The Surprise
My first time masturbating was quite a surprise to me. As a child, I had experienced erections and the pleasant sensation that had gone with them. But I had never really attached the experience to anything.
Upon turning 13, however, I noticed a number of changes in my body. The main one was that I began to develop a few stringy hairs on my balls. I knew from gym class that most guys have pubes first sprout just above their penises, then the ball hair comes later. In my case, however, the few hairs on my scrotum were the only ones.
In addition to this change, my balls themselves were starting to swell. My cock, nonetheless, remained boy-sized (at least as far I remember). Also, although there was no hair beneath my arms, moisture and a kind of musky smell sometimes arose there.
It happened one evening that while lying in bed I decided to find out what it was like "to be married". My familiarity with the facts of life, via parents and school sex-ed was better than most guys my age. There was a certain fascination (accompanied by a strange feeling in my stomach), when I read in a sexuality handbook that a man inserted his erect penis into a woman's vagina, afterwhich he made a number of in-and-out movents with increasing frequency, the which resulted in ejaculation.
Therefore, following that information, I quickly slipped off my pajama bottoms, pulled my pillow to my side, then climbed on top. My penis was already stiff and stuck tight against my stomach. My legs wrapped about the pillow. I grasped it tight against my chest (I was rather on the short side -- and so both my chest and my fresh erection were flush against the pillow) and instinctively began to thrust.
The sensation was magnificient! Waves of happiness flooded through me; if this was the mystery of sex, then I had a lot to look forward to! Presently, my arms gripped more tightly about the pillow. My legs too clasped hard, driving my young teen crotch as hard against the pillow as they could.
I quickly removed my pajama top. Now my little body was entirely naked and ecstatic.
Sweat began to pour from my armpits. So too the inner sides of my thighs were moist with persperation. My thrusting grew wilder. I was now pushing as fast as possible! I breathed more and more forcefully. The insane feeling between my legs, the desire to grip and grip as close as I could, commanded all my actions. Soon my movements were so out of my own control that my hips were not just pushing back and forth but also around in circles. Anything to dig my aching penis into the pillow!
Suddenly I sped up like never before. A rapid excitement, much like a whistle becoming more and more shrill, knifed through my genitals. Then, just as this madness reached an almost painfull pitch, I stopped cold. My arms froze; the thrusting halted. I was completely overtaken. And my penis began to pulse: short, pounding throbs. I knew that I was ejaculating. I had read about this in a sex book. But the experience was entirely different than what I had thought.
The contractions of my penis numbered 10 or 11. Once they ended, I waited for a few momements until my breathing slowed to normal. Then, my hand moved down to my crotch met with a gluelike substance. I had indeed done it. And a new world of pleasure was open to me.
Since then, I humped my pillow many a night. With time, I was not as stunned by the orgasm, and my body learned to continue thrusting during ejacution. The orgasm had its own delight. Thus, with so much new open to me, my journey into manhood began.