This is the story of how I learned to masturbate, thanks to my older cousin
I learned masturbation at about age 12 at the hands of my slightly older cousin, who was about 13. He had come to spend the summer with my family, and since we had always been good friends, I was glad to have him around. We did a lot of exploring together, typical boy things. I had a large bed, and as always when he was there, he slept with me.
A couple of nights into his stay, I woke in the middle of the night to feel his hand inside my boxers, which is how I slept. I didn't know why he was feeling around, but it felt good, so I didn't do anything to stop him, and pretended I was asleep. It reminded me of the feeling I used to get when I was little and climbed on the pole to my swing set, but didn't relate it to the throbbing feeling I used to get when I did it for a while. All I thought at the time was that it felt warm and good. I did notice, though, that after a while, I could feel the bed shaking in a rythmic way. I didn't know what he was doing with his other hand, but it certainly was making movement.
He did that most nights, and I lay there enjoying it each time. But one day I found out what he was doing when I came home from swin practice early and saw him laying on the bed naked, rubbing his penis. He didn't see me since I stayed outside the door and he was facing away from me, so I watched in fascination as he stroked himself until a thin stream of white stuff came out of his penis, and he just held still breathing hard for a minute or so. So that was what he had been doing at night while he held onto my privates inside my boxers!
That night I decided to make it easier for him, and to find out more, so as soon as I crawled into bed I slipped my boxers off so I was laying there naked. My cousin came to bed, and I prenteded to fall asleep quickly, and sure enough, after about 15 minutes I felt his hand in my crotch. When he touched me and realized I had nothing on, he stopped, as though surprised. I whispered, 'Don't stop, it feels good.' With a little hesitation, he kept going, and started playing with my penis. Soon he was jacking me off, and it felt really good. After he did that for 5 or 10 minutes, I felt this great tickling explosion, which reminded me of the feeling I used to get on my swing set, and I had a dry orgasm. I had no idea what it was, but I loved it, and said so to my cousin.
He then rolled back and did himself, and I watched in the near darkness as he masturbated to completion, shooting a thin jet of sperm onto his stomach. He cleaned up with a kleenex that he had at the ready, and we lay back to go to sleep. In the morning we talked about it, and agreed it had been fun, and that we should do it again. So we did, before getting up, and I really enjoyed it.
That night we both slept naked, and of course repeated our performance, which we began doing whenever we had a chance, usually out in the woods in back of the house. We would sometimes do it two or three times together in a day, and got pretty inventive about finding places to get naked. We rubbed on each other sometimes, which I really liked, but didn't do anything else.
That was a great summer, and whenever we got together after that, we'd do it together.