If bisexuality didn’t teach me anything, it’s that sex is to be enjoyed… and even when you’re just having sex with yourself. Yeah… spanking the monkey; choking the chicken; rubbing one out.
I’ve mentioned the day a friend showed and taught me how to masturbate and I’m sitting here thinking that in a hierarchical sort of way, it was the fourth sexual thing I learned about. First there was sex with a girl and, really, who knew I could put my thing inside a girl like that? I sure didn’t! Then, sex with a guy, both oral and anal (kinda but eventually being nicely penetrated and creamed); then masturbation comes in at #4 and while I’ll say that I kinda/sorta knew that playing with myself could feel good, jerking off made that early “playing” pale in comparison since I was now ejaculating and, come on – who knew that you could make yourself shoot the stuff? Learning to eat pussy was the “last piece of the puzzle” and like everything else, who the fuck knew that doing that to a girl was more fun that some didn’t think it was?
Yeah, not me but once I learned how to get myself off, doing it just for the fun of it became a must except I was told not to. Ever. Going blind and all that and, as I would later learn, the misperception that it’s a sin and, um, okay, if you’re gonna put it like that, I was already sinning my young ass off and in extremis already so what’s one more sin to add to the list?
Adult Me would reason that if you can’t or won’t pleasure yourself, who’s supposed to? Some guys were weird about it; girls started demanding that we not do this, and they were in the same camp as some of the guys who were all of a mind that a guy has no reason to masturbate… because we’re supposed to have sex with girls. That’s all well and good… if you could convince a girl to have sex with you but, fine – I can go both ways and having sex with a guy could be just as satisfying but what about those times when it’s just me, my dick is hard and not of a mind to go back to being soft (unless somehow shocked into it) and, well, hmph, I know what to do about that and just like all the other sexual things I was doing that I wasn’t supposed to even know about, I could sit, stand, or lie and make myself shoot and, um, sometimes, giggling at how bad I was being.
One day I’m hiding in the bathroom and jerking off and I’m about to shoot and… I wanna see myself do it and wondering if I could since when the moment came, I tended to have my eyes closed and only opening them after the fact. I’m doing the jerk and snatch on myself, it’s feeling good, then really good and then that good and I shoot… myself in the face since I wanted to get as close as look as possible. Doing this was messy to begin with and hiding it from my parents was problematic since, um, a lot of toilet paper would go missing and trying to be mindful to get rid of any evidence that I did this and sometimes being “sure” that I might have missed some. Going through those first moments of having wet dreams was… embarrassing enough to wake up in the morning and my underwear are literally plastered to me because I shot my stuff while I was asleep and unaware of what had happened and now I gotta put them in the hamper and realizing that there was no way in hell that my mother – who was a nurse – wasn’t gonna figure out what that white, crusty stuff was in my underwear.
I knew that she knew but she was gracious because she didn’t really say anything to me about itr but, of course, she’s a nurse and a grownup woman who obviously knew something about boys and if I’m already embarrassed by this, no need to make it any worse… unlike my father who’d see fit to “give me da bizness” about messed up underwear and sheets and even thought it was hilariously funny, too.
But I’d better not be playing with myself because it’s a sin and evil and if God doesn’t get me for doing it – and by making me go blind – yeah… parents were going to say or do something about it. A friend asks me if I jerked off and I said that I did and… he didn’t seem to know why I would.
“Because it feels good!” I remember saying while giving him a “what’s wrong with you” kind of look and learning what was wrong with him was that he was afraid to do it because he knew he’d be punished if his parents found out. But even then, it “made sense” to me that if he was going to be punished for it, didn’t that also mean that his parents knew he might do it? I thought so but we tabled the jerking off conversation to go have sex and shoot the way it’s supposed to be done and, well, I wasn’t going to say no but I had “reasoned” that just because I was having sex didn’t mean I had to stop… what’s that word I learned? – oh, yeah – masturbating.
Sometimes I had to do it in lieu of not being able to have sex with someone; sometimes I did it… just because I could and sometimes I’d do it even after having sex with someone because… it felt good and not so good after the fact but Adult Me would learn some stuff about that and how getting myself off made me feel guilty for doing it… but it sure was fun in the doing. Hanging with the fellas and we decide to have a contest to see who can (a) shoot the most stuff and (b) who can shoot it the farthest and, sometimes, (c), who could shoot it the fastest and who took a long time to shoot this way and, yeah, we’re boys – what did you expect?
And while some guys were embarrassed because they masturbated, I… wasn’t. Adult Me would look back at this moment in time and realized that I had zero shame when it came to having sex with a girl, boy or… with myself. I remember the first time I tasted my own stuff because… I wanted to know what it tasted like. Now, this was before I was eating pussy and way before the first time I went back down on a girl after I’d cum in her but, sure, guys and gals would let me shoot it in their mouth and they’d either swallow it or spit it out but… what did it taste like?
I’m in the bathroom and beating the shit out of my meat because I want to shoot so I can taste it and wasn’t aware of the fact that because this was something I felt I had to do, I was making it hard on myself to shoot but eventually I did; it was all over my hand and fingers and now… I didn’t want to even think about tasting it but I have a problem: I forgot to get a new roll of toilet paper! I will admit that it didn’t occur to me that all I had to do was… wash it off. Nope – this was my chance to taste it and I’m in a panic mode over no toilet paper so I… licked my hand and fingers clean and, hmm, it doesn’t taste bad at all!
I would learn that if I’m going to do that, um, it’s best to do it while it’s still warm because once it cooled down, eh, it wasn’t the taste that was bothersome but the weird jelly-like feel of it in my mouth and, once, I almost threw up because it didn’t feel right in my mouth so, yeah, if I wasn’t going to “get it while it’s hot,” just get rid of it the usual ways.
For some guys, being able to do this kept them from having sex with someone; I didn’t understand this at first but, yeah, parents. I never got caught jerking off – but I’d been close enough to getting caught to know that whoever tried to barge into wherever I was doing it just knew what I was doing… but if you didn’t see it, it never happened. Some guys got caught doing it and if they didn’t get grounded for it, they got beaten for it and parents had no qualms about leaving the evidence of a beating behind because it also served to send a message to the rest of us: If you start fooling around with any kind of sex, this is what could happen to you, too. It was a clear and present danger because I grew up in a village situation where if an adult member of the tribe caught you doing something you had no business doing, they could beat your ass for it – then take you home and rat you out to your parent(s) so you could get beaten again.
And if you tried to say that you didn’t do what you got caught doing, tack on some more beating for lying on an adult and lying to begin with. A lot of my friends either got caught jerking off or there was proof that they did and, sometimes, even if it was merely suspected. Adults were seriously serious about us not knowing anything about any kind of sex but for those like me, yeah, that ship had already sailed and got sunk… a lot. Did girls do this, too?
They said they didn’t, but my older sister once told me, “Those bitches are lying if they say they don’t!” I learned that they, too, got hit with a lot of shame and guilt over playing with their pussy and one girl had asked, “If I can’t let you play it with and I can’t play with it myself, what am I supposed to do when I want it played with?”
Of course, the only acceptable answer was, “Nothing -and you’d better not or else!” Another girl told me with a high degree of certainty that good girls don’t do that – only bad girls do that and, gasp, have sex with a boy! Some of them – catch me if I faint – will even put a boy’s thing in their mouth! Some girls would say that they did but, of course, it would be better if I played with it and even better if, you know, I was to kiss it… a lot… and until they tell me to stop and stick it in.
I’d see that social norms and morality-related things threw in a lot of shame and guilt about masturbating; I didn’t have any of it but, in this context, this wasn’t about me – it was about other people and how this particular sexual thing affected them one way or the other. Like, guys who weren’t of a mind to beat their meat – but were having trouble getting pussy – would, likely, opt to have a guy do it for them, suck their dick or the guy was willing to be fucked. Which, in the way my mind was now beginning to work, didn’t make a lot of sense because getting yourself off… wasn’t “as bad” as opting to have sex with a boy most definitely was… not that it was really bad but, still.
To me, it was a lesson in what “the lesser of two evils” could mean and confusing since, as we were told, both things were a sin and sins were never to be done or even thought of and… adults are crazy, aren’t they? Oh, then if this wasn’t confusing enough, we were also being told that if we have sex, you can never tell anyone about it. Wait, what? So, if someone asks me if I’ve had sex yet, I can’t tell them that I have? What if they’re asking me because they want to have sex with me? How does this even work?
Yeah, those crazy adults and their rules that weren’t making any sense to me… or anyone else who were of a similar mind. Sex was good. It felt good to have sex with a girl… and a boy, too, but it felt good if you had sex with yourself but the obvious contraction that we shouldn’t be having sex… and the idiotic notion that we couldn’t and didn’t know anything about it.
Childhood innocence my ass. It is never to say or imply that there weren’t kids who were still as innocent as the day they were born; it just wasn’t all of us. I even figured out that if you didn’t want to hear anything about it, you still knew about it and knowing was “just as bad” as doing it and, yeah, adults. They have no idea what they’re talking about well, right up to those moments when you find out that they weren’t as crazy and clueless as we believed them to be.
Except that going blind and/or hairy palms part. No idea what girls were told about what would happen if they played with their pussy – would they go blind, too? Oh, and if a girl or a guy wore glasses, did that mean that they played with themselves and… they’re going blind?
Adult Me looks back at stuff like this and I… just shake my head and smile wryly if I’m not actually laughing at how naive we all were but, at the same times, how some of us, myself included, was way ahead of the curve because we had few qualms about having sex with each other and… with ourself and the only real purpose for me to masturbate was to make myself feel good.
Forty-year-old me is talking to a guy about us getting together to suck each other off and with another 40-something guy and we somehow get to talking about masturbating and he proudly says that he’s never masturbated and didn’t believe in it… but thought I was “kinky” because I could never begin to count the number of times I’ve pleasured the shit out of myself and… how and why does a guy my age be proud about not ever masturbating and, better, not believing in it? He did say that the reason why he didn’t do it was because it’s something that someone else is supposed to do.
Oh, I wish you could have seen the look on my face to hear a forty-something-year-old man say this and then something I hadn’t heard a guy say since I was like 14 or thereabouts – but I realized that there’s some… shit that us guys can get told and we’re made to believe it because the adult/parent who told us this… didn’t believe in it, either so if they didn’t believe in it, you couldn’t believe in it. I almost broke the deal with him because of this; I didn’t because I felt this would be me being petty but, still.
People were weird about masturbating and, if nothing else, I just had to… note it. Me? Love doing it. Once told a woman that, I beg your pardon, but this is my dick, and you don’t get to tell me what I can’t do with it! If I want to spend all day jerking off, I can. She maintained that there was no need for me to because it was a woman’s job to get us off and… I just looked at her.
You can imagine that look, can’t you? Here’s a woman who just told me she wasn’t going to have sex with me telling me this and giving me shit because I honestly said that if she didn’t want to, it wasn’t a problem because… I have two hands. Here’s the funny part: Because I said this, we had sex. Go figure, right? But in my ongoing quest to learn all there is to learn about sex and sexuality, this particular thing fascinated me, from the men and women who wouldn’t do it to those who said that it did nothing for them and if it didn’t, um, why not since as far as I knew, it’s supposed to.
Unless one’s mind has something else to say about that. Or that belief that gets imparted to all of us that says that the only meaningful source of sexual stimulation has to come from someone else and, I dunno, as such, not something one should do to and for themselves. I’ve known women who have said that they cannot cum if they masturbate… but they sure as hell can if I do it for them, manually, orally, or both. Or not. Was it really a physical thing… or something else?
Guys who’ve said that, sure, they can get hard and jerk off and… nothing. Again, some kind of physical thing going on with their bodies or… some kind of mental block that got placed there by someone or even themselves, which kinda made sense to me given the number of men who said that they didn’t believe in it and, yeah, I knew some of them were lying like a cheap rug… but, clearly, there was still a lot of stigma attached to getting yourself off and, for me, continuing to ask the question, “If you’re not supposed to do it, who’s supposed to – and why would you expect someone to even want to get you off?”
My bisexuality lent itself to me learning some shit about masturbation. It is very much a personal thing to do and while I’ve had men and women jerk me off, eh, they can’t quite do it the way I can do it to myself but, then again, I know my dick better than anyone else does. I see guys using toys to get themselves off and, well, at least they’re doing it but often wondering if they could masturbate without that kind of assistance and, yeah, my mind really does work like this and, really, it’s of no real consequence because from the day I learned how to masturbate, I have zero shame or guilt over literally taking the matter into my own hands.
I’ve been awakened in the middle of the night with a raging erection and one that isn’t of a mind to go anywhere now that I’m partially awake and, welp, only one thing to do about that, right? Right! I even keep a towel within reach so I don’t have to get up to… clean up the happy mess I made.
Guys on the forum are often very keen to know what we masturbate to (and if we do) and a lot them talk about what they fantasize about and I don’t need to do that because I have a lot of memories of having sex with someone that I can jerk off to… and sometimes I don’t need to call them up in those moments where and when I’m getting myself off… because I need to because it’s what my body is telling me. One member accused me of lying about not having fantasies and I… forgave him because he just assumed that all guys have them but what he didn’t know was that I don’t have any because any fantasies I might have had… were made real. Why fantasize about having sex when all I have to do is think of any moment that I had sex with someone and relive that moment and add to the stimulation I’m already feeling?
In this particular thing, it’s what I learned I could do for myself and despite being told not to. I know that some get… addicted to it and to the extent that some are incapable of having sex with someone and… some folks get nothing out of it at all. In a time where we are talking about self-care, well, um, isn’t being able to get yourself off a part of caring for yourself?
I think it is but that’s me and I’m obviously very biased in that direction. After I finish this, I… going to pleasure myself and just because and… why the hell not? Not really a sexuality thing per se but a sexual thing that became a part of me learning how to be bisexual and to have sex.