I think of this from time to time. I can't remember anything prior to a time when a school mate brought a copy of Mayfair to school and somehow I ended up with it. I think none of the others wanted to take it home in case their parents found it.

I would just tickle my end while looking at the pictures and enjoyed the itchy feeling. I never thought it was anything more than just scratching an itch. When it came a bit intense I'd leave it off and start again when the intensity subsided.

I guess I was always always going to take it further as I got used to the feeling but one day after school I was tickling away and suddenly my cock just spasmed by itself and I felt I'd lost control as this white stuff came out. Then the reality dawned on me. I'd heard about sperm and put two and two together. I was a bit scared to take it over the top the second time and for a few times because it was like losing control, but when I became used to it, and managed to control it, it became better and better. Every day after school I'd shoot one off over that Mayfair, which was soon added to with a Men Only. So was born a long lived relationship with mags and wanks. I still have those copies now somewhere. Later I used to wank over magazines while waiting for the wife to come into the bedroom for sex and I'd be ready for her, precum already flowing. Then we'd fuck while the mags were open on the bed showing the best pics.

Oh man, first time I wanted to feel my cock, I was staying up all night watching the man show and looking at trish stratus on wwf and Pam Anderson and staying up all night watching blind date. I use to insert my dick in shampoo bottles till it gets soft and started jacking with shampoo and soap and I used lotion and Vaseline as I got older.

I was 14 and at night did sth absolutely pervert for me that days; droppedmy sleepwear off and watched photos of my female classmates, getting very hot then - tight jeans and so on... The obvious next step was looking at these pics in the dim torch light and simulating sex (even if I had very small knowledge HOW ). In my case it was humping which seemed to be an inherent part. After 4th or 5th rub of hard cock to the sheet I was literally blinded by the shock wave of orgasm and huge amount of cum splashed the sheet, torch and photos !!!

My cousin taught me to wank.
Shared a bath together and he wanked and showed me.
Felt so good.

I love sharing and getting off on memories like this. I've been a very sexual person for pretty much as long as I can remember. When you start early, you get hooked on the feeling of naughty secretiveness that is always associated with this type of play. To this day, I think the intense craving I have for sex to feel very naughty -- to be "bad" or "wrong" but too tempting and yummy to resist -- goes back to my love for being naughty in my earliest days.

Putting into words will hardly do it justice but, I remember my first cum like it was yesterday. I was either twelve or thirteen. I knew what cum was by this time as I have wanked often and had dry orgasms more often than I could count.

I have created quite the collection of porn mags over the years not to mention the bras I sneaked from a friends sister.

Not sure what led up to this point, maybe it was the hormones. I remember opening every porn mag I had to the pages that turned me on the most, spreading or propping them up along the floor and bed pulling out every bra I having them all over me and the room. I essentially turn my room into a smut cave.

I laid in the floor as there was no room for all this smut and myself in the bed. Mind you I was hard as a rock from the second I began setting all this up.

I must have jerked of for a half hour or so, thinking maybe today is not the day I will finally cum. Although I knew at the time something was different. I have jerked off plenty of times before. It never took my very long to achieve a dry orgasm. By this time I was thinking I cant stop.

I jerked my cock for maybe another half hour. Having a raging hard on I knew I had to continue untill something happen. Finally after years and years of jerking off and an hour of abusing my cock I finally shot my first load. My body tensed up and noises came out of me that I didnt even know I could make. Cum just shot out like a cannon covering me.

I must have laid there for another hour in just belief. I was exhausted and just enjoying what has just happen. I didnt even feel as I had the energy to clean up the mess, I wasnt eager to either.

From that day on all I wanted to do was jerk off.

Had dry cums for years, playing either in the tub or on my bed prior to sleep, or waking up in the morning. Loved the hard on in my hand, and the intense orgasms I got from the dry rubbing. I could easily experience one after another.

For my first ejaculation, I was in the tub, gently rubbing the backside with my forefinger. All of a sudden, a spray came out, and I felt I had broken it. Droplets floated in the water. I vowed I'd never do that again. I was 11.

I was 14 and knew nothing about sex, it was never spoken of at home. A friend asked me if I ever jerked off and I had to ask what that was. He went on to explain how he would stroke his hard cock up and down until some white stuff came out, and went on to describe how he really enjoyed what we now know as edging.
Anyway, he suggested we camp out in his backyard that night so we could watch each other j/o, possibly for the whole night. Unfortunately we were rained out and ended up sleeping on the floor of their den in the basement after his family went to bed. I woke up the next morning to see him stroking away, which immediately got me hard, and I pulled back my sleeping bag and joined in. That lasted only a few minutes because his sister came downstairs to watch TV.
Well, I knew nothing was going to happen now so I raced home to carry on by myself. I went straight to the bathroom, pulled out my cock and started jackin away. It took about 30 second to blow my very first load, a big one that landed all over my lap and floor. I couldn't believe the waves of pleasure I felt and the sense of relief it brought. Masturbation became a huge part of my life and still is.
Funnily, he and I never spoke of that again.