Follow up on my 13th year.
I guess my previous post wasn't very popular because I didn't include a lot of details. Here's some more and kind of the next 6 months history.
I always felt like a late bloomer. I was 1 to 2 years younger than my classmates because I started 1st grade at age 5. So when I started 7th grade and had to start showering together in pe class I was 11 and some of the other boys were 13 and starting to grow hair. Their penises were mostly bigger than mine but not huge and I never saw anyone erect. I never talked about sex or masturbation with anyone. I guess part was being the60's in a small town. Part being very religious. Part being I had no word for the pillow, blanket, fist humping thing I did.
I've already related how I humped fairly often through childhood and how I had my first cum a month or so after I turned 13 in 8th grade. Seems I got horny and started cumming first and over the next 3-4 months my penis grew and I got a little hair besides my penis.
I was still humping my fist every night and morning and after school if I could get alone in the house so I could go to my bed and do it. At first the cum was just a drop. Then a couple drops. Then more. It started staining my white y-front fruit of the looms. My mom mentioned to me that it was normal for a boy to start having wet dreams at my age and not to worry. I have only had a couple wet dreams in my life and that wasn't why I had stains. I wish my dad had talked to me about it and told me about masturbation. I was not going to discuss it with my mom. Mom almost caught me once. Early morning and I was under the covers humping and she opened the door to get me up for school. I sort of rolled over and half sat up like she had woke me up. If she guessed what I was doing she never said.
I tried various things. Tried to get to that point and hold it long enough to raise up, pull my undies down and catch it on some tissue. Mostly I couldn't hold it long enough and came in my undies. By the time I learned how to use my hand in the 10th grade all my briefs had multiple stains. I remember the pe coach making a joke about tobacco stains on my underwire. I'm sure all the other boys must have known but no one ever called me aside and clued me in.
8th grade was tough for a lot of reasons.starting to cum. Being short. Most of my friends moved and it was almost end of the school year before I had a new best friend. Next chapter I tell about that.
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