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SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER / STORY TYPE: Male Masturbation TITLE: My Early Times

I was brought up in a single parent family by my mother. I am the eldest of four the others being in order, sister, sister, brother. Family nudity was the norm, and I never thought anything wrong in being seen naked by any family members including my aunty (mum's sister) and her childen (my cousins). My earliest recollection of having an erection was when I was about 5 or 6, and having erections in front of family members was not seen as something to be ashamed of, usually drawing remarks from either my mother or my aunty of "who's a litle man then" etc. We also lived in a seaside resort which had a nearby naturist beach which we all used to go to so nudity was very much an accepted thing. We would often share showers, baths etc and my earliest non-orgasm memory of masturbating was when I was about 11 in the shower with my mother when I was soaping my penis and it got erect. It felt really nice so I kept masturbating. My mum just smiled and made some remark about 2growing up", and told me that what I was doing was normal, but that I shouldn't do it in front of strangers etc. For a while afterwards I would play with my penis in the shower and bath quite unashamedly, often drawing humourous remarks from family members. My first orgasm was when I was about 13. I was in the bath with my elder sister who would have been about 12, indulging in my usual soapy stroking when all of a sudden the feeling became more intense and I ejaculated. My sister looked at my penis in surprise and |I shouted for my mum because I thought something was wrong. She told me it was perfectly normal and asked if I enjoyed the feeling. Needless to say, this entranced my elder sister who told my cousins and my aunty at the first opportunity. Both my sister and my cousins (both girls aged 13 & 14) wanted to see so I did it for them on numerous occasions. This eventually made it's way back to my aunty and my mum who asked me to stop the public performances as it wasn't the done thing. I continued masturbating in the presence of my sister though, and sometimes she would masturbate me. By this time she herself was masturbating and we would watch each other and occasionally do it to each other. My mother often caught me masturbating but never said anything other than "I'll leave you alone for a while". I joined the British Army when I was 18, but even when I came home on leave the masturbation thing with my sister continued until we were both in our mid-twenties.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER / STORY TYPE: Male Masturbation TITLE: La ragazza bella

Being an Italian-Catholic, I always thought about masturbation and how it brought me a small feeling of guilt, but I have grown to understand it really should not bring me any guilt. Two summers ago, my parents sent me to Napoli, Italy, to visit some relatives for 2 weeks. I was to go see Zio Frederico and Zia Concetta. I had only been to Italy once before, so this was a treat for me. Since both of them worked during the day, they told me to go see the sights and they would later take me out to fancy restaurants and village celebrations. The second day I was there, I went to a pizzeria, and had some pizza. While there, I saw a beautiful girl, who looked to be my age, out of the corner of my eye. Ten seconds after we made eye contact, she walked over ot my table and sat down. We both spoke, some in Italian, some in English, and we began to flirt. Soon enough, her mother called her from accross the street, and she left, agreeing ot meet me here there tomorrow. I looked forward to seeing her again. Of course since I was a horny 14 year old, I masturbated quite some time to her face in my head. The next day I went back to the pizzeria and there she was, waiting for me. We talked and flirted for the next half hour. Only this time, it didn't end with her mother calling for her. It ended with a "Miei genitori non alla mia casa, ha voglia di va alla mia camera" which translated to "My parents are not home, would you like to come up to my room. I heard the hallelujia chorus in my head and told her "more than anything". She laughed and we started accross the street to her house. We walked up to her room and shee locked her door. After making out for almost twenty minutes, we both took off our shirts and I began to feel her up while we kissed. Soon she started to work her way down my chest and she unzipped my pants, and put her mouth on my rock hard _____ and gave me the blow job of a lifetime. After I came, she sat there in anticipation, waiting for me to return the favor. I took off her panties and began to work my tounge arounf her clit for the best ten minutes of my life. Soon she started to moan and shout and scream in ecstacy. We lyed on her bed for an hour and talked. Later, I had to go. For the next week and a half, we met and gave eachother oral sex. On the last day I was in Italy, we had final ly come to the big finale. We started with our normal kissing and grabbing, but we decided to try something a little more satisfying. Instead of our oral pleasure, we wanted to go all the way. I took off all her clothes, as she did me. I then took my hard _____, and slipped it into her warm tight pussy. We _____ for two hours, on again off again, me cumming more and more each time. After we finished, she told me her mother was coming home any minute and that I 'd better leave. I came by her house the next day to say goodbye. She had tears in her eyes and made me promise to see her again. Of course, I did, not knowing if I would, and left with my beautiful memories of her in my heart. When I was on the plane back home, I realized that I didn't use protection! And realizing she was an Italian-Catholic and fourteen, she most likely didn't use birth control. The whole ride home I was freaking out. I wanted to call her on the plane right then and there, but I din't have her phone number. I thought to myself, "Oh no, how could I do that to her, and then leave?!" When I got home I tried to persuade my parents to send me again that summer, but they told me that I didn't have the time before I went back to school. That all happened a year ago, and if I did get Regina pregnant, the baby would be born already. I am planning to go to Italy again this summer, but until then, I am praying, hoping, and of course whacking off.

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