This story involves the sexual exploration of the adolescent male body. If such subject matter offends either you or your local decency laws, please turn away now. The events and characters in this story are semi-autobiographical, but the names of any people other than myself have been changed to protect the innocent.
Special thanks to Kleiner Gespenst for providing me with helpful feedback on this story. The plan is to write two parallel stories here: one that documents my own personal journey into self-pleasure, and a fictionalized version that supposes what may have happened if another like-minded boy was around at the time to experiment with. Details on the alternate story will be forthcoming, but expect to find it in the Young Friends section when it gets published.
And now with further ado... Enjoy!
- KW ===
ONE BOY'S DISCOVERIES by Kid Werewolf
Everyone has a story about how they popped that first serious boner. That magical moment as a young boy when his little rod got stiff and shot sparks for the very first time, sending shivers down his spine and introducing him to the wondrous world of self-inflicted bliss. I hope you'll enjoy my account of my discovery, and mastery, of this glorious pastime.
PART 1: THE MAGIC WAND
I grew up in a magical time and place - suburban Southern California, late '80s/early '90s. Our family had bounced around several times in my early childhood, eventually landing in the home that I'd live in until adulthood when I finally left for my own fortunes. Our house was spacious without being too big, the weather was mild 10 months out of the year, a $5 allowance could last you all week, and every kid in the neighborhood spoke Nintendo fluently.
I was the youngest of my family by a fair margin - my two sisters outranked me by three and eight years, respectively. As a result, even though there were technically five of us living under one roof for a while, my older sister was leaving for college right around the same time I was entering middle school. Up to this point, I'd been forced to share a bedroom with my younger sister, and "share" is a term I use generously - the walls were plastered with posters of various teen idols. Much of my time was spent either on the home computer, playing Nintendo, or shooting hoops in the driveway.
As with all of the other boys at around the start of 5th grade, we were shepherded into the auditorium one day, and a film presentation was shown to us while the girls were shown a separate film in a separate room. The details of that film are scarce in my memory now, but the all-encompassing message of the '70s-era film were pretty clear. It dealt with sex in the same fashion that an engineer might describe the function and form of a drawbridge. Here's what the pieces are, here's what they do. No mention of anything that wasn't directly related to the creation of a baby.
This was the extent of our sexual education. No discussion about orgasm, nothing really about ejaculation, and certainly nothing about masturbation. Either the people who made the film assumed that kids our age already knew or were on the cusp of figuring it out, or were actively trying to avoid the subject. The only gaps that the other kids in class could fill in dealt mainly with slang terms like "cock" and "balls", but no instructions on what exactly we were supposed to do with them.
So the sex ed film basically went in and out of my brain without hitting much on the way. I was too busy with stuff like video games and plugging my ears when my roommate was playing New Kids on the Block to think much about the appendage between my legs. That would all change during Christmas break, when a curious boy started playing around with his mother's new present.
That's right: my mom got a wand massager for Christmas, under the tree with my sister's makeup mirror and my copy of Tetris. I don't know if either of my sisters put two and two together (my older sister almost certainly could), but I was oblivious. I just thought it was a thing you use to loosen up those muscles in your back - y'know, like it says on the box. But since the Nintendo was in my parents' bedroom as a way to limit my playing time, I ended up alone in the room for a weekend play session, and came across the fateful wand.
Naturally, I turned the thing on, hearing it buzz and watching it vibrate. Lying halfway on the bed with my feet hanging over the edge, with no sinister intent whatsoever, I started pressing the business end against various muscle groups of my still-clothed body. First on the shoulders, then on the upper back, then on the lower back, then on the stomach...
It never made it to my legs. Because the moment I pressed the head of the massager against my crotch, sensations began to bloom from there that I hadn't felt anywhere else. Even through layers of denim and cotton, my adolescent rod was enjoying the friction. Instinctively, my hips began to tilt, pushing my groin harder against the quivering head of the device. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew it felt REALLY good. I can't say for certain, but I'll bet I started gasping in time with the rhythmic thrusts of my pelvis. This magic wand was working its spell on me, and in a matter of minutes I was about to experience the full effect.
There, in my parents' bedroom of all places, using my Mom's vibrator of all things, was when my young balls began to churn. A tightness started to develop at the root of my stiff little penis. My eyes clenched shut, my mouth hung wide, and a new sensation threatened to overtake my body. My glans swelled with a sweet and spicy urge, and a moment later I was gasping from the euphoric ripples of that first preteen orgasm.
I was in a daze for a full minute, barely cognizant enough to turn the massager off and hide it back under the bed where I found it so as to avoid getting caught doing what was pretty obviously something an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be caught doing.
When I read stories on this site, I notice a common thread when a boy discovers orgasm for the first time - the onset of panic as they fear that they may have injured themselves. I was completely the opposite; I knew that what I'd just done was the best thing I'd discovered since Super Mario Bros. 3, and I absolutely had to experience that feeling again the next chance I got. Within weeks, I'd learned the pleasures of having multiple climaxes in quick succession, sometimes reaching my peak after just a minute or so of the massager against my crotch, then only needing to wait about 10 minutes before my crotch was primed and ready for another round.
This little appliance would be my favored method of bringing myself to climax from the night of its discovery all the way through middle school. Because my youthful organs had yet to mature enough to produce anything substantial at the time, I was able to rebound in a matter minutes, and buzz myself to heaven four or five times in the span of an hour if I had the privacy. And thanks to the work and school schedules of.the rest of my family, I had a LOT of privacy! I never even needed to remove any clothes: just press the business end of the vibrator against the crotch of my pants, flip the switch, and in less than two minutes' time I'd be feeling that build-up, creasing my face into adolescent rapture, and enjoying another set of throbbing pulses.
God, I miss having that kind of stamina.
Sadly, the massager broke in 8th grade. I think I'd literally worn it out with all the work I'd given it over the years. Right around this time, I'd also started noticing a wetness at the tip of my cock after the fireworks show was over. Fortunately, by this time I'd learned another technique for how to get the full-body shudder, and you'll find out all about that in Part 2...