At a fairly young age (early 1970s) my parents had some very good friends in another town and we'd often stay with them. They had a boy close to my age and we'd do quite a bit together. They would have us bathe together and sleep in the same bed in the basement. They were fairly open and educated people and had some sex books like "Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex: But Were Afraid to Ask", several medical books with diagrams and pictures that were just fascinating at the time. We would sneak them out and read these books at bedtime and both get little erections, which we were learning about. We would get on top of each other and "practice" sex, basically just poking into one another's perineum. While this felt good, it never lead to anything, no orgasms or any other activity, but certainly had my little curious brain going.
As I got a little older, the boners were more of a constant companion and the curiosity keep growing. Things stick in my mind that gave me erections at that age and developed my future tastes. Things like riding in my aunt's car and sitting in her friend's lap with my head in between her large breasts, watching a woman looking out the back window of the car on my knees facing that direction so my little cock was rubbing on the back seat, seeing my first college football game and seeing the cheerleaders high kicks, I think I looked at the exposed panties the whole game. To this day a glimpse of a woman's panties on a windy day, sitting on the lawn, etc. is just lovely and erotic. I don't remember being embarrassed or anything, just these developmental erotic settings I remember associating with erections and fascination. Taking a bath and my babysitter coming in and taking a pee was my first view of a pussy. Being the youngest by far in my family and living in the country, I remember discovering it was a very nice feeling to just get naked outside and would have an erection the whole time. In junior high school everybody joked about "jerking off" but I did not really understand. The boys would make the motion and sometimes spit on their thumbs and flick it like they were coming, make funny faces and the like.
My bedroom was in the basement and no one else was down there so I had this whole few rooms to myself, running around naked was fun, I did that as much as possible. One day I just was determined to figure out what the hell the boys were talking about at school, so naked I was imitating the motion on my cock, it felt very good, but strange. Pretty soon I was bucking my hips as if something took control and I came and was mature enough that sperm came out. It freaked me out a little, but gradually put things together and started doing it as much as possible, probably a few times a day. I had a new favorite toy.
A huge revelation was when another friend got into his dad's Playboy collection and gave me some. At that point I loved looking at the women so much that I would lay with my legs astride of the corner of my bed with all my collection laid out in front of me across the bed and hump my cock onto the bed and sometimes into a pillow until I came. At this point we had a black market of Playboys among a few friends that were traded around. Having that privacy I explored sticking things in my ass, which felt great, and humping other items of furniture. I am sure my mother knew what was going on as there would be boy sperm everywhere, the bedding was probably solid, but she never said anything, called me out, or busted my Playboy stash. There were not oppressive parents anyway, of which I will always be grateful. Not a mutual discovery or anything too exciting, but I would expect similar to a lot of boys of the era. I appreciate the forum of this site to be able to write this down.
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