sitting around talking when Chris looked up and said “If I show you something, promise not to tell anyone.”  We agreed and Chris asked us to come closer. He was sitting at the bottom of some old stairs and as soon as we gathered around he stood and slid his shorts and undies off revealing the biggest erect cock I’d ever seen. I don’t know how big it was but it was much bigger than mine at the time.

Chris sat back down and took his cock in his hand and began stroking it. Needless to say it wasn’t long before the rest of us were sporting bulges in the front of our pants too. After a short time stroking he stopped and said to me “come and do it for me.” I reached over and placed my hand on his huge warm cock. It was wonderful feeling the thickness in my hand and without saying a word, he started guiding my hand to show me what to do. I had only been rubbing his cock for a minute or so before Chris said “go a bit faster I’m going to come” At the time this didn’t make much sense to me but a few seconds later Chris said “I’m coming” and with a moan, a rope of creamy white cum exploded from the eye of his cock landing a foot or so from us. Almost instantly a second spurt shot out of his dick at least twice as far, then a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, heavens knows how many, all landing some distance from us. After the spurting subsided, it settled into a pulsating ooze of cum that ran down his cock and dripped onto the dusty floor.

“Fuck, what was that?” I asked staring at the thick white fluid now just dribbling from his shrinking penis. Chris ventured “it’s called spunk and it happens when you rub your cock like that and it feels great.”  Now like most young blokes I seemed to have a permanent erection, and even though I’d stroked, pulled and played with my cock for as long as could remember, I’d never had the creamy white ‘spunk’ come out before. I was amazed.

Chris took his hankie out and began wiping the cum from his cock. He pulled up his pants and announced he was going home. The rest of us were obviously in a serious state of arousal and I said “Shit, I’m gonna try that too.” So down came our pants and away we went stroking our rods. Just then, Jack, who was my next door neighbour, said “I’ve been doing that for a while and it’s really good; it’s called pulling yourself off”. So there we all were, pulling ourselves off together. A couple of minutes later, Jack made a groaning sound and began squirting wads of cum all over the floor. Keith and I kept on for a good while but unfortunately without result. We were both so frustrated; it felt really good pulling our dicks but no matter how long we went we couldn’t ejaculate.

For an inquisitive youngster witnessing my first orgasm and ejaculation was amazing. Needless to say over the next few months I constantly tried to get the ‘spunk’ to come. I jacked off at every opportunity until one night in bed, I was stroking away when I began to feel a new and strange sensation. I kept stroking my cock and suddenly my first orgasm started. It’s hard to describe the experience, but as the wonderful sensation began in my groin, my cock started to pulsate and cum started oozing from it. I was over the moon to know that I’d experienced my first orgasm.

Over the next weeks and months I jacked off at least once and often two or three times per day. My semen volume increased considerably and my ejaculatory contractions became so strong that I was able to squirt cum quite a distance; sometimes five or six feet across a room. The sensation of pleasure that accompanied my ejaculation was just amazing and I was immediately addicted.

All my mates in the area reached puberty at about the same time and we masturbated together regularly. We often got together in someone’s garage or other private place and stood in a circle jacking off. Sometimes we would see who could cum the quickest, or we might take it in turns and see who could shoot the furthest. Sometimes we just jacked each other off. It was great fun and we all loved it.

Over the next few years, as we continued to mature we began to experiment sexually with girls. Subsequently our regular mutual masturbation sessions dropped off in frequency. I still managed occasionally though with both old and new friends. As time went by solo masturbation was my main release and I did it every chance I got. I’d jack off in the shower, in bed at night, in cubicles in public toilets, I would even rub my dick through my pants in the classroom at school occasionally and cum in my pants. In fact anywhere I found a secluded spot I’d get my cock out and jack off. (Strangely I’ve never really lost this quirky behaviour and even now in my early sixties I occasionally find myself ducking into a public toilet or bush land for a wank.)

For many years it seemed I stroked myself off wherever and whenever. If I was visiting someone’s home, I would sometimes excuse myself and go to the bathroom and quickly whip my cock out and stroke away before ejaculating into the toilet. I would find myself stopping at parks in my area and jacking off in the shrubs or toilets. At times I would even stop the car and masturbate on the side of the road when I was horny. Basically, anytime I found myself with privacy, I would slip out my cock and stroke away until I came. I have ejaculated all over the place during the years and I loved every minute of it. There was a strange sense of satisfaction seeing my milky white semen pooled on the ground in a strange place. Even now I occasionally masturbate in bed at night when my wife is asleep; it’s a challenge to get the job done without waking her.

Recently I was thinking how many times I have masturbated in my life. When I did a quick calculation I was shocked. Consider this... It’s reasonable to assume that I have masturbated five times per week on average since I was about twelve. As a teenager, I usually masturbated more frequently than once per day. That has dropped off over the years to two or three times per week now. Even when I was first married and we were having sex regularly, I would start my day by jacking-off in the shower each morning. So, I figure that at age sixty three I have been at it for around fifty years at an overall average of maybe five times per week. That meant that my little one eyed friend has ejaculated its creamy white treasure well over 12,000 times. Hard to believe, but true. Add to this the 2,000 to 3,000 times during sex and I have a total of around 15,000 ejaculations. Whew! And consider this too; if it has taken me 150 strokes on average to ejaculate, I have stroked my cock more than two million times. It’s a wonder I have any skin left on it.

It’s pretty amazing too that in more than 12,000 masturbation sessions I’ve only been caught a handful (pun intended) of times. My wife has walked in on me many times when I’ve been masturbating in the shower. I’m not sure if she knew that I was stroking though because I usually just managed to turn away in time. She did definitely catch me twice that I’m aware of though, once she walked in while I was watching myself in the bathroom mirror and she seemed genuinely shocked. The second time she came home early and walked in on me when I was having an edging session on our bed and she politely apologised and left me to it. In my early thirty’s my mother in law caught me jacking off sitting on the edge of our backyard pool. She was polite enough to never mention it. I was caught in a public toilet once just as I was ejaculating into the urinal and I was caught masturbating about two years ago while exercising my dog in the bush by a teenage girl riding a horse; I don’t know who was more embarrassed.

These days, as in my teens, masturbation has become my primary source of pleasure. My wife has a few issues and her sex drive has dropped substantially since menopause. We still indulge but quite infrequently now. In a way I don’t mind because I am in full control of my experience and can play and fantasise to my heart’s content without having to worry about someone else. I told my wife recently that I still masturbate regularly and while she seemed a little surprised she wasn’t at all concerned. To be fair I do know she uses her vibrator from time to time and I only wish she was open minded enough that we could do it together. The sharing of pleasure with someone you love is the one thing that solitary masturbation misses.

Interestingly, one of the great things I’ve discovered about aging is that the intensity of my orgasm seems to be stronger than they have ever been. There are times the pleasure is so great I seem to almost black out. I have often wondered if any other older guys noticed this increase in sensation?

One other thing that I’ve pondered is the attitude of society to masturbation. When one considers what a natural thing masturbation is and how widely it is practiced, why don’t we feel more comfortable about discussing it with our children and friends? It would be wonderful to be able to share suggestions about technique etc to help make the experience even more pleasurable. Interesting!