>>24517948
Here's him describing the first time he ever whacked off -- to an image of St. Sebastian
>The arrows have eaten into the tense, fragrant, youthful flesh and are about to consume his body from within with flames of supreme agony and ecstasy. But there is no flowing blood, nor yet the host of arrows seen in other pictures of Sebastian’s martyrdom. Instead, two lone arrows cast their tranquil and graceful shadows upon the smoothness of his skin, like the shadows of a bough falling upon a marble stairway.
>But all these observations and interpretations came later.
>That day, the instant I looked upon the picture, my entire being trembled with some pagan joy. My blood soared up; my loins swelled as though in wrath. The monstrous part of me that was on the point of bursting awaited my use of it with unprecedented ardor, upbraiding me for my ignorance, panting indignantly.
>My hands, completely unconsciously, began a motion they had never before been taught. I felt a secret, radiant something rise swift-footed to the attack from inside me.
>Suddenly it burst forth, bringing with it a blinding intoxication.