The Massager

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It started at a young age, my self-exploration that is. I was a child that was different from the rest; I was curious about my body and knew many things that kids my age did not. Growing up with 6 older siblings the youngest being 8 years older than me I had heard about almost everything. It all started when my father got a back massager for Christmas one year, little did I know that this massager and me were going to be best friends.

            It all started very innocently using this machine made by god himself, I used it to massage my back my feet and whatever else I saw my parents use it on. As I tell this story keep in mind that I was at the tender age of six, well while using this massager I started to massage my thighs, intrigued by this feeling I moved it even further up. Striking a spot that was so sensitive so ticklish that it was too good to stop. I remember my set up perfectly it was in my parents bedroom since they were my roommates at the time due to the fact that my six other f*****g siblings occupied every other room in my god damn house, I would lay on their bed which was quite exotic actually now that I think about it. It was this huge luxurious bed that had mirrors on the headboard and cabinets where you could store things, the sheets were a very sexual green color and the bed was so comfortable.

            Getting back to my little self-sex session, I would sit up on the bed with my mother’s pillow placed over my lap and with the massager on my penis. While I was massaging I was not watching porn, as I did not have Internet, magazines, or videos, no. I watched cartoons usually rug rats, rocket power, or anything nickelodeon. I would place the massager under the pillow and turn it on to a very light massage because I was still so tender and anything made excitable. I would massage for a matter of minutes slowly hiring the intensity of the vibrations until I felt the urge to pee. I didn’t know what was really going on down there except the fact that these massages felt incredibly good and by body would shake and I needed to pee. Now I realize that I was to young to have an orgasm and that that was my penis telling me to f*****g stop with because I was over stimulating myself.

            Night after night after night I would find myself doing this over and over again for about an hour, it was incredible, miraculous, and it made me feel tingly all over. I became an expert at hiding this from my family now one ever knew I would just lock myself in my parent’s room and no one though anything of it. As I was I don’t like to call it masturbating because that story will come later, but rather getting myself off, I noticed that when I turned the massager on the television would have static lines running across it. Curious as to whether it was only the TV in my parent’s room that would do this I turned on the vibrator ran down stairs and checked the other TV, and sure enough it did. I cared for a second but was to horny to think twice about it, so I kept about my business. One day as we were eating dinner the conversation came up that if anyone else had notice the TV being weird. All of my siblings joined in on this and were saying that yes they were, me knowing what was really going on, I had to join in and avert them from making any assumptions. I was already great at making up lies at this age and I had to come up with one quick not that I really thought they would figure out what was going on, but just so their minds wouldn't have to wonder and they end up putting the pieces to the puzzle together. This wasn't much of a lie but rather the truth I told them that since we got the illegal HBO its been acting weird and the box that was supplying with the great channels was interfering with our actual cable that we pay for. Pretty good I thought they believed it and thought that could actually be a possibility. I felt relieved and hoped they wouldn't try to dig deeper into this problem.

            IT had become and addiction my body needed it on the daily, I needed to feel normal and to feel happy. So I came home from school and went straight to the room, this particular day my closeted lesbian sister Tina had been home and out of her room for once. So as I was they’re feeling totally safe and in a world of euphoria I started to get off. Now I know I said I locked myself in my parents room but the thing is with the simple push of the door the French doors would open right up. So as I was there in a state of mind that was no longer on earth but in a space in a state of such great intimacy with myself came barging in my sister. Startled by her appearance in my own little sex show I quickly turned off the message from the high speed it was on; flushed with fever I didn't know what to do what to think what to say. So I just sat there. She laughed and pointed at me and said I'm going to tell mom. I was petrified and I turned to stone, not know what discipline I would face, not knowing how my parents would handle this perversion with myself. I didn't realize that masturbation was a normal common thing for people to do; I thought that what I was doing was something I had just discovered.

            It was time to face my mom. She didn't come upstairs to yell at me and she didn't yell at me to come downstairs no, she just waited. I like to think that she just waited because she didn't know what to think how to handle this what to say to me and probably because inside somewhere she probably knew this was the most f*****g hilarious yet unbelievable and embarrassing thing she was ever going to have to deal with. Anyways, I went downstairs ready to face whatever was coming my way, I believe that by this time it had already been dark out and around dinner time on a Friday night, I remember because on Friday nights we went out to pizza at this place across the street from my house called cerllies and my brother worked there. I digress, so I was finally in the kitchen, which was the hangout spot of my house, there was my mom and Tina, I looked at my sister with a death stare like b***h you did not tell mom, but she did. My mom said to me Luis what are you f*****g doing. I don’t even know what to say to you, just wait until you dad gets home. Ugh, I hated this s**t because at this age I was terrified of my father for reasons I don't want to get into but I was. I was so scarred as to what was going to happen I would have rather had my mom yell at me take away my Gameboy or my Pokémon cards but no she did nothing. I begged and cried to her to please not tell my father what unspeakable thing I had done. My mom and me didn't end up going to pizza which I guess was my punishment but everyone else met my dad there. So I prayed that my father would come home drunk and not say anything to me and not yell at me.

            Well it was about 9 and they all were home and I was in my parent’s room watching cartoons not wanting to see or talk to anyone. I finally came downstairs because I was "thirsty" I really want, but I just wanted to get whatever was coming to me over with. I passed my dad and said hi he was on the couch watching TV as usual and all he said was hi. He didn't say anything else. Shocked I was, did my mom even tell him or does he just not care, till this day I don't know, I never brought up the incident again. So I went to the kitchen to get my drink and there was my sisters husband Juan who lived with us my nephew Damien and my sister. I avoided eye contact not knowing if they knew. I was a short kid so I had to hop up on the counter to get a cup, as I was in mid hop all I heard was buzz buzz buzz buzz lighter with my 3year old nephew making buzzing noises mocking his father. I turned red and shsshd him so that my dad wouldn't hear because I thought that maybe just maybe he had forgotten and that these noises would remind him. I asked Juan to please stopped so he did but Damien continued not really know what was happening but just enjoying himself mocking his dad. So Juan quitted him down. My dad never confronted me about the issue and I never brought it up, but every now and then till now I bring out my old friend when no one is home.