I remember when I was about thirteen I was over at my best friend Reuben's house one day, when he suddenly produced a girlie magazine, the first I had ever seen. I was naturally extremely interested and as we looked at the gorgeous girls with their breasts and pussies on every page, I found my little cock straining with its biggest ever hard on. Much as I enjoyed this sensation, I didn't have a clue what to do about it, and my friend Reuben, who was a year older than me, didn't enlighten me as to the pleasures of masturbation.
The need to satisfy my straining cock obviously didn't go away; I knew about sex and the basic concept, and spent evenings locked in my bedroon trying to construct pussies from pillows, cushions and cardboard tubes stuffed with tissue paper, all to no avail.
Then one evening after a bath I was lying on a towel on my Mum's bed and thought to myself, why am I bothering trying to make a pussy? I could use my fingers! So I tried rubbing my (very hard) little cock with my thumb and first finger. Rhythmically, up and down. What a great feeling! I can still remember the feeling of the rough towelling under my naked back as I rubbed away, always listening for the sound of my Mum's feet climbing the stairs to discover me! It seemed to be such a totally natural action, and created a feeling that was new and exciting, but somehow familiar and natural.
Then suddenly the feeling that I was about to wet myself. I stopped for a few minutes then decided that what I was experiencing felt so wonderful and 'meant to be' that I HAD to carry on. So I continued stroking, resolutely carrying on past the point where I thought I would pee all over myself and my Mum's bed. Seconds later that glorious peak, the rush of release and pleasure and a puddle of cum on my young tummy. I'd worked it all out by myself! That was the start of my masturbation life and I've loved every minute of it since!