[QUOTE=archetypal fool]
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Oh man. I'll share my experience just because I think it's funny. I think I was around 8 or 9 when I first really paid attention to what was going on in my pants every so often, and...I'm not even kidding...I thought it was a super-power I had acquired somehow, and that I was the only one with the gift. Of course, I kept it a secret...Didn't want the word to get out about my super-power. I imagined myself running around dressed like Superman (my hero at the time), getting in some trouble where my arms were tied up behind my back, and I would surprise everyone with Junior reaching out and knocking out the bad guys (at the time I didn't know there was a limit to the growth...I thought I would be able to train and make it longer...Haaaaaahaha...If only  )
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This is so hilarious because before I was serioulsy taking matters to hand, I used to reckon I would be the next great armless ninja.
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Soon after, to my satisfaction, I figured out how to "control the power". I then completely forgot about knocking out criminals. I acquired other inspirations...
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Currently drowning in hormones I have still yet to figure out the "cotrol" For example being from a boys school in uk the whole co-ed mix is still pretty new and the potential here is staggering. Girls here seem to be very "huggy" with each other, which is I find is kind of bit arousing in itself..but the bad part of getting a good quick hug from a girl is that directly afterward I am forced to walk with my hands in my pockets or shielding myself with a book thereafter. I mean is it better to get a rise sometimes when you don't need them, than to not be able to get one when you need it?? It's like it has a mind of its own, betraying you at the worst possible moments. I could hug a tree and get wood..it just doesn't take that much lately. Which leads me to wonder:
How much is too much masturbation? Is it when you have to actually ask?
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when I discovered the internet. Things have never been the same.
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I can't tell how many times an innocent search on google pertaining to some school assignment has been thwarted by porn and incomplete homework. But a good way to pass an otherwise stagnant saturday night.