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1962

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The first time I jerked off was 40 years ago this month, August 1962. I remember it like it was yesterday. I guess you always remember your first cum. I was 12, to become 13 in November, and going into the 8th grade. At the beginning of the summer, I knew very little about sex. None of us did in those days, only what little information we could gather and exchange with our best friends. My best friend, Joey, was equally na�ve. In the beginning of the summer, my parents sent me for six weeks to a sleep away summer camp. Although we were Catholic, it was a non-sectarian camp. There was a question on the application, "Would you like your son to receive sex instruction?" Since I was present when my mother filled out the application, I asked her what that was. I think she was surprised because I was already going through puberty, and she thought I would probably know something about it by then. I had some hair down there which I had been growing for a few months, and once asked her about it. (Yes, I had a father, but I would never have asked him such a question.) I remember she was very surprised that I had hair already at age 11 and asked to see it. Up to then, I was open about nudity, even in front of my grandmother and little sister, so I showed her. (In fact, I was in the kitchen at the time, right out in the open where anyone in the house could see.) Her reaction was a very surprised "Already?" Anyway, getting back to my application, my mother asked me where I thought babies come from. When my sister was born, my mother told me that she was growing inside of her. Of course, having seen my sister naked many times, I knew that girls were different and my mother had told me years ago that the baby came out of the mother down there. But I wasn't clear about how the baby got there. I was very happy with my own explanation. I answered my mother's question: "Well God puts a seed of life inside the mommy, and the baby grows inside her until it comes out." I even knew the 9 month part, but nothing at all about sex. I asked her if I was right. She wouldn't say, I guess she was embarrassed, but she did check the "yes" box to answer that big question. Well, I couldn't tell you why the question was on the application, because the camp provided no sex education, but my cabin mates provided PLENTY. That summer I learned it all. It was a cabin with 15 pubescent boys, all around my age. We all showered and dressed together. Some of them had the biggest dicks I had ever seen aside from my own father's. To top it all off, our cabin counselor, a "grown up" of about 19 years old, would often walk around nude at night in the cabin, making sure all of us saw his equipment. My dick was among the smallest, and although I didn't have the least hair, I had the least knowledge. Most of these boys had been going to this camp every summer, and they all knew each other. Jerking off was a semi-public affair. After lights out, one or another kid would yell out "Tissues, I need tissues" to indicate his cum, and the rest of the boys would laugh, all except me. I didn't have a clue. This "college of cummers" decided to let me in on the secret. One of them, who was self appointed as my teacher, told me all about jerking off and how "scum" would "spray out." He even played with my dick to demonstrate, but I was so embarrassed, I stopped him. I knew it was a grave sin, and retreated behind my naivet�. Well to make a long story short, he told the whole cabin what I wouldn't learn, and I became the laughing stock of the cabin for the whole 6 weeks. But I did learn. Around the middle of August, I was back home, and I was curious as hell. I was determined to do whatever it was that they were doing, and to need tissues. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I stripped off all my clothes and started petting my hardened dick. I remember being totally engrossed in the project. Petting was obviously not enough, so I decided to use both my hands, and rub it back and forth, as if I was building a fire Indian style, without matches. I really got into it. It wasn't long before I had a sensation more intense then I had ever experienced. I felt something needed to come out, and hell, I was in the bathroom so why not. I rubbed some more and suddenly I produced a glob of white scum. I had never seen it in my life. I thought I had hurt myself and that it was puss, and even said "PUSS" out loud. But I loved what had happened and I knew it couldn't be, although I was sure that the scum was supposed to spray, as my teacher said. Well I cleaned myself, and dressed, and an addiction was born. That very day, I went straight to my best friends house, and after some posturing, we both knew that both of us had joined the world of cummers! Those stories will come at a later date. Now, 40 years, a marriage, two sons and two grandsons later, I still love to jerk off. It is my private time. I live with my eldest son and his kids. My dear wife passed 7 years ago. When my sons were growing up, I was very proud to teach them all they needed to know about sex, and run a clothing optional home. My eldest, the one I live with, does the same, and my eldest grandson, who is now 10, knows he can always go to his grandpa with his questions.