My Addiction Started That Night

Well since I was 5 I had been in care, so no one really told be what sex or masturbation was, my foster parents wouldn't dare because it was against council rules. So one day I was asking my foster mum (Pam) what swear words meant and I got to wanker, she just told me it meant a man who plays with his Willy.

So I went on believing this.

When I was 11 I started high school and had just moved back in with my dad I heard some year 9 boys talking about how good it was to wank.

I laugh at them and said why would you want to play with your Willy how boring! They laugh at me and told me I'd be doing it in 2 years, well then I was a bit of a squat and said NO WAY!

Well anyway I went on like this for a year. My birthday is in the July and in the October after I learn what they meant!

I live with my grandparents and my dad well my grandparents had some people over to do a meditation so I was alone in the drawing-room (lounge) watching telly.

It was getting cold so I put on a blanket over me I only had my blue cotton PE shorts on so it was freezing.

As every young boy I was fascinated with my willy so I was feeling it under the blanket, I learnt from a leaflet that you were meant to gradually pull your foreskin back so I don't know how but I started pulling it back and forth hoping it would go back more each time. As the night when on I was tired and I was doing this a lot by now I was fully erect at 5.5inches at 12. I went faster not knowing what I was doing and suddenly I got a nice feeling it felt like something was coming up my willy so I went faster forcing it out my arm hurt but I keep going until WOWWW I moan quiet load hoping granddad wouldn't here I felt wet and sticky it was soooo GOOD!

I now knew what the boy tom had meant. I rushed up to bed as it was 10pm and tried doing it again quietly as I shared a room with my dad he told me to shush but I did it AGAIN, and ever since then I have been addicted and even caught by my own granddad!

happy wanking