While I'm typing I can again feel the afterglow of the excitement that befell me years ago when The Editor (the initiator of the first site) approached me with the suggestion to write my story for Autoerotic Journeys. This memorable event was, fittingly, also a very erotic one - autoerotic, to be clear.

On a cool and sunny autumn morning, I went to one of my favourite thermal baths, located in a neighbouring village. I usually go there early in the morning as there tend to be fewer people. I prefer some privacy as I am in the habit of using the underwater massage jets not only to treat sore muscles (many of my articles will cover that topic).

So I was absent-mindedly hanging out in front of a massage jet, my trunks halfway down, when suddenly a guy turned up at the neigbouring jet, sticking his erect penis that emerged sideways from his trunks into the water beam, cheekily grinning at me. First, I was shocked, and even more so as I realized that he wore a pair of swimming goggles around his neck - he must have watched me before from under water, without me noticing!

Usually I would reflexively pull up my trunks, as I always take great care that my 'indecent' activities are not discovered. But I hesitated as, at the same time, I found it very exciting to see his aroused member being massaged by the water jet - even though I am not into men at all. Then I realized that I knew him from a tantra training group we both attended years ago. As you might have heard of, in tantra sexuality in all its facets are openly discussed, including masturbation. Relieved, I left my trunks down, and we stood there side by side a little longer, probably with a silly grin on our faces.

But soon we had to end it, as other guests came near. And so we got talking. He had indeed watched my underwater activities before and decided to approach me after he had recognized me. As a sidenote, I am not the exhibitionist type at all (at least not in "real life") and always take great care in keeping my autoerotic activities hidden, but to my surprise, the thought that he had watched me actually makes me horny even now.

After some small talk and warming up old stories, he told me about an idea he had been harbouring for some time. That is, building a website dedicated to masturbation, and suggested me to be the first author to contribute his experiences. I was intrigued, and so everything began....

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