Masturbation Memories- 12 yrs old
This true story is the first in a series that describes my experiences with masturbation while growing up. The intent of the series is to honestly share the experiences I had so others feel less ashamed or embarrassed by "typical" adolescent thoughts and feelings.
I was 9 years old the first time I remember seeing another male's hard dick. I was staying overnight at my grandmother's house and my cousin John, who was five years older than me, lived with my grandmother. There was only one bathroom; John was taking a bath, and I REALLY had to pee.
Gently knocking on the bathroom door, I asked if I could use the toilet quickly to pee. John quickly replied, "sure thing." As I entered the bathroom, I kept my eyes on the floor to protect John's privacy and avoid any embarrassment. Hearing strange noises coming from the bathtub, curiosity got the better of me and I looked up to see John smiling. His hard 5.5 inch cock was clinched in his left hand with soap bubbles surrounding his shaft. I was surprised that his pubic hair was red like the hair on his head. I'd never thought about that. His cock looked different than mine. It was bigger, surrounded by soft wispy pubic hair, and the head was completely exposed. John was circumcised and I wasn't. Holding his cock firmly, John rubbed the palm of his right hand back and forth over the head of his dick while moaning softly. Seeing me staring at his cock, he told me it felt great and I should try it.
I finished my business in the bathroom and left not saying a word. How could I respond to what I'd seen? While waiting for John to finish his bath, I sat on the floor in his bedroom and noticed a stash of porn magazines under his bed. I quickly glanced at a few of them, taking in all the naked bodies, until I heard the bathroom door open. We never spoke of our bathroom encounter.
I thought about what I'd seen all night and couldn't wait to try it on my own shaft. Upon arriving home the next day, I ran to the bathroom. Throwing off my shirt, shoes, pants and white briefs, I looked excitedly at my pre-pubescent dick. As I lowered my naked body into the warm bath, my small, hard, hairless cock bounced gently. I moaned as I ran the bar of soap up and down my shaft forming bubbles. The soap felt slippery as my fisted hand slid up and down my cock. Pulling my foreskin back with my left hand, I began rubbing my right palm back and forth across the head of my dick. Initially, I jumped as my palm ran across my highly sensitive uncovered dick head. I leaned back in the tub and thrust my small cock upward as I continued rubbing my dick head more quickly. I experimented with different speeds and pressures as I took notice of the new sensations. Eventually, I had to get out of the bath. I was too young to cum and didn't even know that cum would one day flow from such wonderful feelings.
I learned a very important lesson that day. My uncircumcised dick head wasn't used to anything, like underwear, rubbing against it. I had literally rubbed the top of my dick head raw. The head of my dick hurt for about a week. I remember feeling my sore penis throughout the school day, and even though it was uncomfortable, it made me smile remembering John's hard cock and my playtime in the bathtub.
Between 12 and 13 years old, my family went on our annual vacation in the family sedan. In order to get to the rustic place where we were staying in Tennessee, we had to travel several miles over gravel and dirt roads. As our car sped down the unpaved roads, my dick was rubbing against my jeans with the bouncing of the car. My cock began to stiffen, and I could see the outline of my shaft pushing against my jeans. It was somewhat disconcerting given that my sister was sitting in the back seat right next to me. I grabbed a small blanket my mom kept in the car in case she was cold and quickly threw it over my lap. I told everyone I was chilled. I closed my eyes and focused on how sensitive my cock felt and how engorged it was. It was the most solid it had ever been. The more bumps the car encountered in the road, the better it felt. The fabric of my jeans and underwear rubbing against my hard shaft felt like heaven. I began to tremble from the strong, unusual sensation of pressure emanating from my pants. It felt as though the zipper in my jeans was going to pop. I wanted to free my cock from its cage and let it continue to grow. I felt queasy, like something wasn't right with my stomach. Suddenly, I yelled "OH" as cum spewed from my hard dick for the very first time. My underwear became wet as cum flowed from my small tight balls. I took deep breaths and my stomach muscles clinched with each eruption of sperm. I felt the warmth and wetness of my cum in my underwear. I strained my groin muscles trying to push more cum out in order to sustain the magical feeling. I was still trembling when Mom asked if everything was okay. I could only weakly mumble "yeh." Coming back to my senses, I quickly realized what had happened aa smile spread across my face.
Slowly raising up the blank, I noticed a large wet spot on the front of my jeans. I needed to come up with a plan to avoid embarrassment. When we arrived at our lodging, I got out of the car quickly, and yelled that I really had to pee, as I ran for the cabin. I carried my luggage strategically to cover the wet spot on the front of my jeans. Upon entering the bathroom, I quickly stripped my shirt, pants and briefs off and stared at my newly awakened body in the mirror. I was becoming a man... some pubic hair, 4.5-inch hard cock, and underwear wet with cum. I was all smiles knowing I had physically reached manhood. I brought my wet underwear to my nose and breathed in the smell of my ball juice. It was different than anything I had smelled before. I liked the smell and kept breathing it in. Then, I ran my fingers through my cum. I noticed how the cum produced strands when I separated fingers. With some hesitation, I moved my wet fingers to my mouth. Sticking my tongue out, I licked a finger bringing the cum inside my mouth. My cum tasted both sweet and acidic. It stuck together as it slid down my throat. I thought about the sperm swimming inside my body. I loved the taste and continued licking while wondering if I was weird for eating my cum.
It was the best vacation ever, and I spent a lot of time in the bathroom. Playing with my cock and balls had a new purpose and intensity.
Like most teenage boys, I started taking more frequent showers where I would refine my masturbation skills and feed on the juice from my balls. I still love the taste of my cum and have come to appreciate the same from others.
I have a long commuter bus ride to work each day. I sit in the back of the bus on the seats directly over the engine. Periodically, when I feel the vibration of the diesel engine flowing through my dick and balls, my dick gets hard. A couple of times, upon exiting the bus, I've had to look down to make sure there wasn't a wet spot on the front of my dress pants. After checking, I smile remembering the story I've shared.
As noted above, this is a true story. If you enjoyed it or have any comments, please contact me at Trek50@protonmail.com.