This is a true account, I hope you enjoy it.
I remember my first orgasm like it was just yesterday. I was about 12 years old and had never masturbated. Anyway, my parents weren't home and my brother had his friend over. I decided that I was going to watch some TV in my parent's room so I went in and locked the door. When I realized how much privacy I had, I decided to look through my dad's Playboy.
After spending 20-25 minutes looking at naked women, I was very horny. My hardon was hurting under my underwear. I went to the door to see if they could knock it open and it seemed like they couldn't. So I stripped down stood on the bed looking at myself through the dresser mirror. I began to touch myself and study my penis. I didn't have any pubic hair, so I got a really good look at myself naked. I remember looking at my profile and thinking about how small I am (ha!).
I then laid down and began stroking my hardon. I then began fantasizing about some of the moms I've seen swimming in the public pool. There was just something about older women!
Anyway, I began to rub the tip of my penis from side to side using the palm of my right hand. At first it didn't do much, but after a couple of minutes, it began feeling pretty good. Before I knew it, I was rolling around the bed, rubbing my penis, and just having a really nice time. I remember lifting my hips up and down while I rubbed my penis up and down and side to side while this feeling began to build. I remember stopping because I thought I might end up peeing. It was a very strange and new feeling. I then thought that I was too horny to care, so I continued to play with myself. Within minutes, that same feeling came back and I just kept on rubbing. The feeling became too intense that I had to stop. My penis began to throb and I came all over my chest. I remember feeling soooooo good afterwards. Although I didn't know what I just did, I had masturbated for the first time.
I laid there rubbing that sticky cum all over my chest. This was a truly fantastic discovery. I remembered wondering when I could do it again. And, of course, that opportunity came many times afterwards.