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Not long after that progression, my big brother (13) started going around the house naked when Mom & Dad were out. He kept inviting me to join him but I was a very shy boy and didn't even like being seen in my undies much less naked. I kept saying, "No, thanks," until one day the offer became an order and I was forced to strip for him. He took a close look at the parts of me he'd probably not seen in nine or ten years, front and back, and then told me that, from then on, I had to be naked whenever he told me to. It was about 10% interesting to me (he had a small patch of pubic hair and he was almost always erect, which was interesting to watch bobbing all around as he walked) but about 90% embarrassing for me to have to walk around naked (with no pubic hair, and still tiny and always soft). Then [finally getting to the point], one day he laid down with his huge 3-inch-or-so erection pointing up and told me to jerk it. I had no idea what that meant. So he explained to me how to stroke his little hard-on which I did for all of maybe five to seven strokes before he let me stop (he could tell I was really freaked out and maybe he worried that I might say something to our parents). So I never had to do that to him again, but I did have to keep going naked whenever he told me to.
Soon thereafter, he discovered the girl across the street and I was off the hook. However, by then, the experience of walking around the house doing what I always did but just doing it naked had helped me to overcome my shyness (in front of my brother, anyway) and I found that I actually liked the feeling of being naked. I started taking off my pajamas after Mom tucked me in at night so I could sleep naked. Doing so also made it easier for me to get those tingly feelings from forcing my penis between my legs every night (plus I liked the feeling of the sheets sliding over my naked buns, too!). But my brother had made me hold his penis and move my hand up and down. So, genius that I was, I decided to try that motion. I turned over, face-up, wrapped my hand around my little member and - OOOoooooo I finally got it! So, yeah, I guess it was my big brother, after all, who taught me.
I learned a little more from a friend in England a couple years later but I guess that's a story for another time or forum.
When I was in 6th grade we had an older gentleman come to live with us. He had been boasting about having a third ball, so one day I undid his trousers to check it out - right there in the main room of the house. I discovered that he did, indeed, have what seemed like third ball (it was a cyst). I loved the look and feel of his large sac, and his thick, wrinkly uncut penis.
We had an affectionate relationship. One night we were watching TV, me sitting on the floor between his legs. He started to stroke my body, then released my small stiff dick from my pants and started stroking it. I felt this intense pleasurable pressure building inside me. I told him I felt like I was going to explode. He eased off, and put my toy away, saying he’d finish it later. I was very curious about what that would involve. When I went to bed that night he came to my room to say “goodnight”. He removed the covers, pulled down my pyjama pants and started stroking me again. He would comment about me “going over the hill”. I began to feel the pressure build until my entire body convulsed in a massive orgasmic spasm, after which my knob was so tender, I could hardly bear him touching it. The orgasm was totally dry. There were quite a few more sessions before I started to ejaculate.
From then on I continued to masturbate in an attempt to recreate that incredible sensation. We continued to stroke each other regularly for 3 years.
In later life I often used the memory of our sessions as bate fuel, fantasising about what else we might have done, had I been aware of the possibilities.
I must have been 10-11 when it started getting hard and I remember rolling it in my hands. Eventually, I orgasmed and from then on, I was hooked. I had no idea how many other friends were doing it until one weekend on a camping trip, one of the other boys suggested a circle jerk. There were four of us, and my cock was easily the biggest and a source of amazement. We all kept stroking until everyone had cum. As I look back on it, that might have been when I established being bi, although I never acted on it until later in life.
Since then, I regularly entertain myself.
Yes, I discovered that the shower was my friend! In my room, I would lay on my back and shoot on my belly and chest (and a few times I hit my chin - but I digress...) but then I would grab the paper towels I'd brought in and try to catch the cum before it ran off my sides and onto the bed. I was so paranoid that I'd leave dried cum and someone would know I was masturbating (as if my family had NO idea that 14 year old boys masturbated). But THEN I discovered the shower!
Yes, in the shower I could shoot with wild abandon - on me, on the walls, on the floor (tried to stay off the shower curtain, though - too hard to wipe down). In the shower, it was almost always immediately washed down the drain. Plus what I felt running my soapy hands everywhere - OH yeah! Eventually, I found that washing my hole with a soapy finger felt very nice, too. And I eventually decided that it would be best if I was REALLY clean so I relaxed and let my soapy finger slip inside my boyhole and... OH... Oh, yeah - VERY nice!
So I highly recommend the shower to everyone!
It was a good 50 years before I wanked and sucked a guy again.
Yes, I discovered that the shower was my friend! In my room, I would lay on my back and shoot on my belly and chest (and a few times I hit my chin - but I digress...) but then I would grab the paper towels I'd brought in and try to catch the cum before it ran off my sides and onto the bed. I was so paranoid that I'd leave dried cum and someone would know I was masturbating (as if my family had NO idea that 14 year old boys masturbated). But THEN I discovered the shower!
Yes, in the shower I could shoot with wild abandon - on me, on the walls, on the floor (tried to stay off the shower curtain, though - too hard to wipe down). In the shower, it was almost always immediately washed down the drain. Plus what I felt running my soapy hands everywhere - OH yeah! Eventually, I found that washing my hole with a soapy finger felt very nice, too. And I eventually decided that it would be best if I was REALLY clean so I relaxed and let my soapy finger slip inside my boyhole and... OH... Oh, yeah - VERY nice!
So I highly recommend the shower to everyone!
The shower's now my second most favorite place, after just letting fly at the computer, into anything that's handy; hand, shorts, hankie, paper towel, etc.
At the computer? Use caution, my friend. Hate to see you standing at the GeekSquad counter at Best Buy hearing some barely-pubescent teen saying to you, "Well, um, Sir... uh, well, the thing is we found the problem with your keyboard. It was, uh..... a case of KFFS."
"KFFS?" you ask, raising one eyebrow.
"Uh, yessir. That's, um, Keyboard Fouling by Foreign Substance. We... well, we didn't charge your card yet. Thought you might wanna pay cash for this one."
At the computer? Use caution, my friend. Hate to see you standing at the GeekSquad counter at Best Buy hearing some barely-pubescent teen saying to you, "Well, um, Sir... uh, well, the thing is we found the problem with your keyboard. It was, uh..... a case of KFFS."
"KFFS?" you ask, raising one eyebrow.
"Uh, yessir. That's, um, Keyboard Fouling by Foreign Substance. We... well, we didn't charge your card yet. Thought you might wanna pay cash for this one."
shouldn't be an issue with Geekee Squad nerds. keyboard's on the desk and my cock's under the desk in my hand!!!
I also have learned a lot about self pleasure, from watching solo males stroking themselves and guys giving guys a helping hand.
Paul
I also have learned a lot about self pleasure, from watching solo males stroking themselves and guys giving guys a helping hand.
Paul
He begged me several times to get into the tub with him, but I told him I had to leave, and I would come back later. He told me to wait for a second, and he again lifted his body up out of the tub and was jacking on it with a strange look on his face. He moaned and a small amount of white stuff (later learning it was called cum) started straying out of the head of his cock. He smiled and sunk back into the tub and I left. I must admit, I was mesmerized watching him jack off and cum, and I'm sure the look on my face gave me away.
I hustled home and went upstairs to my room. No one was home, so I stripped my clothes off, and knelt down next to my window so I could hear and see anyone coming into the house. I started playing with myself, which made my dick instantly hard. I had woken up with a hard dick before but never knew why or what to do with it. I found rubbing my hands together with my cock between the palms like trying to start a fire with a stick felt really good! The friction of my cock between the palms of my hands was unbelievable, and I had no idea what to expect next. It wasn't long before I started to cum, and I shot a huge load of cum on the carpet as I collapsed on the floor. I literarily almost passed out! Needless to say, I found a new hobby that day to take up any spare time I had in my life.
I still had no real idea of exactly what jacking off was but I got alone one day and decided to see what he meant about feeling good when he stroked his cock. So I laid on my back and started stroking my cock. I guess I was about 12 and my penis was still only 4 or 5 inches long. It felt nice and then started to feel better and better. I kept at it in intervals and soon felt some slippery precum on the head of my cock and had no idea what it was except it must be the cum i had heard guys speak of and i assumed that must be all there was to fucking and breeding girls was to pump my cock in them making it feel good and ooze some of this clear fluid to make them pregnant.
I kept at it and this good feeling was getting more and more intense to the point where it became scary because I had no idea where I was going with this and thought there may be a chance if I pushed it too far that I might physically hurt my cock or balls somehow. Without at all knowing it.back then, I was edging myself and I liked it. After a while longer I thought somebody might come looking for me so I stopped.
I kept thinking of that nice feeling and soon went to the same place and started doing it again and got braver and braver, edging myself for quite a while and pushed myself closer and closer to an orgasm until I lost control and it seemed like all hell had broken loose. I wasn't sure if I had pissed or had I hurt myself somehow or what the fuck just happened to me but holy fuck it sure felt good. Examining myself I found that I had a mess of that same clear slippery fluid all over my cock and pubic area and surely thought it must be cum and this was how to really fuck and breed girls and why condoms were needed. My cock stayed hard and after a few minutes I started doing it again and came a second time as strong as the first time. I thought I better not push it and stopped for that day but
I was hooked and before long I was jacking off every chance I got and I could cum in 15 seconds and repeat 2 or 3 or even 4 times with only a few minutes in between. Thinking back, what a waste I was for women who need a guy that could stay hard for them and keep cumming over and over..
Sometime later I was with the 4 years older guy who had made the comment about how good stroking felt and thinking he didn't know where it led I wanted to show him what I could do so I jacked off in front of him and ejaculated a few good shots of clear fluid that I thought was cum until he told me that it was supposed to be white. He must have known before and he could have told me the whole but it was tremendously exciting finding it all out on my own. Within a few more months my penis had grown to full size and I was pumping out loads of white cum every chance I got. As a teenager I must have masturbated a half dozen times every day and worried a bit that I might wear something out. Often it was with a schoolmate who was as horny as I was and introduced me to jacking off together and we sucked each other too. We were both bisexual then regularly enjoying our cocks and still wanted girls until I fucked my first girl at a young age 17 and I was hooked on fucking. but I never lost interest in cocks!