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| Of course, there was still the problem that I was getting all my sexual pleasure from magazines, and I began to realise that this wasn't a healthy thing. Ultimately, I even got rid of the Forum magazines, and although I never did completely lose my taste for erotic literature, I developed a proper sex life and started getting to know people rather than my own right hand.
It was always the letters pages I loved best. The pictures were great and I'd turn straight to those, to get myself hard, but long before I ever took hold of my cock I'd be reading the letters. For a good while after that, the tip of my cock felt so sensitive, that the merest touch of a fingertip sent spasms through it. Of course, I had no idea what had just happened, but dim memories of long ago classes started ringing bells in my memory - just enough to let me know that this wasn't a symptom of some weird kind of disease or something and make me go running for medical attention. After a few more pumps, the sensations even began to merit my full attention and I put my book aside and kept pumping. My other hand moved down to cup my balls and play with them too. This was getting better by the second. I just kept rubbing my hand up and down my shaft very slowly. It felt nice and comforting. And slightly deviant. Yes, by this time my vocabulary was a bit more sophisticated. Deviant or not, I didn't stop and in fact started moving my hand faster. Just something to look down at and think; "Oh! Hair. Oh, well." Teenage apathy seemed to have set in with a vengeance. Well, I moved my hand down and started playing with my cock. At the time I didn't even know why I was bothering, but since it didn't feel bad, I was in no real hurry to stop.
About three or four, I think. When I was 18. To set the scene... I was in bed and was reading a book when I developed an erection. For the life of me, I can't remember if this was the first one or if I'd had a few in recent weeks, and that lack of response seems to typify my attitudes towards a number of different things. "Good" boys didn't do that, but I loved the feeling of the air on my body. If my vocabulary had included the word "deviant" at the time, I feel sure I would have applied that word to myself. Well, now I'm going to jump on a few years. The class giggled at that. Now, I remembered having an erection a couple of years previously, but I believe that was an isolated incident at the time. I had looked at it, toyed with it, lost interest and given up. I remember a live birth scene, replete with all the blood and gore that are part of the process but horrified every one of us. And I remember a passing comment about masturbation, although I completely misinterpreted that one. I doubt that though, considering the content of those classes. From what little I remember of them, they seemed designed to traumatise impressionable young minds. I remember a lot of line drawings of fallopian tubes and penises. Since it was obviously so different from anything that you experienced, I thought it would be good to write about - just for the sake of comparison. And to highlight the differences, I thought of one particular event I could mention. "Don't you dare cum," She growled, "or I'll rip your balls off I swear!" This was originally intended for someone else to read, but I thought I d like to share it within this forum...
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