A masturbator looks back

On the Yahoo group Chronic Penis Masturbators, a member shares an experience from his dormitory days:

...From then on, I was addicted to the feeling of my hand masturbating my penis.

My brother went to the Air Force academy, so I finally had the room to myself. I'd choose to start about 10 PM, when my parents thought I was asleep. We had some mirror tiles around the house from a renovation project, so one time I put one behind my head, held one in my left hand, flipped my legs over my head, and discovered self-sucking. Just seeing my own cum drip into my open mouth was such a turn-on. I used to tape record the sound of my own jerkoff sessions. [Me too! I discovered early on that the shicka-shicka sound that my hand made as it slid up and down spit-lubed erection was incredibly arousing. -- Ed.]

When I got to college [...] I got this hot looking redheaded preppy boy for a roommate. He had some school duties to perform every morning, and an early class schedule, so in the morning, we’d both go to shower, and after he dressed and left, lock the door, and lie back on the bed, with my knees over the edge. I'd open up my robe, pull my arms out of the sleeves, lay back on my robe, find the tube of Vaseline Intensive Care I'd stashed away, and start to work.

I often closed my eyes so I could picture my favorite fantasy scenes: Rough older guys fucking me in the ass and mouth, jacking me off. A hot university professor I had for English, alone in his office, with me coming in to ask about my grades. Our dorm communal showers.

Read the rest on the CPM message board.