Beginnings

Beginnings by anonymous I am 18 and in clear conscience, but wish to remain anonymous. Thanks.Well, things started when I was just a mere 4 year old. I discovered that ifI pressed my penis against a semi-hard surface (arm of a chair, edge of asmooth table), I got an incredible sensation that pulsed my whole body. SinceI had no idea what was going on, I began to do this around the house, until mysisters and mom started yelling at me to stop. This made me mad so I slidunder the couch (only 4) and began humping the floor. They figured it outquick and put a kabosh to that, so I learned to be discrete, which came inhandy when I discovered drugs later in life as well. The funny thing isnothing came out until I was about 12, and was that a nasty accident. I stilldidn't know exactly what was going on, but with orgasms like this, who cares? Anyway, this was all it until I was a teenybopper, 15 or so, and Idiscovered while looking at a Penthouse with a huge hard-on and softlytickling the tip of my dick, that some fluid came out. The stuff was clearand slippery, and I had never seen the likes of it before. I rubbed it aroundthe head of my shaft, and it caused my penis to throb a bit. I circled myfingers around the shaft and stroked, but it didn't feel right, although Ididn't know exactly what right was. I had no correlation in my mind betweenthe pressing thing and this, but I had begun to get some good sensations, andI knew they were going nowhere this way. I had to find a solution. My folks were gone gardening a lot then, and I had the place to myself. Iscoured around with my hard-on dangling up, and ended up in the bathroomdigging through the cabinets. I found some feminine napkins, and they seemedthe right texture. I wrapped it fairly tight and began stroking it up anddown, in a standing position. So things felt better and better, but I wasn'tprepared for the outcome, so to speak. Just as things were really goinggreat, my hips pulsed, my balls tightened, and I shot a good wad right ontothe mirror in front of me. I wasn't really watching myself, I had just sortof ended up there in my quest, and probably didn't want to remove the napkinfrom the bathroom. Anyway, the stuff scared the hell out of me and I thoughtI had messed up my sex organs for life, which caused me to stop stroking andthe rest of the cum oozed out. I pumped again to keep the stuff from gettingon the napkin and leaned over the toilet for a receptor. My heart was nowpounding and a little sweat was all over my body. I cleaned up the mirror,returned the items to there natural spots, and went back to my bedroom to laydown and evaluate the situation. I determined eventually that whateverhappened, it was worth the risk of long term damage, and I got to know thejoys of magazines and jerking my way through high school instead ofgirlfriends and hang-ups. Anyway, that's my first times, and I still can useeither method, although the pressing thing is almost instantaneous now.