Horrid Confessions V:



I started masturbating when I was four years old. At that time I had no idea what it was, and it fascinates me today when I realize that I was capable of orgasm at that age. It occurred by accident when I would push against the bed when I slept. One push felt good. Two pushes felt better and so on. Shortly thereafter I named the fun game "Pushing the Bed". I would climax and there would be no need for cleanup. Just the wonderful hormonal rush of endorphins.

My mother once caught me at this young age because my underwear were peaking out from the bedspread and she scolded me saying that, "If you do that, it's going to fall off!" No need to mention that she's Catholic. So that was pretty scaring to hear, especially since I didn't stop. For years after that I felt like I was in a race between keeping myself happy and loosing my manhood. I eventually got my two cousins we'll call "Tara" and "Sandra" into it and we would "Push the Bed", separately, to see who could get to climax the quickest. We eventually got caught by our parents and told that we shouldn't do that.

It wasn't until I was a little older that Dad let me know that it was okay, and that I was normal. "I do it too. All men do it.", my father tells me while we were fishing together in a boat. I was almost twelve and I had found my older brother's (who is thirteen years my senior) old Hustler stash.
"Dad? When I finish and get that feeling. Nothing comes out. Isn't something supposed to come out?", I asked my father.
"Yeah, you just got to give it time son. It will happen eventually.", Pops says.
"Well, how much comes out?", I ask trying to get as much information as to be ready for it.
My Father spits in his hand a few times, "About that much."
"Thanks Dad.", I say. Now that's a man version of the birds and bees. I may have to do that example for my own son. Just in honor of that moment.

So time went from there and so much has changed. Except for my sexual appetite. Sometimes it scares me, that I'm not sure if I'm normal; or abnormal. I masturbate at the very least once a day. I masturbate at work, I masturbate when I get home from work, I masturbate before I go to bed. "A" was in totally shock when we first moved in together. I held off for a couple of days so we could adjust to each other. Then one night before bed I just started too, and
"A" says, "Wow, I've never had a boyfriend just do it in front of me."
"I told you when we first met. I am a highly sexual guy. I really wasn't trying to be cute. There isn't a time when I am not horny." I tell wonderful "A".

That's the funny thing about "A" and I. We are total ying and yang. "A" is the type of letting the magic happen, and the candles, and the glass of wine. I'm much more extreme and raunchy. No need for details. I appreciate the way "A" likes it too. But we can be polar opposites when it comes to sex. But that's okay, we work to find a happy medium; and she feels more comfortable with my constant masturbating. "A" reminds me what normal is, or at least what I think it should be. That's why I love her.

But I am a man who went to a doctor last year because I though "A" might have given me an STD by accident, that she may not have known she had. My penis was extremely itchy, so I went to a physician and he had testing done. When the tests came back clean the doctor asked me,
"Beo, where exactly is it itchy?"
I showed him the length of my penis as being the itchy spot.
"Beo, do you masturbate often, or have you had rough intercourse.", he asks.
"Well, I masturbate everyday and the intercourse hasn't been too rough I don't think."-Beo
"Beo, what I think you have is micro tearing of the tissues in your penis. What your feeling is itchiness from the tissues healing themselves. Lay off the activity and give it some time to heal and I think you'll be fine.", the doctor finishes.

My blood is thick with testosterone. All I think about is how wonderful women are and I want to know all their secrets. Procreation is a constant urge. Women say menstruation is a horrible burden, but so is feeling immaturely horny every second. I have yet to find a woman who is my perfect sexual match because at some point it stops being about sex and becomes something more animalistic and scary. But I am a nice normal guy, that loves to kiss cute babies and hug you and watch your favorite show with you. I cook, I clean the house, I do laundry and change the kitty litter. I am everything normal, then after that, you're probably right in guessing that I'm having sex or masturbating right now.