I don't know. I don't remember what told me to give it a try.


I just did it.

So then I got to wondering... what drove you to "give it a shot" the first time?

were you masterbating while driving? thats not safe you know

so nice to have other administrators!!! TOO THE TRASH WITH THIS ONE!

hey now, its a very good topic.. not that i can actually remember, but nate's answer made me lol, so lets go with that.

Avner keeps close tabs on my sex life, he gets off on it.

It was a crisp, sunny autumn morning.  The dew was still sitting on the grass amongst the shade, hiding away from the sun.  It was a little chilly with an innocent breeze; enough for a light jacket.  I woke up at my usual 9 AM time for my Saturday morning cartoon festivities.  Dragon Ball Z was on TV and I was determined to watch it.

I rose from my bed, stretched my ten-year old arms and gazed at myself in the mirror.  My soccer shirt was beginning to fade from the perpetual usage as my bedtime outfit.  I glanced downward at my lower half, wondering constantly the nature of my half-risen genitalia in the morning.  What was it so happy about?  I didn't need to go to the bathroom, as that was the only way in which I knew my penis: a method by which to urinate.  I decided it was about time to instigate this foreign phenomenon.

I quietly slipped into the bathroom and begin to investigate myself more thoroughly.  It was sensitive to the touch, almost like a gentle tickle.  Why was it only like this in the morning and when I saw an attractive girl?  I begin to toss it lightly in my hand, and watched it grow back to its morning state, as it had seem to fade since I had waken.  It was turning warmer, and began to beat a little bit.  In the midst of wonderment, I clasped my hand around myself and held it proudly in the bathroom mirror.  It was still very sensitive.

I began to rub it to initiate a pleasant feeling, to turn this tickle into something more out of curiosity.  However, though it felt better, I wanted more.  I looked around the bathroom to find something to improve this sensation, and stumbled upon some hand lotion.  I thought I might give it a shot; if I could eliminate the feeling of my hand roughly trying to explore myself, It would surely improve this feeling.  I pumped two squeezes of the white essence in my hand and gently applied it to my extended counterpart.  It was cold, but quickly turned warm from the heat of my passion.  I began to pump my hand slowly, exponentially increasing this sensation of pleasure.  All of a sudden, it seemed like I was symbolically climbing a mounting, longing to reach the peak.  I kept going and began to think sexy thoughts of the next door neighbor.  She was a twenty year old girl that had a nice supple body and innocent face.  I went faster, trying to find my way to the peak of my exploration.  This was such a great feeling I didn't want to stop.

When I thought it couldn't get better, it did.  I began to have weird quivers in my genitalia and secreted an off-white, splotched liquid.  I thought to myself, "Why is this slimy?  It's not like water...".  My penis, feeling satisfied, began to resume its usual size and submissive nature.  I washed my hands off, gently and cautiously cleaned off my body and cheerfully made my way into the living room to commence my cartoon endeavors.

That episode really fucking blew.

you need to see a doctor, cause seriously dude.... talking with yourself is a schizophrenic problem that should be treated.