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I, like most guys remember the first time I masturbated very clearly. I guess I had better give my definition of masturbation. That's the time you have a bloody good orgasm whilst wanking yourself. Why do I say this. Well for one thing I know as a little kid I used to play with my penis and enjoyed the sensual pleasure that it gave me. I clearly remember sitting at the breakfast table, I must have been about 9 and I was waiting for Mum to serve up breakfast and to pass the time of day I sat fondling myself in my PJs. I got a good slap from Dad and told to leave it alone. Even to this day I recoil from the injustice of that. For one thing Dad never hit me if I was naughty Mum did all that. Instead of feeling proud of me for growing up he let his own guilt feelings out on poor little me. I did not understand at the time why Dads slap was uncalled for but I not I had been hit for doing nothing wrong all I was doing was enjoying my own body.
Well at 13 I was growing up and I remember I had a few hairs growing. I had this friend who was 14 and we would play together. Many times he would take his cock out and showed me how to wank it. He would cum and them with fascination he would play with the cum in his fingers. At his suggestion I would sometime strip off and play with my cock, but to no avail. Most of the time I found David's wanking boring and wanted to get on with other things. I could never see what he got out of it. He also used to go through this ritual of telling me how we were all born in sin because we were the result of our parents having sex. When I look back now I realise what a guild ridden kid David was and what damage had been done to him by whoever but that silly idea in his head.
Then one day I was in the bathroom and I had this great urge to masturbate, it was like being possessed. I lay on the bear floor and started to pull myself in earnest. It was not long before I experienced a feeling that I had never had before. My whole body was on fire I was unsure whether this was pain or pleasure and all the time the strokes on my cock were getting faster, there was no way I could stop. At the point of climax my whole body arched up and I felt like screaming out but I didn't. Then it was all over and I lay there wondering what I had done to myself. There was no cum just orgasm. I looked first at my cock and then at the rest of me. I was like a kid that had just had a drag in his first car and had to stop to see what damage had been done.
I left the bathroom feeling scared, daring not to tell anyone, not even David and pledging that would be the last time I would do such a dangerous thing.
I think it was only a couple of days after that, that this demon that had possessed me in the bathroom visited me again whilst I was in bed. I could not stop myself and pulled like crazy but this time I knew what was happening with all this feeling in my body. I was not as confused as to whether is was pain or pleasure, it was just sheer pleasure.
From=20then on I was a wanker and enjoyed it. I still remember that first orgasm though is was like nothing I have experienced since. I put this down to not knowing what was happening to me.
It took several weeks on regular wanking before shot my first wad. I was at school at the time and most of the boys in my class were about 10 months younger than me. It was the way they allocated classes in those days. I was not aware of any of them wanking like I did and they said they were not interested, looking back at that I wonder.
John was my classmate and he was always fascinated when I got a hardon, he would always feel me, usually by putting his hand in my pocket and feeling through the lining. I remember he had little to be proud of himself as I would return the favour.
About this time I started to wank off in class. So much for my pledge to abandon such activity. I would always do this through the lining of my pocket and John would be enthralled my this. I remember wondering if it left some impression on my face to indicate to the teacher that I had just pulled myself. Knowing what I know now I bet he knew exactly what I was doing, I remember for some reason it was always in English, but then I never liked English.
I have often wondered about Mr Green ever since he was on dining room duty and he walked up and down with the huge erection and not making any effort to conceal it. It was a great talking point with the boys.
Now I don't remember whether it was John's idea or mine. Either he wanted to get hold of my real fleshy cock or I wanted him to. However it started, it was agreed that we would undo the stitching on the pocket of my new pants, I certainly did not want to rip them as that would have meant a thrashing if mother found out. If the stitching game adrift that could be put down to poor manufacture.
Well with the job done John put his hand inside my pocket and stated to fondling my cock and balls. It was great, he was the first person to touch my cock since I had started wanking myself on a regular basis. The feel of that cool hand was much better than my own.
I remember the plan was for John just to get a better feel of my cock whilst in class, but with this new sensation and I wanted him to wank me off good and proper. He was keen at this suggestion but not in class that would have pushed my luck too far and caning was common those days.
The plan was to wait for recess and find a quiet spot were we would not be disturbed by our peers or , heaven forbid, a teacher. I remember we went round the back of this building, I also remember being scared but John insisted we carry out our plan.
He put his hand inside my pocket and grabbing my hard erect cock proceeded to wank me off. It was great having another guy do this to me the sensation was much better than I had thought it could be. Soon the now familiar feeling started to come over me, "Faster, faster John", I groaned, as he obeyed my wishes.
Orgasm was reached but this time I felt all this wet stuff run down my leg. "What's wrong", asked John. "I've cum" was my reply. I don=92t know if it was the look on my face or whether he felt the wet hot cum on his hand. I was excited about this coming of age and John was exited with me. We ran to find our classmates to tell them I could ejaculate. I was a hero, but only after proving the fact so many times by showing them how I did it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.