Learning to masturbate

My first orgasm was both a surprise and sheer ecstasy. I was 13 years old and had seen the word “orgasm” but didn’t know what was – until I had one and knew it immediately. It was the first time it occurred to me to rib my hard dick, slowly. I almost stopped but decided on the spur of the moment to do it faster and harder, and was off to the races. I remember thinking the orgasm feeling like I was charged with electricity. I also immediately realized I was doing something I had read about but didn’t quite understand up until then. I was masturbating! I was very tired all of a sudden and fell asleep.
I remember it like it was yesterday, 42 years later! And why not, it was the greatest discovery of my life. The next day I made a beeline to the bathroom after I got home from school and had to try it again. I remember that second one as well, because the first was in bed in the dark and the second, the next day, was not, and it was the first time I saw my cum. I masturbated then with the fingertips of both hands. I didn’t go with the one handed grip for months. But even sooner, maybe even within the first couple of weeks, I began sticking first my fingers and then objects like hairbrushes and broomsticks up my ass while I beat off. Back then I would get frequent spontaneous erections, like most teenagers I guess, and never wasted the opportunity if at all possible.
I’ve been madly in love with my cock – and my asshole – ever since, but had a bit of lingering shame about it. It took decades until I learned to edge and in so doing I embraced the shame – the thought of being the pathetic pornhound beatoff enslaved by his dick really gets me off – and I transformed into the proud, passionate masturbator and advocate of masturbation I am today.