How I Accidentally Discovered My Erection

By this time in my life I loved loved loved my hard cock!  I remember one time when I was hunting with my brothers and my dad and a friend. I was set up to watch for animals in the early morning.

I remember thinking that I needed to be in a stable shooting position, so I was on both knees, leaning back on my boots with my butt. It was a little chilly, and I began to just move back-and-forth a little bit to keep warm. I was wearing loose fitting jeans with a pair of soft thermal long underwear. As I moved to stay warm, I got an erection, (erections happened a lot in those days.) Before I knew it, I was thrusting my cock down the leg of my pants like a mad man.  In a few minutes, I shot my wad down the leg of my pants. The warm cum oozed all over my right leg. We didn’t see any animals that morning, but I had a great time! It was the first time I had orgasmed hands- free since my first wet dream. Later that day, when I pulled my pants down to take a dump, I saw white dry cum all over the short blonde hair on my right leg. I just smiled and rubbed the dried cum off my leg.  I smiled at the new hands-free way I just experienced an orgasm in the outdoors. 

In part 3, I shared with you how I first experienced mirrored masturbation. One day within a few months of starting my new mirrored masturbation practice, I Was looking through a magazine called “Boys Life” that my membership in Boy Scouts had coming to my house every month. Since recently I began to care about becoming more muscular, I noticed the ad that had been there forever. I wanted to look like the muscular man in the ad. I spied the ad at the back of the magazine like it was the first time I had seen it. The ad was about selling me a 16-20 week program that came in the mail from a company called “Universal Bodybuilding.” The company guided me to use household items to help me build muscle (like curling milk jugs and doing dips using the backs of 2 chairs, broom handles to do pull-ups on). When it arrived every two weeks, each booklet had pictures of muscular men doing the exercises they were trying to teach me to do. I remember thinking that if my body could look that muscular I would do this work! I was so motivated that I did more exercises than they required! The program said that for a man that was 5”8” tall, (my height) I should weigh 180 lbs if I was going to be a muscular man like the men in the booklets. I weighed a lean 130 lbs. 

About a month into the program they encouraged me to flex and pose in the mirror after doing their program so that I could see my progress. At first, it felt a little strange to watch myself doing muscle poses in the mirror with not very much muscle, because my body didn't look anything like those muscle men in the pictures of my program, but I decided to do what they said to do.  I flexed and posed in the mirror after I worked out. About 2 more months in, I remember I was becoming enamored with my new muscles and the progress that my developing muscles started revealing in the mirror. I liked it! I thought my body was becoming more muscular, I could see the difference from when I started! For the next couple months after doing the workout, I would take my shirt off and stare at my body. Wearing only a pair of short athletic shorts I would flex in the mirror. It was encouraging to see my muscles starting to bulge and show definition. The sight of my growing muscles definitely made me feel more masculine!  

Within a few more months, when I looked in the mirror I began to see a pretty fit and desirable young man! I still didn’t look like the men in the program, but I saw more muscle on me! Over those few months, I allowed myself to completely admire the body God gave me! I began to love flexing and posing! Flexing definitely helped me see the fruits of my efforts. It always made me feel manly! 

I was recruited by an older friend to join the wrestling team at my high school. I had had a hernia operation the summer after my 8th grade year so I started wrestling the second half of the season my freshman year at 132 pounds. I loved the physical aspect of wrestling. I also continued my universal bodybuilding program in the off season, I was getting much more fit and muscular! My sophomore year I had to wrestle 138 pounds (I didn’t get taller, I got more muscular).

Remember thanking God and praising Him for His magnificent design in my developing and sexy looking muscular body after working out and posing in the mirror. During my second wrestling season I had just turned 15 when I had a new sexy experience. That day, as I flexed and posed in the mirror after working out, I began staring with awe at my developing muscular body. As I watched myself posing and flexing that day, it reminded me of the look I used to have watching my muscles flexing in my legs right next to my hard cock. Today I stared at the leg muscles right next to my shorts opening at my flexing upper legs … Suddenly I saw and felt an erection growing in my shorts! That familiar high level sexual arousal that masturbating while staring at my cock had been giving me for 7 years was happening, because of the sexy look of my posing and flexing leg muscles! 

As I felt my erection growing, I realized that I finally had a sexy body! 

That was the first day that posing after exercising turned into a fantastic and wonderful masturbation session in the mirror! That was also the day that I first wondered if girls would find my body to be as sexy as I thought it was. 

Looking back, my muscular body orgasm connection was powerful, sexy, honest, and innocently beautiful! Anytime I posed and had privacy I would soon lose the shorts, I was “posing in” because I would see and feel my erection growing. That day I started to masturbate naked in the mirror while flexing. What was new on that first day, was that I noticed in a sexual way, that my manly cock was attached to my budding muscular body. My arousal happened because of the muscles flexing on the body that was attached to my cock. Posing and flexing in the mirror as I masturbated became my new best way to masturbate! 

Within days of that experience I was masturbating in the mirror, while I was watching myself, and I began to imagine some random faceless girl watching me stroking my cock. She was turned on seeing me stroking myself. She was seeing what I was seeing in the mirror stroking my cock! I imagined her smiling, licking her lips and being super horny and excited to watch me standing there moaning and stroking my cock for her. She would say: “Stroke your big hard cock for me you stud! … Stroke your cock, pinch your nipples, and rub your body all over! … Make love to your cock! … I want to see you cum! …Stroke your big huge cock until it spurts for me!” When I looked into that mirror watching myself masturbate, it was easy for me to imagine that my imaginary girl would be very turned on by watching me masturbate! Voicing my desires and thoughts as if I was her out loud was very arousing! I was even more turned on watching myself masturbate in the mirror that day! It was a fun fantasy that a girl would  see me as the sexy young man I saw as I watched myself 🔥🔥!

My mother caught me masturbating one time: Sometime around age 14-15 my mom walked in on me in the middle of a summer day while I was naked and masturbating on my bed. There I was naked on my bed facing the door because my mirror was on the back of it. My back was against the wall and my legs were spread eagle, so I could see myself jerking off! I had rubbed baby oil all over my chest and cock! You could hear the sloshy, oily sound of my hand moving up and down my cock.  I had probably been masturbating for about 15 minutes, when she stepped in! By the way she opened the door so quietly I think she thought I was napping because I had a paper route that I was getting up to deliver papers for at 5:00 a.m. She looked straight at me for a second or two, her mouth dropped open as she saw me. I didn't try to hide or cover up, I just looked back at her with my hard cock still in my hands. Within a few seconds, she quickly closed the door, after backing out of my room,  “I am so sorry”! she yelled through the door! My guess is that no mom wants to catch her son in such a vulnerable naked position. Maybe because she apologized, I didn't feel any shame.  I looked at my body sitting on the bed with my cock in my hands and my oiled up chest, I thought “now she probably knows how much I love my naked body and cock”. I had a great relationship with my mom throughout my whole life. “I guess she knows that I'm a man now”. I felt good that I didn't feel any shame and I'm grateful to her for responding the way she did so I didn't feel ashamed in any way. I had a close and great relationship with my mom. Intimacy-wise when somebody we love and are intimate with in any type of relationship knows you all the way to your core, it feels exposing, but it also feels like you don’t have to hide. As I stared at my naked body and my still hard cock in the mirror I thought, “ my mom really loves me and now she knows. Because she was so cool about what happened.” As I looked at myself I thought “If I don't cum I'm going to go crazy”! So I started stroking harder and faster until I finished my self-loving time. About 20 minutes later after I was finished and fully clothed, I found mom all alone in our upstairs living room talking to herself. When my mom saw me walk into the living room, she apologized again and said, “ Steven you were not doing anything bad or wrong. It's totally healthy to enjoy yourself like you were doing, just don’t do it too much.”  I was so grateful that I had a close relationship with my mom and loved her very much. Her input was very helpful! “Mom it's okay really, I wasn’t embarrassed because I was just having fun with myself. Thanks for confirming that I am pretty normal. As far as the walking in on me thing ... it's okay, don't worry about it,” I said back to her. “I've learned to knock before I enter your room,”  she said with a smile. I hugged her and left the room.

Paper route adventures: At 15 years old, I acquired a year-round indoor paper route in two 16-floor retirement community apartment buildings. All I did was load the papers into a grocery store cart and wheel the cart into the elevator. I’d grab enough papers for three or four floors, walking down the hallways to deliver the papers on the floor. At the end of one hallway, I would exit the fire escape and go down to the next floor and use my fire escape key to enter the next hallway to deliver papers.  until I was out of papers. Then I would go back to the elevator again to get more papers. This process allowed me to deliver more than a hundred papers in the two buildings in about 20 to 25 minutes. The bonus was I didn't even have to fold the papers. I kept that paper route From the age of 15 until I graduated from high school and went to college.

I tell the story because by this time I had also become adventurous in my masturbation repertoire. The wind blowing up the leg of my shorts in the summertime would tickle me enough to give me an erection (reminding me of my very 1st amazing orgasm). I loved it when a breeze would come up the leg of my loose fitting cutoff jeans and give me an erection! I seldom wore underwear in the summer for this very reason! The erection was wonderful, (if there was no one around (that would make me self-conscious) enough to hide my erection. I would enjoy it and even touch it. Sometimes I’d  pull my hardness out the leg of my shorts! Back in those days, the inseams on men's shorts were probably 3-in long at the longest so my mom matched the fashion when she cut my worn-out jeans into shorts for the summer. 

One summer day at 5:30 am I was riding my bicycle to my paper route which was about six blocks away in the warm darkness. I was wearing my short cut-off jeans. It was a breezy summer morning.  The breeze of the morning, in addition to the breeze I caused by riding my bike 10 miles an hour, was beginning to have a wonderful effect on my cock. I began to get that incredibly wonderful feeling in my groin. 🤪 By this time of my life I was a pretty “free spirit” when it came to masturbation adventures. I only wore underwear when I was going someplace formal because I loved the opportunity to have my cock exposed to a nice breeze and enjoy a great erection. 😜 I certainly did not wear underwear to deliver my papers at 5:30 am.

On that wonderful day by the time I got to my paper route location, my erection was actually sticking out of the leg of my shorts! 🍆 It was such a fun turn-on for me to Look down and see the head of my cock peeking out of my shorts as I rode my bike! I felt like such a stud! I wanted to stroke it right there but I remember thinking that I needed to just get on with delivering the papers.  I went into the building trying very hard just to get focused on delivering my papers.

When I was inside, I looked down again and the look of my cock poking out of the leg of my shorts was undeniably a turn-on to me!  

I reasoned with myself that I never ran into any people as I delivered papers in the morning…I remember  being so turned on by my throbbing cock sticking out of the leg of my shorts. I was so horny, feeling relatively safe because it was so early in the morning. I Looked around in the dark ground floor of the apartment where nobody was, unzipped my shorts And began to massage my wonderful erection! After I stroked my cock 15 or 20 times, I was at a crossroads….. should I put it back in my shorts? Should I just stroke my dick hard and fast and shoot my jizz right here in the lobby? Should I just  get back to delivering my papers? OR … should I be daringly adventurous and masturbate while I was delivering my papers today?”  I wondered as my heart raced in horny anticipation …“It would be a “safe” and fun adventure” I reasoned with myself, “I never see anyone ever while I'm delivering my papers” I continued to reason with myself. It is true that every now and then (maybe 1 time in 3-4 weeks) a resident opened their door when I dropped the paper at a door. But when it did occur I’d always be six or seven steps down the hall (15 feet down the hall). They would open the door looking down at their paper, and grab their paper because they had been up and waiting for it…. Anytime I looked back to say good morning,the door would almost always be already shut.

My heart was pounding a million miles an hour and it seemed like my horny energy multiplied times 10 when I finally smiled and I decided that I would definitely masturbate while I was delivering the papers. So I pushed my slick pre-cum covered erection back down through the leg of my shorts, pulled them back up, and buttoned my shorts, so that they would not fall off, as I walked down the hallway. I had full access to my cock poking out of the loose opening on my right leg. I Put all the papers in the grocery cart and went up the elevator.  I walked my paper route through both buildings that day with a bobbing erection! When I went out the door of the fire escape I stroked my cock at least 10 strokes before moving on to the next floor. By the beginning of the second building, I turned my playtime into a sexy game requiring a growing number of strokes without cumming before I could go to the next floor. When my paper delivery time was over, I was up to 20-25 strokes on my cock between floors. I was so horny and so sexually charged up, that although it was now light outside I rode my bike back to my house with my erection still sticking out of the leg of my shorts (the way it was on the ride to my paper route 🍆). It was still only about 6:15 or 6:20 so “not many people would be out and about yet” I reasoned in my horny pumped up brain. By the time I got home (unseen),  I was so sexually pumped up! As soon as I was in my room I was naked and masturbating in the mirror! I remember that I shot my 1st load within two or three minutes while looking in the mirror!  💦💦💦 

10 minutes later as I replayed my adventure I was erect again and masturbated again!💦💦💦  15 more minutes after finishing that session still being highly sexually charged up, I masturbated again! When I got home before the 1st and second orgasm, I had oiled up with baby oil (like normal) which even added more lubricated sexiness to my experience. Watching myself masturbating in the mirror while I was watching my first two shots of cum sitting on top of the towel that I spread on the floor, Looking at my own naked body, and the two piles of cum on my towel, kept me extremely horny! By the third time, I shot my load, only about one drop of cum came out of my cock. 💧 I noticed that the amount of cum had reduced each time I stroked another load out. I also noticed that the intensity of my orgasm increased so that by the third orgasm, the pleasure was even more intense. My muscles were flexing in a way that was almost uncontrollable as I watched myself cum that third time in the mirror! 

Up until that point in my life, I don't remember being more turned on than during and after that experience! Before I knew it I was taking even bigger risks in my paper-route masturbation adventures. A couple of times a week in the summertime when it was warm, I would wear a rain jacket That came down to my mid-thigh with absolutely nothing underneath. I was hidden underneath the light rain jacket. I was so aroused by being completely naked underneath it. It turned me on so much! When I delivered my papers, I would just unzip the front of the jacket and masturbate as I was walking down the halls to deliver my papers. It was incredibly hot and sexy to me! I remember also trying out wearing a long tank top and no pants at all. I always was carrying papers, and on those masturbating adventure days, I carried extra papers so that once I was done delivering papers I still had a few of them in my hands to cover up with if needed. Over the next 3 years in the 50 or 60 times I played my masturbation game, I was only close to getting caught once. 

One day when somebody opened their door to pick up their paper, they stepped out into the hall and said good morning to me! When I heard the door, I had already covered up my naked butt with the papers that I was carrying. I was 15 feet down the hall as well.  I played it cool, looked back over my shoulder, and responded to the lady “Good morning to you too ma'am”. That particular day I was wearing a long  tank top but was completely naked from the waist down. 😵‍💫😜 

On those tank top only days my freely bobbing erection and naked butt gave me a wonderful sense of arousal! That day, when I heard the door, I quickly and nonchalantly covered my lower half with the papers I was carrying. Once I got out onto the fire escape, I decided to stop playing for the rest of the day. I know the woman didn't think anything about the interaction at all, yet it was a pretty close call.  When I processed the “almost caught” moment on the fire escape stairs at the end of that hall, I was a little turned on, but also there was a part of me that knew that I almost got caught masturbating. I think my  “fear” was probably greater than the excitement at that moment so the next time I met the elevator I put my shorts back on for the rest of the day. It was probably a few weeks before I decided to keep enjoying my game again (since nothing happened as a result of my close call). I reasoned that my plan to cover up with newspapers was clearly a plan that worked.  I had many more horny masturbation adventures stroking my excitement while delivering papers.  

As I look back I find it interesting that in all of the times that I stroked myself while delivering papers, I never had an orgasm until I got back to my own room.  I always finished standing in front of the mirror on my door. 💦💦💦

My friends: It was about this age (15) that I knew that I “loved” my body and hard dick and felt no shame in being that way! At this point, I thankfully still had no input from other people about masturbation at all. I believed that I was probably the only one on earth who loved to masturbate as much as I loved to masturbate! “I'm the horniest kid who has ever lived,” I thought. Again, I felt good about those thoughts.  In the next couple of years of my life, I got input from outside of me about masturbation. In that first couple years of outside input, It was mostly playful bantering input from my male friends, we joked about how good it felt to masturbate (without being too overt about it). One close friend actually named his erection “DerWaldo.’’ He would giggle and laugh and Say that “Der Waldo” needed to be played with as he used masturbation hand signals from his crotch! I remember thinking that I liked his boldness about masturbation. I’m not sure I ever said anything back except that I would laugh and say “it’s fun!”

The longer I have masturbated throughout my life, the more transparently honest I was with myself about how I loved my erection, and the freer I got in experiencing the wonders of arousal and orgasm! From the very beginning, I thought my erection was beautiful and sexy. My feeling about my hard cock has never changed throughout my entire life. Even today as I masturbate while writing this stuff, I am looking down at pre-cum oozing out hard cock as I stroke it. “Thank you God, thank you God, thank you God, thank you God!” It is so sexy to me.