From about the age of 10 I remember waking in the night with a stiffie and some awesome feelings when I would rub against the sheets. Never once did I consider using my hands except to pull myself up on the bed. I never shot off doing that, but the experience lasted a long time.

My first week in eighth grade my industrial arts teacher actually showed me the technique of jacking-off by demonstrating a Yankee automatic drill (one of those semi-automatic tools that screws by pumping the handle). I could believe I wasted those two years when I could have been using my hands all that time!

I shot off that night! I was so excited I remember callling my cousin and telling him. He was a year younger and just as excited and wanted to see. I sneaked out of the house to meet by the barn and gave him a demonstration. He tried it too but didn't shoot off.

He told another cousin at school and she wanted to see. She was a year older than me, but I was getting use to an audience, so the next Saturday I showed her. It felt like being a celebrity. Except after showing her three times I had nothing left. That's when she got bored and I got worried that I had used it all up.

Nothing to worry about. I discovered I had more the next day, and the next, and the day after....