Cumming of Age

Masturbation isn't my favourite form of sex, but this wasn't always the case. I have masturbated from a very early age; even before I could actually produce semen. In those days, of course, I was a virgin. I was introduced to the practice by listening to some of my more mature friends talking about wanking, and eventually actually watching one of them. (Our young hormones ran high in those days, and if one of them had a hard on, he thought nothing of whipping out his cock and giving it a good tug, even in mixed company on some occasions, as there were two girls who sometimes joined our group). Sadly the girls were interested enough in watching, but they were reluctant to share their intimate moments in public.

Anyway, that first time I saw Derek cum in front of Jackie and Carol and me was enough to show me how it was done, and I went off home to experiment in the privacy of my own bedroom. My heart goes out to those girls who write on Solo how they found it difficult to learn the technique of getting themselves off. I remember my first time, being so turned on by the fact that Carol and Jackie had watched Derek masturbate in awed silence, seen him spurt his cum all over the grass (and, I suspected longed to touch themselves there and then) that I was more than halfway there before I laid a finger on myself! Throughout the short journey home the simple action of walking had caused my cock to rub erotically against my underpants to the point where it was hard and straining to be free. I found that by putting a hand in each trouser pocket, I could stretch my trousers tight across my tummy, pulling my awakened member flat against my belly, which not only made my adolescent erection less obvious to the world in general, but exerted exquisite pressure on my cock, adding a tease to the situation. I could hardly whip it out in the middle of the street and follow Derek's example, which if I'm being honest, is exactly what I felt like doing. If there had been a convenient alleyway I might well have slipped down it and given myself a quick and violent toss, which would have been a pity, as I would have missed out on the exquisite bliss which I experienced when I eventually reached the seclusion of my own bedroom and slowly slipped a hand down to my straining cock, coaxing it to a full and angry-red hardness. From that point, instinct took over and a combination stroking, squeezing action soon began to produce a very agreeable tingling sensation which built from somewhere deep within that I have never really been able to pinpoint. After that, it all became inevitable. The quivering sensation descended into my balls and I instinctively guided my free hand to my sac and began to gently squeeze and pull whilst continuing to vigorously pump my now rock-hard shaft to an exquisite body-rending climax which left me giddy and trembling. I stopped pumping and just gripped the throbbing member straining in my fist, pulsing in time with my thumping heart, heaving in an effort, as I now understand to expel a substance which was yet to be produced by my immature body. I was confused that I had not let loose that load of sticky white goo like Derek, but the powerful internal feelings more than compensated for any worry I might have had. I just knew I would be doing this again..and again! I already knew this would be the first of many times I would surrender myself to this overwhelming wave of bliss. No wonder that website refers to it as beautiful agony.