A comparatively ordinary story, written mainly to reassure myself (and guys like me) of my (and their) normalcy
Two stories I would like to share under the warm blanket of anonymity. Here they go:
My first incident took place when I was fourteen years old. I hadn't yet shown any signs of reaching puberty, since I had never had a wet dream (I'm yet to have it). On idle nights, I used to have fantasies about my teachers (the only ones in my life who looked sexually mature at that time) and I used to get a tingling feeling accompanying my erection (Which I've been having since I was 8/9 years, so it was no big deal). But one night, the excitement became too much to bear. My organ was throbbing as fast as my heart, begging to be touched, itching in the still air. I couldn't stand it anymore-I grabbed it. I squeezed it with all the strength I could muster. The tighter I held it, the greater was the itch. Two more squeezes and I felt something coursing through my urinary tract. I rushed to the bathroom but-too late, I ejaculated. It was the most painful ejaculation I've ever had in my life. I was shocked at what happened. I knew, despite my child-like appearance at that time, that I was no longer a boy from that moment on.
Five years have passed since that day. I've more than caught up with my peers, with a 6ft frame and a permanent stubble. And I've learnt to masturbate in a more comfortable fashion. As of today, more than ten days had passed since I had any sexual urge. I found it surprising since a man is at the peak of his sexual performance at my age. And I didn't force myself to come, as it would be as hopeless as raping myself. Anyhow, I had accompanied my uncle to a rather boring meeting late in the evening. In the state of boredom, my thoughts drifted to something absurdly kinky. That did it-I excused myself, and rushed to the car. There, behind heavily tinted windows, protected further by the darkness of the night and the solitude of the parking lot, I made myself comfortable. Even with my eyes wide open for intruders, I managed to come. It was a novel experience for me for three reasons:
1) I had never ventured into it outside home.
2) My eyes were wide open.
3) I was totally alert for intruders, yet managed to imagine that kinky scene-it wasn't easy.
Funny, don't you think?