the back massager- a tale of young discovery

For the purposes of this story, my name will be Qwick. Any other names used in this story have been altered to protect the true identity of the person involved.

To set the stage, the year is 2006. I was much younger at the time. Also, at this age, I had not had any form of sex education whatsoever, keep in mind it was not so long ago that the world, especially private Christian schools like the one I attended at the time, looked down on exposing young ones to information about their bodies, especially their reproductive functions. Just the thought of mentioning penis and vagina at this age would have been considered taboo.

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I was staying home from school because I was “sick”. You see, I was never considered to be part of the cool kids group growing up. Because of this I would constantly be harassed at school for everything I did, this included playing pretend during recess, being a picky eater, even using a sit-down type bathroom stall to go pee. I was very short Asian as well, so people could pretty much have their way with me, and I couldn’t do anything to fight back. Needless to say, I took every opportunity to get out of school that I could, even if I needed to fake being sick.

Staying at home was great, no one to tease me, I could watch cartoons all day, play with my toys, and I got to go to my grandparent’s house to be taken care of. On this particular day, I think I was out of school for a sore stomach, because of this my grandma had left the house to get ingredients to make soup so I was left in the house unattended. I was sitting on the couch watching Chanel 32, for us this was nickelodoen. I was preparing to watch another cartoon when I noticed a strange devise on the lounge chair next to me. I looked at the box sitting next to it and realized it was a back massager.

I had used massage devises previously, not because I was in any pain or anything- I was far too young for that, but during our visits to electronic stores with sample furniture like massage chairs. Those made me feel super good, I felt super relaxed while using them. Keeping this in mind I decided that this massager should do the same thing.

To describe the back massager, it was grey-blue and white and had a curved handle with a cord you plug into the wall. The part that massaged you was the head, it had two balls that vibrated when turned on. The massager had two settings, slow speed and fast speed. The devise was quite large and heavy, it was about the size of my entire thigh and I couldn’t lift it with one arm.

Turning on the machine I decided to use it on my back, I was holding it with both my arms over the top of my head like I was holding a sword. Although the vibrations felt comfortable the position of my arms was very tiring and prevented me from doing this for a long period of time. I tried several other positions to no avail.

Feeling disheartened I rested the devise on my thigh. This gave me the idea to use the massager on my legs. This was easier since my arms weren’t bent in a funny position. I enjoyed the sensation of the vibrations running up and down the mussels behind my calf.

After about 20 minutes of using the massager, I was starting to get bored, like all people my age do. Then I had a funny thought… What if I used the massager to give myself a “dick massage”? I laughed at the ridiculousness of the thought. At my age, I had never heard of masturbation and had never even tried touching myself before. I was completely innocent.

I placed the massager with one ball over the top of the base of my penis, the other ball was vibrating my left thigh. My short pants and cotton underwear were between me and the devise. I flipped the switch to low speed on the devise. A jolt of energy shot through my body. The vibrations of the devise caused my dick to shake around in my pants, the vibrations going through my thighs transferred into my little balls. I couldn’t believe that it felt good! I felt my face get hot. I continued the massage for five minutes. I didn’t know what it was, but something felt like it was building inside of me, a warm feeling in my stomach. “Do I need to pee?” I thought to myself. I disregarded the urge and kept watching T.V. After 20 more minutes the massager was getting pretty warm, probably from the motor constantly running. I kept feeling the urge to pee but disregarded it every time. I decided that I had enough when I reached for the off button, the thing was, I made a mistake and flipped the devise into “fast mode”.

Bam! There was a flash. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. All I could hear was the pulsating sound of the massagers motor and a high pitch ringing in my ears. It felt like I was releasing a long pee. My eyes shuttered, my toes curled, and my back arched forward. I was trying to scream but nothing was coming out. My hips bucked my crotch against the machine. My penis felt like electricity, my pelvic muscles moving my dick up and down. I couldn’t stop, my legs felt week. I yanked the machine away. “OH MY GOD!!!” I had thought to myself, had I just broken something? How was I going to explain this to my parents? Then I felt something wet in my underwear. “I must be bleeding!” I rushed to the bathroom to see what was happening. I pulled down my shorts and underwear expecting to see red. To my surprise, there was nothing but a little dampness on the crotch. I felt it, it wasn’t pee because it was not yellow and it had a funny smell, almost sweet like almonds. My young penis was standing straight up, it was very sensitive on the gland. I tried peeing but nothing would come out. Tears started to form in my eyes, I was so scared. After standing at the bowl for five minutes, a trickle of clear pee finely started to come out. I was so relieved. I vowed never to do that again.

I couldn’t stop thinking about my experience that day. I stayed up late that night trying to figure out what exactly happened. Keep in mind that in 2006, not everyone had a smart phone to look up the questions of the universe. As scary as it was not to be able to make pee afterwards, I kept replaying the electric feeling in my mind. I decided to name the feeling “the legitimate feeling”. I am still not sure why I picked that name, perhaps it is because I associated the word “legitimate” with complexity, at this age most of my vocabulary was made up of words from English class spelling tests. The word “legitimate” was one of the more complex words we had to learn, hence its association with complexity.

The next day in class, I still couldn’t shake the memory. I needed to feel it again. So that day when I went back to my grandparent’s house, I performed the same ritual. I placed the massager on my hip and base of my penis, and I turned it on. This time I knew what the peeing feeling meant, I basked in the ecstasy of the moment, then when the feeling got very great, I turned the massager on to full and vibrated the clear juice out of my penis and into my underwear. The feeling was incredible, it was “legitimate”. This time however, I decided to rest for some time after getting the feeling and let my penis rest before going pee. When I finely worked up the nerve to go, the yellow stream flowed as it normally did. It was from this point that I would look forward to every Wednesday and Thursday to going over to my grandparent’s house to achieve “the legitimate feeling”. I eventually discovered that if I powered through the sensitivity, I could achieve multiple “legitimate feelings”- I now know today that I was experiencing multiple dry orgasms.

I must have had over 200 orgasms using the back massager over the course of the next two months. I believe I actually broke the original massager, but a replacement was quickly purchased. It was not long after that I started to experiment with other ways to give myself the special feeling. One of these experiments involved wrapping my young hairless penis with toilet paper and then urinating into it. I loved the warm feeling that enveloped my hard-little gland.

About one year later, my class had its puberty education chapter in science. I learned that the clear almond-smelling liquid was not pee, but something called Cowper’s fluid, the teacher said that some people call it pre cum. We also learned about semen and ejaculation; we were told that semen would not start coming out of our bodies until we were a little older. The teacher never specifically mentioned anything about orgasms or masturbation, but I was able to put two and two together in my head. The vibrations from the back massager were stimulating my penis the same way a vagina would, this caused the pre cum to come out when it was stimulated enough.

Eventually, I learned how to use the internet to research questions I had but more importantly, I learned how to hide the activity from my family. This is how I discovered the terms “Masturbation”, “Orgasms”, “Cumming” and so forth. I learned that if I rubbed my penis with my hands, I could have an orgasm anywhere I wanted, even without the back massager.

I enjoyed many steamy sessions on my grandparent’s desktop computer with my penis pulled through the fly in my pants, rubbing while looking at naked ladies online and waiting for the special feeling to occur. I was still not ejaculating semen yet, so the clean-up was fairly easy, just some toilet paper to wipe my tip and soap and water for my hands.

This lasted for some time until one morning before summer school, when I was feeling exceptionally horny. I decided to rub my penis between the pads of my two thumbs while I was getting dressed. As I felt the mussels in my dick start to tighten, something amazing happened, something that had never happened before… White-slippery goo came squirting out the tip of my penis…

 

I hope you have found my story enjoyable. Happy strokes,

-Qwick