In the country you just walk around the other side of the barn to pee. Then i heard a girl cousin say "What's that thing". Man i was in mid stream and had to let it run out and put it back in my pants and she said "No. I want to see your thing. Please let me see your thing". Later she came real close to me and said "Please let me see your thing". i could have been in big trouble because i actually wanted to? I probably ruined her whole life because when we got older she wanted to marry me. She must of dreamed about my thing all those years. But we were way to close and a possibility of having a kid born blind or such i loved her enough that i could not marry her.
I started rubbing myself at a fairly young age. I didn't know why it felt good, but it felt really good. I didn't release a proper load until I was 14. I spent the night at a friend's house one summer night and it was very hot in his house. He was in his bed and I was on the floor next to him. The room was very dark with just a tiny bit of light creeping through the blinds. We were both on top of the covers with a box fan blowing on us, but it was still too hot to sleep. He suggested that the only way for us to get any relief would be by getting completely naked. I agreed and took off the only thing that I was wearing at that point, my underwear. I immediately got hard thinking that my friend was named just a few of feet away me. I started to rub myself then graduated to stroking my cock for the first time. It felt better than anything I had ever experienced before. I wondered if he was watching. Was he stroking his? Did he want to stroke mine? My mind was racing until it happened. An unfamiliar feeling swept over me and I squirted all over my chest and stomach. It was the best feeling ever. I laid there and played with my cum until I fell asleep. I went home the next morning and jerked off again. I've been doing it often since that day. My friend and I never talked about it. I have no idea what he saw, heard or did to himself that night.
I was 14 had heard my friends talking about how great it was at sleepover. But they didn't say exactly what it was. A year later, when I was 14, I heard it mentioned again on TV. Still didn't know what it was but somehow figured out through context it was convincing your body it was having sex to get the "good feeling" you get when having sex. Although I didn't know what that was. Knowing sex for a boy meant putting your penis in and out of a vagina, I reverse engineered the idea that if I made a ring with my fingers and ran them up and down my penis while hard, it would be like going in and out of a hole. My mom had already told me the Victoria's Secret catalog was a good way to see sexy women if I wanted to. So I grabbed the latest catalog. Went upstairs and tried it out to see why people did it. It took a loooong time but felt nothing and my wrist was getting really sore. Just as I was ready to give up, I decided to give it one more minute. That's when I felt the build up. Then boom! huge rushing release I didn't expect. And the semen oozed out of my pee hole, which was an even bigger shock! I totally freaked out not knowing there'd be "evidence" and cleaned myself off as best I could. I was really shaken. Took about a week to try it again but since I knew what to expect it was a lot better. When I came back downstairs, my mom asked, "Have fun?" I said, "Yeah, better than last time." LOL!
LOL! Really??? It's cool. I just think it's interesting because I cannot overstate how freaked out I was over cumming. I wish someone had told me about semen and ejaculation before I did it for the first time. I knew guys shot out sperm. But all my dad and school had taught me was they were these little microscopic tadpole thingies.
First time I ejaculated, I thought I was dying and it's still the scariest thing I've ever experienced and, yeah, no one told me what to expect but, then again, no one probably foresaw that I'd do that when I was 9 and not when I was a teen. The girl I did it in was excited that I shot my baby-making stuff in her and wanted me to do it again; it wasn't that bad the second time but that first time? Whew...
Honestly, it was really because, as I said, "I didn't know there'd be evidence." I was convinced you could still smell it on my hands after I'd washed them like four times in a row.
First time was a friend showed me what to do when we were very young. It was my first mutual masturbation also.