When I was about 13, my family took a trip to Disneyland for Christmas. I was the oldest of five children (three adopted) and although I enjoyed the trip I was always trying to not hang out with the other kids. One night my parents announced we were going out for a family dinner and then checking out a few rides the other kids were interested in. I didn’t want to go and asked if I could stay in the motel and watch a hockey game. I was surprised when my parents said OK, but I had escaped being around the other kids for a while.
At this point, I was totally sexually naive and inexperienced. I was just starting to get pubic hair and my cock was getting a bit bigger. I frequently rubbed my cock to erection but had never had an orgasm. I liked looking at some of the girls in my school and my dad was fine with me looking at his Playboys but I just never put it all together.
My family left our motel suite and I turned on the TV, starting to watch the L.A. Kings-Toronto Maple Leafs game. After about 10 minutes of some of the most incredibly boring hockey I’d ever seen, I decided to entertain myself another way. I went into my parents' bedroom and grabbed my dad’s book. It was similar to many back at home - something of a plot, regularly interspersed with sex scenes I just didn’t get the point of.
I went into the bathroom, dropped my pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. As I went through the book looking for sex scenes, I rubbed my cock with the rookie grip I’d always used-cock against the skin between my thumb and fingers, thumb on the top, fingers on the bottom (it would be six years before one of my step-sisters taught me the full-fist grip). I soon got a boner as I read the sometimes stupid scenes and stroked my cock. I’ll always remember two descriptions from the book which I didn’t understand-“...he slid into her greasy abyss...” and “...she felt him blossom wetly inside her...”
After a few minutes I was getting very excited. My cock and balls felt so good. I started to get sensations around my balls and asshole and they scared me into stopping - what if I was harming myself? The sensation would subside and I’d start start masturbating again, only to stop when the somewhat pleasurable but concerning sensations started again. The young lad was accidentally discovering edging!
Finally, after I’d started jacking again, a feeling arose inside me that couldn’t be denied. I instinctively jerked my cock faster and then I came. I moaned with pleasure as my cock and balls and perineum throbbed. There was no cum, just a drop or two of clear, slick fluid. I pulled up my pants and returned the book and then watched the rest of the hockey game, so I’d know the final score when my family got back.
Talk about your life-changing experience. I had my first wet dream about six months later (dreaming about a girl I had a crush on giving me a hand job), and by the time I was 14 I was jerking off three or four times most days, having become a copious, thick cum producer. In the 50-some years since then, I conservatively estimate I’ve jerked off at least 30,000 times, and been hand-jobbed, dry-humped, tit-fucked maybe another 1,000 times. My wife and I love watching me stroke out my still large loads over her tits and belly and pubic hair. I often clean her with my tongue.
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