Mine was pretty simple. One of my motorcycle riding buddies who was about a year older than me (12) ask me if I "beat my meat". I had no clue! He also told me that my mom and dad fucked and I just didn't believe him so he told me to go home and look in my dad's sock drawer and I would find a box of condoms. Well - he was right so after becoming a believer in my buddy I took him up on the "meat beating" thing. He explained all that to me so I went home and gave it a try. I'll never forget my mom knocking on the door after I had been in the bathroom for about 30 minutes. After I got rid of her I was back at it and when I finally came I was in shock - I couldn't get over how good it felt. You can guess the rest of the story - I have never stopped since then!

Sometimes I wonder how many times I have actually taken care of myself over the years and how many gallons have been drained...