First-time stories are wonderful. Here's mine, with thanks to the Ed Sullivan Show.
I learned alone about masturbation by accident one springtime Saturday morning when I was 12. Woke up before anyone else and was again feeling those butterflies "down there." I'd felt that way for the first time on the previous Sunday night. My family and I were watching Can-Can dancers on the Ed Sullivan Show, lifting their skirts and flashing their ruffled tights as they pranced around. "Oh my," my mother said. I was speechless. Dumbfounded. Beautiful dancers were doing very naughty stuff right there in front of me, I thought. They were like my best neighborhood friend, Paulette, who secretly liked to show me her panties (another story for another time). Suddenly, a rush of butterflies swarmed my stomach and my little crotch, but I sat stone-still on the floor in front of the TV set and dared not say anything. I think the next act was some guy spinning plates on a pole, but I couldn't get my mind off the dancers. That Saturday morning, when the same swarm of butterflies arrived out of nowhere, I instinctively reached into my briefs and began to play with my little dick, which had gone berserk, I thought. It was as stiff as a baseball bat albeit a small one. I threw off the covers and shoved my briefs down around my knees. Memories of the naughty Can-Can dancers surfaced. I relived watching them show off their underwear and throw their petticoated skirts this way and that. I began to play with my little kid boner, feeling of it all along its length and noticing how new and strange sensations were emerging and how it all was feeling better, better, better, then suddenly a blanket of pleasure swept over me like nothing I'd ever felt and my dick convulsed in an eruption of spurting, spurting, spurting as I balled up, panting and groaning. Didn't know what on earth had happened, but it felt glorious. I remember thinking, "Why am I pissing all over the place?" Later that afternoon in the bathroom, I reprised the event and, again, was left aswoon in a fit of spurting. Thus was lit my passion for masturbation although I had no idea what it was or why I was doing it. I never heard the terms "masturbation" or "jacking off" until that fall in the 7th grade when some depraved friends of mine accused me of "beating off." I played dumb. But then the adventures in my aunt's attic began, jerking off up there by myself and discovering that an orgasm would cause my knees to buckle and I'd fall down. Loved it. Still do.
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