This story is total fiction, I don't condone any activities that are illegal and/or harmful where you live. Do not read this story if you are not of legal age to do so where you reside.
I loved babysitting Nolan and Simon, the two cute little boys who lived a few houses down. I had just wrapped up middle school, and was looking ahead nervously to starting ninth grade in the fall. Still, it was summer for now, and I wanted to enjoy every last moment. I guess Carla, the boys' mom, felt that my entering high school in the fall rendered me old enough (and responsible enough?) to babysit her two boys. She was a single mom, and hadn't been out for a bit of fun in a long time. Some girlfriends of hers from college called her up, asking her to drinks Thursday night, and she told them she would try to find a sitter. She asked me, and I enthusiastically agreed, looking forward to Thursday evening. I had known Nolan and Simon all of their life, even when their dad was still around. We would play in their yard, or mine, flying kites, racing RC cars, or building with those giant lego type plastic bricks. We had so much fun together, and loved each other like brothers. When I hung up the phone, I thought about all of the cool stuff I would be able to buy with my babysitting money. It also gave me a strange thrill to imagine being in charge of the younger boys, entrusted with caring for them like a parent. Somehow, my excitement had translated into a very stiff erection, so I ripped down my jeans, slung my body into bed, and began to jerk off. It didn't take much more than a bit of free time, and a locked door, for me to decide to masturbate in those days.
I had discovered orgasm almost by accident, in bed one night when I was about ten or eleven. I had enjoyed stroking my little penis for pretty much as long as I could remember, but it was always done absentmindedly, slowly, with no goal in mind. Once the hormones of puberty kicked in, I felt a new urge to stroke, and although I didn't know it yet, to come. My body took the lead and directed me towards that unknown goal, asking me for faster, harder, more slippery strokes. I liked scented lotions, and had a particularly nice lavender one that I loved to put on my arms before bed. It helped me relax and feel sleepy. That night I guess I left a little bit behind in my palm by accident, so when I went to stroke little Alex (I had lovingly nicknamed my tiny cock after myself) before bed, I felt a surge of electricity, and thought "woah!" It burned a little when the lotion got into my tip, but it also felt intensely good. I masturbated (though I didn't know the term yet), and unknowingly got extremely close to orgasm that first night- but I didn't come. I think the burning kept my orgasm at bay. The next morning, I was in the bathroom when I noticed my sisters vaseline container sitting on the counter, and felt curious. I scooped a dollop of that into my palm, double checked that the bathroom door was locked, and laid back on the shaggy floor mat. I was instantly transported straight to heaven. I had an unmistakable urge to spread my legs as wide as they would go, touching my little feet back together in a diamond shape. I really wanted to see what my hand was doing down there, so I quickly rolled up a bath towel and stuck it under my head. Before long I was panting, groaning, and moaning (as quietly as I could, so as not to be discovered by my mom or sisters). Before long I felt my orgasm approaching, without knowing what it was. I leaned into this feeling, without a hint of fear. My orgasm exploded from my tiny little eggs, through my shaft, and up into my lower belly. Every muscle in my body went tight, and I held my breath. I am not sure how many times my penis spasmed, but it was probably around seven or eight. I had just experienced my first, beautiful, dry orgasm.
In retrospect, I was horny as fuck for about twelve years, and this was the first time it ever had a chance to fully release. I had been desperate to see little girls nude for as long as I could remember- not that I ever got to. All of that pent up sexual tension built and built, day by day, for over a decade, until it all came exploding out of me in the bathroom that morning.
Ever since then, I jerked off every single morning when I woke up, as soon as I got home from school, and maybe once or twice just before bed. I was horny as hell, and loved every minute of it. A funny thing happened to me as the months of puberty ticked by; I got a bit older, hairier, more mature, but the stories I jerked off to were about the same kids I had always fantasized about. It seemed that my body was growing, but my sexual appetite never grew up. I never fantasized about fucking either, and when I watched porn, it seemed foreign to me. I liked to imagine a nine or ten year old girl naked, with her legs spread, with me looking. Or a little boy masturbating his tiny cock. Those were the images that seemed to get me off the best, though I had never done anything sexual with another person. Perhaps if I had played sexually with other kids as a child, I would have totally satisfied that need. In any case, fantasizing seemed to do it for me.
This particular jack off session was going very well. I was imagining, as usual, little Simon and Nolan sitting on their couch, naked, with boners in their hands. There were two parts to my fantasy which would soon be proven quite false. In my mind the boys were circumsized, just like me, and though they loved to masturbate, they were too young to come. My body responded to this imagery with a sudden surge of energy; my balls drew close to my body, and my penis seized up, before spraying cum all the way over my head and onto my pillow. The next spurt hit my face, the next my chest, and the final few landed in my sparse little bush. I grabbed the tissues next to my bed, wiped up, and rolled over for a little nap.