My First Time
I was five when I saw an older boy, about 14, masturbate. Unlike mine, his penis had a long, thick foreskin covering the head, and when he climaxed the juice shot and dribbled through the slot at the end. My little circumcised prick did not have a foreskin to slide, and I could not imitate him.
When I was 12, Robert, my 13-year old friend, showed me how he stroked his circumcised prick to orgasm using saliva. He spit through the gap between his two front teeth, unerringly directing the jet upon his glans, and stroked away until he shot into his handkerchief. He told me he had to tighten his crotch muscles to allow him to come. After watching him do it several times, I was impelled to try again with myself. One afternoon after school I went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet lid after removing my clothes. However, I did not like the idea of spitting on my cock, so instead I grasped the shaft skin with thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, and jiggled it against the base of the glans. It felt good, and I sat in the bathroom a long time stroking my little hard prick. I had only about three inches at the time.
Gradually, a very pleasant sensation built up in my little dick, a sort of an itch that demanded to be scratched, which I did by continuing to stroke. I was relaxed, not having heeded Robert's advice about contracting my crotch muscles, either. I don't know how long I was at it; fifteen, thirty, or more minutes, but after a while I began to feel strange, with an intense sensation building up in my glans. It felt as if I had to pee, but no urine came. I'd never experienced such an intense and unusual feeling in my little prick before.
This novel sensation totally captured my attention, and my awareness of the world around me faded as I focused all of my attention on my prick. The urge to urinate was also a sharp tickling feeling that impelled me to stroke more and faster as if hypnotized. My entire world was in my prick, which suddenly exploded with sensation.
I really thought I was going to pee all over myself, but that didn't happen. Instead, I saw red flashes in front of my eyes and the muscles in my cock root contracted with the thud-thud-thud of a dry orgasm. My legs quivered, and my consciousness was almost annihilated as I was lost in sensation. I gasped in surprise as spasms wracked my body. My prick suddenly became too sensitive to touch, and my arms dropped to my sides as I rode out the wave of delightful, yet frightening, spasms. Tears came to my eyes because the feelings were so intense and shattering. I felt strange and disoriented because watching Robert and other boys having their orgasms didn't tell me what was going on inside them, what they felt as it happened, and it didn't prepare me at all for the intensity of the sensations. My first climax was so powerful and strange that it frightened me. After a few minutes, I realized that I was still alive, that I could once more touch my prick, and that it was no longer hard. I was afraid I'd hurt myself somehow, but this was mitigated by the knowledge that Robert had done something similar to himself and not only survived, but had enjoyed it.
I did the same thing again next afternoon, with similar results. Again, the urge to pee came upon me, becoming more and more intense as I progressed toward orgasm, then the hot, shattering sensations overwhelmed my consciousness as I shuddered through my orgasm. Again, my little prick siddenly became too sensitive to touch, and I could only sit there dazed, watching it jerk as the throbbing sensations deep inside ruled my body.
After a year or two, as my prick grew, the shaft skin did not have enough slack to permit dry stroking because I'd been circumcised very tightly, and I began experimenting with lubricant. Soap was adequate, but irritated my little prick. Vaseline worked, but was messy to clean up. I also found that if I did not want to be at it all afternoon, I had to squeeze my crotch muscles as Robert did, to bring on orgasm in a reasonable time.