It was the last day of eighth grade. I had turned 14 just a few weeks prior to this day and had been masturbating for quite some time. Sometime during my final day in middle school, I found a copy of Flyy Girl (a book written by Omar Tyree). I can't honestly remember what the book was about, but I knew that there were a few scenes in the book that detailed sexual events in the main characters life. I didn't know who the book belonged to, and since it was the last day, I figured I'd just keep it and took it home with me. As soon as I got home, I ran upstairs to the bathroom, book in tow.
I flipped through it until I found one of those steamy pages, stripped down and sat on the toilet. I used my left hand to hold the book and my right to play with myself. I can't exactly remember what my penis looked like then, but I'd assume I had a somewhat full collection of pubic hair and stood at a stiff four inches uncut.
Eventually I got to the end of the scene and dropped the book so I could pay more attention to my favorite appendage. My left hand cupped my young balls and my right began to work my penis in my then favorite masturbating technique, as my foreskin didn't retract fully, I would pull it forward past my head and squeeze my skin in rapid succession.
As I felt that familiar feeling building up, my eyes focused on what my hands were doing. As I gasped for breath, I noticed that I felt a wetness spilling out onto my fingertips. It had finally happened! I had been awaiting this moment since I first heard about it in sex-ed! I wiped myself clean and then walked out of that bathroom...a man.
Needless to say, that summer I explored my body and my new gift every single day. Like many of you, I ended up masturbating five to six times a day, not bothering to clean up until before my parents came home from work. Eventually I began tasting my own cum and exploring anal play that summer as well.
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