I live in a large city in Australia and I'm married with three children. At around 5” my penis isn’t very big but no-one has ever complained about its lack of size. The truth is I enjoy my cock and try to keep it looking good. I trim my pubic hair to keep it neat and love wearing a soft rubber ring that squeezes my cock and pulls my balls forward increasing my pleasure when I masturbate. I was first shown how to masturbate by a friend when I was about 12 years old and haven’t stopped since. Even during the early years of my marriage when we were fucking daily I would usually start my day by jacking off in the shower. In my early teen years I masturbated at least once a day and often two or three times. My semen volume was considerable and I could squirt 4 or 5 feet across a room. The extreme level of pleasure I got from masturbation had me addicted from day one.
All my mates reached puberty at about the same time and we masturbated together regularly. We often went to someone’s garage and had circle jerks. Sometimes we would see who could cum the quickest, or who could shoot the furthest. Other times we’d just stroke each other off. As our interest in girls increased, I was disappointed to find our group masturbation sessions easing off. I soon discovered other friends interested in mutual masturbation sessions though and we’d usually do it at my place after school. In those days we would usually jack each other off in the bathroom and ejaculate into the bath tub. It was fun but I was looking for more. Fortunately, I soon found a friend that shared my desire for longer sessions. We would strip completely and take much more time with each other. We constructed quite complex role playing scenarios where we would massage and caress each other’s cocks until we’d have to plead for relief and orgasm. We would then swap roles and repeat the scenario. I treasure the memory of these occasions.
Girlfriends came and went and I regularly experimented with sex but rarely in those days did it finish with anything more than the fondling of each other’s genitals. Finding a young girl in those days that would go ‘all the way’ was quite rare indeed. So, my sexual experimentation with girls consisted of petting sessions that concluded with me either ejaculating in my pants of having to find somewhere to stroke myself off soon afterwards for relief. As my interest in new sports and hobbies grew, my circle of friends varied but I still managed to find a masturbation partners from time to time.
I find it exciting to think back of the places I have jacked-off in. If I was visiting someone’s home, I would excuse myself and go to the bathroom and quickly whip my cock out and stroke away before ejaculating into the sink or 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 while parked on the side of the road. If I found myself with privacy and time, I would usually slip out my cock and stroke away until I came. I have ejaculated in amazing places over the years and I loved the strange sense of satisfaction seeing my milky white semen pooled in some strange place; it was like an animal marking its territory. I like to take risks too and I often masturbate in bed at night when my wife is asleep; it’s a challenge to get the job done without waking her.
I considered the other day how many times I have done it. Well, as a teenager I often masturbated more than once per day. That has dropped off over the years to three or four times per week. Even when I was first married and we were fucking like rabbits, I would jack-off in the shower each morning. So, I figured that with 47 years of masturbating on an average of say 5 times per week meant that my little one eyed friend has erupted and ejaculated its creamy white fluid more than 12,000 times. That doesn’t even account for all the times I ejaculated during intercourse. Hard to believe, but true. And consider this; if it has taken me 150 strokes on average to ejaculate, I have stroked my cock almost two million times over the years. It’s a wonder I have any skin left on it.
One of the great things I’ve discovered about aging is that the intensity of my orgasm is stronger than it has ever been. I wonder if any of you other older guys noticed this?
