First Wank Was in the Swimming Pool

Until the mid nineties, when I first hooked up to the Internet, I used to think that the events that led me to first discover masturbation were pretty unique. As in a lot of things about sex, however, I was soon to learn that, contrary to my belief, I was not alone. The title of my story might give the game away and some of you may already have guessed how it was that I came to enjoy my first ever orgasm by masturbation. I have certainly found out, by looking at many web sites and newsgroups over the years, some of which have come and gone and some of which remain, that I was not at all the only one who found swimming pools a source of sexual pleasure.

I was something of a late bloomer sexually because I was 14 when I first learned about masturbation. I had experienced plenty of wet dreams, but I didn't know what they were. I knew they were enjoyable and I didn't have the worries about these that I often see men and boys write about. I don't remember being concerned about them at all. Nor was I particularly curious as far as I can remember. They always happened when I was dreaming about something sexual, of course, which could involve boys or girls. We were rarely naked and I seem to think it usually involved rubbing against one another.

It was in the winter after my 14th birthday the previous September and the location was the St Margaret's swimming baths in Leicester, England. Although I do not now live in Leicester, I was sad to learn that they had recently been pulled down having only been built about 35 years earlier. I was with a friend who was actually a few months younger than me, but obviously more worldly wise. After we had been swimming and generally messing about for a while, he beckoned me over towards the shallow end of the pool. I can remember his words clearly.

'Do you want to get a cheap thrill,' he asked?

'How,' I responded?

'Just lean up against the shallow end wall by one of those pipes and feel the water jet against your dick. It feels great.'

I did as he suggested and it certainly felt very pleasurable indeed.

This friend and I had previously touched on sexual subjects but never in any detail. We had had 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine,' type games and he was curiously keen to do stripteases for me. This occurred when we were as young as 10 and 11 and continued up to being about 12 when they suddenly stopped. He would disappear into the toilet or bathroom and re-emerge naked except that often he wear some kind of sensual attire such as a towel tied in nappy fashion or once, I remember, he found, (goodness knows where from) a piece of green and blue chiffon that he draped around him rather in the manner of belly dancers in a seedy club. Whatever garment he sported, he would eventually loose it and he would let me examine him closely. He would always have an erection but, in those young days, this stuck out from his body horizontally. Even at that age, however, I thought it enormous although I don't suppose it was particularly large. He was more endowed than I certainly - an advantage that he maintained right through adolescence as I was to know - but I don't think he was an exceptional 11 year old in that department. He never suggested that I strip off as well and I never thought about doing so which, on reflection now, seems rather odd.

I would look closely at his scrotum, penis and back passage. I might occasionally touch his penis but we never did anything else sexual. Basically this was because we didn't know that it was possible to do anything else other than look.

I would always get an erection as well of course. I was intrigued because mine used to stand straight up against my abdomen and sometimes it used to get so hard that it hurt. But I didn't know what to do with it and eventually he would get dressed again and our erections would subside and that would be the end of it.

Given this early breaking of the ice, so to speak, it was perhaps no surprise that he should be the one to let on to me about masturbation. It seems he had learned about it a few weeks earlier when he came into his pants by accident. Here we were at the end of this swimming pool enjoying the excitement of the water jets pounding into our penises, which, in my case at least, was now very erect in my trunks. I think if we had just stood there enjoying the mild sensations that would have been it, but my friend suddenly asked me if I had done this at home. I didn't know what he meant since it was obvious that I didn't have a swimming pool at home let alone one that pumped in water at very high pressure at just the right height to accommodate my crotch. I asked him what he was on about. Again I remember well what he said.

'You get the same kind of feeling if you rub it against the bed,' he said, and then warming to his theme, he added, 'if you do it for long enough you get this great feeling and some white sticky stuff comes out of your dick.'

He explained to me that he was rubbing his against the bed and because it felt good he continued and then all at once he got this strange feeling and some sticky stuff came out of his dick into his pants. He seemd more concerned about the fact that he had made a mess in his pants because he was very keen to warn me that, if I tried it, I took off my pants and put an old towel or some tissues under my dick. Apparently that was what he now did.

I suppose I was a reasonably intelligent kid, but you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to put two and two together and relate what he was telling me to these wet dreams that I had been having. Everything was becoming very clear, very quickly.

I probed him further getting more and more excited and he told me everything he knew. It was like I suddenly had someone to put together all the little bits of the jigsaw that I already possessed but didn't know how to put together. I learned so much in those five or ten minutes in St Margaret's swimming baths. The white sticky stuff was sperm that made babies and that was what came out of your dick when you had sexual intercourse. When it came out you got a really amazing feeling. Wanking (that's what he called it) was like having intercourse but you could do it on your own. To wank you had to rub your dick against something. Wet dreams were when it happened in your sleep. He didn't have wet dreams because he did it himself.

He didn't seem to know about wanking by rubbing it up and down with your hand. That I learned about later at school and, interestingly, I was the one who introduced him to that method which he was to use mostly for the rest of the time I knew him until we lost touch.

The conversation made me very excited and I remember feeling for his dick, which was very hard and erect. He laughed, said he'd had enough and was getting out. I don't know whether he came or not but I don't think he did. I remember as he got out of the pool his penis was still very erect and stood out from his body making a tent in his swimming shorts that was obvious for all the people in the baths to see. I stayed by the water jet for a few seconds longer on my own and suddenly a feeling overcame me that I had never experienced before. I remember this as if it were yesterday. I am almost sure that if my weight had not been much reduced by virtue of standing in water I would have collapsed onto the floor there and then. As it was a sensation burst upon me and flowered in such a way that juicy, penetrating and unsurpassed eruptions swept over my loins and then, seemingly, my entire being. I felt my penis twitching and throbbing in my trunks and I felt it spurting out something. I felt, in short, in those few seconds, like I had never felt before, but boy was it exciting. My knees buckled and, involuntarily, I sighed and grunted as my first proper orgasm subsided away at last.

In time, and it took some time, I left the pool to meet up again with my friend in the shower. I noticed he was still half hard whereas my own had gone down to almost normal. I couldn't quite believe what had happened but I knew it was good and I knew that what I had done was to masturbate for the first time. I also knew that this was like those wet dreams only about 100 times better and I think I also knew, even then, that I had found something that was to become my main hobby for the foreseeable future.

As I removed my trunks I found bits of white spongy stuff in them. I learned later that in water semen turns glue like but it was only a few hours later that I saw fresh semen for the first time as I wanked myself into a frenzy on the floor of my bedroom.

I never told my friend what had happened in that swimming pool - not even to this day. I think I thought it was so weird to do it in the swimming baths that I could not possibly let on. Indeed, it took me nearly thirty years, until the advent of this wonderful medium to find out that there are many others who have come off by standing against water jets in swimming pools, jacuzzis or power showers. I have only read of one other who came for the first time by this method but if any others out there did so, or have done so at all, do write in and add your story to this great site.

For the first few weeks my wanking experiences were limited to rubbing against the floor, a pillow or my bed because this was how my friend had described that you did it. Often it took a very long time to get the feeling but that didn't stop me trying at every opportunity. Later I learned new techniques and I have continued regular masturbation ever since. I just love it.

As an epilogue to this tale I should say that in my adolescence I had many mutual masturbation experiences with this same boy - the first about six months after this swimming pool incident and the last about four years later when I was 18. Perhaps I can relate those in another story later on. He is the only male person I ever mutually masturbated with or had any sexual experience with. However, I consider myself bisexual and would love to repeat those early experiences with some like-minded young (but legal) male.