Becoming a Masturbator

I was told about sex at a very young age. After learning about sex, I became very curious about sex and the human body. At that time I associated nudity and the observation or touching of the body with sex. A short time before I started puberty, I began exploring my body when I was alone. I sometimes did that by taking off all my clothes and posing in a mirror. Eventually I began to feel my body to see how touching it felt. I noticed that when I thought about sex my penis would become erect. It also became erect when I was nude or when I observed or touched my body. I noticed that when I touched by penis while it was erect that the touching made me feel the most awesome sensations I had ever felt. So I decided that one day when I had plenty of time alone I would touch my penis and enjoy those sensations. The day came and I had never felt so excited about something in my life. I stripped in front of a mirror, taking off one article of clothing after another until I finally revealed to myself my swelling, erect penis and became totally nude. I admired my body for a moment. I felt very sexy. Then I began to feel my body. Finally, I began to fondle my penis. I played with it for a while before finally placing both my hands around it and rubbing and stroking it. I was in ecstasy. My fondling kept feeling better and better. Eventually, I had my first orgasm, and shot my cum on that mirror. I had never felt so good in all my life. After that, I masturbated occasionally. Then I started puberty. That became a turning point in my masturbation. Before puberty, I was only curious about sex and could go without masturbation, though sometimes I didn't. Beginning at the very start of my puberty, I couldn't stop thinking about sex. I felt like I needed sex. I became practically compelled to masturbate. As I began puberty I caught the flu and my family quarantined me until I was healed so that no one would catch my disease. It was a time when I had very recently become constantly very horny. For two weeks I was in a bedroom, with blinds on the window, with the door closed, with people only seldom coming inside and only at certain times of the day. I had almost nothing to do in there. What happened was inevitable. For those two weeks, I did almost nothing except fantasize about sex, explore my body and spank my monkey. There was no turning back. I had become a chronic masturbator and have been ever since. I've told this story to a few people I know. They've never heard of anybody else ejaculating before puberty. Neither have I. It has made me wonder if there was something different about me. If so, I'm glad I was different!