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around 10 saw an upskirt on the bus. my cock got erect. wanked in the woods on the way home mmmm
I humped my mattress starting around age 6, but I didn't begin ejaculating until around age 10.
The first time I found a sticky white puddle on my mattress, I thought I broke my cock. But I didn't tell anyone.
Oddly, it wasn't until about age 14 that I started jacking off the traditional way. I loved watching cum shoot out of my cock that way.
The first time I found a sticky white puddle on my mattress, I thought I broke my cock. But I didn't tell anyone.
Oddly, it wasn't until about age 14 that I started jacking off the traditional way. I loved watching cum shoot out of my cock that way.
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Started to jerk at 10 years old. Never cummed until 12 when my cousin and I were fooling around and she rubbed my cock with a back vibrator that was in her parents room. Will never forget the feeling and that tingling down there. We were both surprised when I gushed cum everywhere.
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When me and my cousin were in the bath together.
He showed me how to wank off.
We wanked each other off with soap as lube.
He showed me how to wank off.
We wanked each other off with soap as lube.
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Started when I was 9 found some porn mags in some woods. Wanked ever since . Still love going out to woods empty buildings and wanking over dirty mags mmmmm.
think i was about 11. i remember my technique wasn't greta and didn't have a clue what was happening when my cock exploded. needless to say, i did not stop there and have been a lifelong wanker and loved every bit of it!
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think we all started playing at around 11 Was introduced to the act of masturbation by an older boy who made it more pleasurable Loved it then even more now
At age 13 got jacked off by another guy. Been beating my meat ever since. I remember him stroking on my cock and the pleasure it brought. I remember after him stroking my cock and when I shot my nut I thought my ass was going to explode. I shot all over myself, may have been the best nut I ever had.
At age 14, i was in the shower after i came home from school and all i could think about was my hot Spanish teacher that day who was wearing a tight dress with black sheer tights on and a pair of high heels! I shut me eyes and just thought of her that day and i could feel my cock growing in size, i didn't know what was happening id never had my cock do that before. Then i just got the urge to touch it and give it a wobble which gave me the best feeling id ever had at the time. I then started to rub it up and down which made it feel even better, my cock was all soapy at this point so it was all sloppy and it was feeling amazing, after about 2 mins i started cumming buckets and i didn't know what to do so i just caught it in my hands and started stroking again as for some reason i thought it was some kind of natural lube!?! Then i continued stroking again and after another 3/4 mins i came again but this time i realised that that was the end point, so i cleaned up my cock and felt like a right twat using my cum as lube. However still to this day that was my best wank ever and i still wank to that same teacher now and im sure i will continue in the future!
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I remember at a young age, under ten having my cock between my body and the floor and having what I now know was a dry orgasm. I recall my first ejaculation. I'd seen a school friend snogging with a girl and when I got home I found I was hard. I played with myself and cum emerged. I was surprised but guessed what it was. I've never stopped wanking to this day
My first orgasm was spontaneously into my underwear age 12-ish after I had become erect - came as a surprise and felt good but I had a good idea about what had happened. Bit of a mess... Started actively masturbating straight afterwards as I wanted that feeling again.
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My first memories of masturbation go back to infant school days - so I was probably about six years old. A a young lad, I was into playing on the climbing bars in the school playground at break time. Here I discovered that shinning up the pole made my little penis stiffen. I hadn't noticed that before! Repeatedly simulating the shinning action was really nice, so I kept doing it.... rubbing my cock against the pole. Sure enough, after a short while this wave of pleasure, starting from my rigid penis, flushed out through me!
I had no idea what it was at at the time, but looking back I can recognise it as my first orgasm. It was dry - there was no ejaculation - but nevertheless I had masturbated myself to completion. And I loved it! I remember that my cock was a bit tender for a while afterwards, but by the next breaktime I was ready to go again - so I guess I was already forming the habit. I don't know if anyone else realised what was happening - certainly no-one ever said anything about it - but it must have been obvious to any adult that saw me that here was this lad humping away on the climbing bars, up in the air in full view of everyone else! Completely oblivious to everything and totally focused on getting off - although I had no concept of what that was. It became a daily ritual...
I don't remember when I discovered that I could masturbate without the climbing bars... but on reflection, I must have found that I could get off by humping my pillow in bed. I don't recall any fantasies at the time (they came later!), just the desire to get that feeling and satisfaction.
By the time I got to junior school (aged 7) there were no climbing bars in the playground so that probably was a trigger to my next experience... masturbating by hand. It came via an older boy who lived on the same street. Back in those days (where I lived anyway) kids were allowed a lot more freedom to play outside the home than is the case these days. We would play football or cricket after school or roam the woods nearby. I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I ended up with this older boy by ourselves in the woods. He needed a pee so he unzipped his trousers and fished out his dick.. and I must have stood staring. He wasn't bashful (in fact embarrassment of any kind at any stage didn't come into it at all - more just a a discovering of developing young male bodies) and he let me look. I was amazed at how big his penis was. It was thick, long with a big knob-end and mushroom glans. He was circumcised, and it looked massive compared to my little thing with its flappy foreskin covering. And he had a hairy bush and balls - which I didn't. Anyway, he must have seen my interest, so when I got mine out he asked for a look.
He told me his was like mine when he was my age, so don't worry - mine would get like his in a few years. Wow, I couldn't wait! Then he asked me if I knew about wanking. I had heard kids being called a 'wanker' but didn't know what it meant, just that it was derogatory. So I said, 'No, tell me...'
He started to rub his cock up and down slowly and it began to stiffen. I was transfixed. I knew he was getting a stiffy but I couldn't believe how big he was getting. He said if you rubbed it and played with it you would get a hard-on. I told him I already knew that - I could already get one. And if I humped my pillow it felt really good. He smiled and said that was wanking - but you could do it with your hand, too. By now he was fully erect and pumping his cock, pushing it forwards and back as he masturbated in front of me. His left hand cupped his balls while his right flew up and down his shaft. I could see something glisten at the end of his cock which he spread over his knob. Then he murmured 'Watch this' and with a grunt, and making me jump, he shot out a sticky white stream of creamy spunk which splashed over my socks and shoes and onto the earth. More spurting followed then he slowed and his cum dribbled on to his fingers as he milked out the last drops. He said proudly that it was spunk - and that was wanking.
From then on nothing could hold me back. I wanked off every day I could - I was still dry but loved the sensation. Then came the joys of ejaculation - but that's another story! I've masturbated whenever I can all through married life and still do most days!! Long gone are the days when I could shoot my spunk over my chest and face, but a reasonable spurt and a good load still feels great! LOL
I had no idea what it was at at the time, but looking back I can recognise it as my first orgasm. It was dry - there was no ejaculation - but nevertheless I had masturbated myself to completion. And I loved it! I remember that my cock was a bit tender for a while afterwards, but by the next breaktime I was ready to go again - so I guess I was already forming the habit. I don't know if anyone else realised what was happening - certainly no-one ever said anything about it - but it must have been obvious to any adult that saw me that here was this lad humping away on the climbing bars, up in the air in full view of everyone else! Completely oblivious to everything and totally focused on getting off - although I had no concept of what that was. It became a daily ritual...
I don't remember when I discovered that I could masturbate without the climbing bars... but on reflection, I must have found that I could get off by humping my pillow in bed. I don't recall any fantasies at the time (they came later!), just the desire to get that feeling and satisfaction.
By the time I got to junior school (aged 7) there were no climbing bars in the playground so that probably was a trigger to my next experience... masturbating by hand. It came via an older boy who lived on the same street. Back in those days (where I lived anyway) kids were allowed a lot more freedom to play outside the home than is the case these days. We would play football or cricket after school or roam the woods nearby. I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I ended up with this older boy by ourselves in the woods. He needed a pee so he unzipped his trousers and fished out his dick.. and I must have stood staring. He wasn't bashful (in fact embarrassment of any kind at any stage didn't come into it at all - more just a a discovering of developing young male bodies) and he let me look. I was amazed at how big his penis was. It was thick, long with a big knob-end and mushroom glans. He was circumcised, and it looked massive compared to my little thing with its flappy foreskin covering. And he had a hairy bush and balls - which I didn't. Anyway, he must have seen my interest, so when I got mine out he asked for a look.
He told me his was like mine when he was my age, so don't worry - mine would get like his in a few years. Wow, I couldn't wait! Then he asked me if I knew about wanking. I had heard kids being called a 'wanker' but didn't know what it meant, just that it was derogatory. So I said, 'No, tell me...'
He started to rub his cock up and down slowly and it began to stiffen. I was transfixed. I knew he was getting a stiffy but I couldn't believe how big he was getting. He said if you rubbed it and played with it you would get a hard-on. I told him I already knew that - I could already get one. And if I humped my pillow it felt really good. He smiled and said that was wanking - but you could do it with your hand, too. By now he was fully erect and pumping his cock, pushing it forwards and back as he masturbated in front of me. His left hand cupped his balls while his right flew up and down his shaft. I could see something glisten at the end of his cock which he spread over his knob. Then he murmured 'Watch this' and with a grunt, and making me jump, he shot out a sticky white stream of creamy spunk which splashed over my socks and shoes and onto the earth. More spurting followed then he slowed and his cum dribbled on to his fingers as he milked out the last drops. He said proudly that it was spunk - and that was wanking.
From then on nothing could hold me back. I wanked off every day I could - I was still dry but loved the sensation. Then came the joys of ejaculation - but that's another story! I've masturbated whenever I can all through married life and still do most days!! Long gone are the days when I could shoot my spunk over my chest and face, but a reasonable spurt and a good load still feels great! LOL
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My first memories of masturbation go back to infant school days - so I was probably about six years old. A a young lad, I was into playing on the climbing bars in the school playground at break time. Here I discovered that shinning up the pole made my little penis stiffen. I hadn't noticed that before! Repeatedly simulating the shinning action was really nice, so I kept doing it.... rubbing my cock against the pole. Sure enough, after a short while this wave of pleasure, starting from my rigid penis, flushed out through me!
I had no idea what it was at at the time, but looking back I can recognise it as my first orgasm. It was dry - there was no ejaculation - but nevertheless I had masturbated myself to completion. And I loved it! I remember that my cock was a bit tender for a while afterwards, but by the next breaktime I was ready to go again - so I guess I was already forming the habit. I don't know if anyone else realised what was happening - certainly no-one ever said anything about it - but it must have been obvious to any adult that saw me that here was this lad humping away on the climbing bars, up in the air in full view of everyone else! Completely oblivious to everything and totally focused on getting off - although I had no concept of what that was. It became a daily ritual...
I don't remember when I discovered that I could masturbate without the climbing bars... but on reflection, I must have found that I could get off by humping my pillow in bed. I don't recall any fantasies at the time (they came later!), just the desire to get that feeling and satisfaction.
By the time I got to junior school (aged 7) there were no climbing bars in the playground so that probably was a trigger to my next experience... masturbating by hand. It came via an older boy who lived on the same street. Back in those days (where I lived anyway) kids were allowed a lot more freedom to play outside the home than is the case these days. We would play football or cricket after school or roam the woods nearby. I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I ended up with this older boy by ourselves in the woods. He needed a pee so he unzipped his trousers and fished out his dick.. and I must have stood staring. He wasn't bashful (in fact embarrassment of any kind at any stage didn't come into it at all - more just a a discovering of developing young male bodies) and he let me look. I was amazed at how big his penis was. It was thick, long with a big knob-end and mushroom glans. He was circumcised, and it looked massive compared to my little thing with its flappy foreskin covering. And he had a hairy bush and balls - which I didn't. Anyway, he must have seen my interest, so when I got mine out he asked for a look.
He told me his was like mine when he was my age, so don't worry - mine would get like his in a few years. Wow, I couldn't wait! Then he asked me if I knew about wanking. I had heard kids being called a 'wanker' but didn't know what it meant, just that it was derogatory. So I said, 'No, tell me...'
He started to rub his cock up and down slowly and it began to stiffen. I was transfixed. I knew he was getting a stiffy but I couldn't believe how big he was getting. He said if you rubbed it and played with it you would get a hard-on. I told him I already knew that - I could already get one. And if I humped my pillow it felt really good. He smiled and said that was wanking - but you could do it with your hand, too. By now he was fully erect and pumping his cock, pushing it forwards and back as he masturbated in front of me. His left hand cupped his balls while his right flew up and down his shaft. I could see something glisten at the end of his cock which he spread over his knob. Then he murmured 'Watch this' and with a grunt, and making me jump, he shot out a sticky white stream of creamy spunk which splashed over my socks and shoes and onto the earth. More spurting followed then he slowed and his cum dribbled on to his fingers as he milked out the last drops. He said proudly that it was spunk - and that was wanking.
From then on nothing could hold me back. I wanked off every day I could - I was still dry but loved the sensation. Then came the joys of ejaculation - but that's another story! I've masturbated whenever I can all through married life and still do most days!! Long gone are the days when I could shoot my spunk over my chest and face, but a reasonable spurt and a good load still feels great! LOL
My first memories of masturbation go back to infant school days - so I was probably about six years old. A a young lad, I was into playing on the climbing bars in the school playground at break time. Here I discovered that shinning up the pole made my little penis stiffen. I hadn't noticed that before! Repeatedly simulating the shinning action was really nice, so I kept doing it.... rubbing my cock against the pole. Sure enough, after a short while this wave of pleasure, starting from my rigid penis, flushed out through me!
I had no idea what it was at at the time, but looking back I can recognise it as my first orgasm. It was dry - there was no ejaculation - but nevertheless I had masturbated myself to completion. And I loved it! I remember that my cock was a bit tender for a while afterwards, but by the next breaktime I was ready to go again - so I guess I was already forming the habit. I don't know if anyone else realised what was happening - certainly no-one ever said anything about it - but it must have been obvious to any adult that saw me that here was this lad humping away on the climbing bars, up in the air in full view of everyone else! Completely oblivious to everything and totally focused on getting off - although I had no concept of what that was. It became a daily ritual...
I don't remember when I discovered that I could masturbate without the climbing bars... but on reflection, I must have found that I could get off by humping my pillow in bed. I don't recall any fantasies at the time (they came later!), just the desire to get that feeling and satisfaction.
By the time I got to junior school (aged 7) there were no climbing bars in the playground so that probably was a trigger to my next experience... masturbating by hand. It came via an older boy who lived on the same street. Back in those days (where I lived anyway) kids were allowed a lot more freedom to play outside the home than is the case these days. We would play football or cricket after school or roam the woods nearby. I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I ended up with this older boy by ourselves in the woods. He needed a pee so he unzipped his trousers and fished out his dick.. and I must have stood staring. He wasn't bashful (in fact embarrassment of any kind at any stage didn't come into it at all - more just a a discovering of developing young male bodies) and he let me look. I was amazed at how big his penis was. It was thick, long with a big knob-end and mushroom glans. He was circumcised, and it looked massive compared to my little thing with its flappy foreskin covering. And he had a hairy bush and balls - which I didn't. Anyway, he must have seen my interest, so when I got mine out he asked for a look.
He told me his was like mine when he was my age, so don't worry - mine would get like his in a few years. Wow, I couldn't wait! Then he asked me if I knew about wanking. I had heard kids being called a 'wanker' but didn't know what it meant, just that it was derogatory. So I said, 'No, tell me...'
He started to rub his cock up and down slowly and it began to stiffen. I was transfixed. I knew he was getting a stiffy but I couldn't believe how big he was getting. He said if you rubbed it and played with it you would get a hard-on. I told him I already knew that - I could already get one. And if I humped my pillow it felt really good. He smiled and said that was wanking - but you could do it with your hand, too. By now he was fully erect and pumping his cock, pushing it forwards and back as he masturbated in front of me. His left hand cupped his balls while his right flew up and down his shaft. I could see something glisten at the end of his cock which he spread over his knob. Then he murmured 'Watch this' and with a grunt, and making me jump, he shot out a sticky white stream of creamy spunk which splashed over my socks and shoes and onto the earth. More spurting followed then he slowed and his cum dribbled on to his fingers as he milked out the last drops. He said proudly that it was spunk - and that was wanking.
From then on nothing could hold me back. I wanked off every day I could - I was still dry but loved the sensation. Then came the joys of ejaculation - but that's another story! I've masturbated whenever I can all through married life and still do most days!! Long gone are the days when I could shoot my spunk over my chest and face, but a reasonable spurt and a good load still feels great! LOL
What a really nice read, i have to say very nice indeed
I think I started masturbating after having a mutual JO with a friend. Sounds odd, but seems about right in my hazy recollection.