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First Time Masturbating

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How I would like to turn the clock back and enjoy the joys of solo and with wife.
I was 14 before I knew what was going on about sex and what other boys were doing. I lived in the country, was basically a loner, no sleepovers, no close male friends. I had heard some of my classmates talking in homeroom about having a 'HO' or having JO'd the night before, but it did not mean anything since I did not understand the language. Some of the older boys in gym class would comment about needing to shoot a wad but it did not mean anything to me either, I knew it meant something about sex, I just did not know what! This was before Playboy, no sex shops etc. Even the encylopedias in the school library were 'pure' with no information about menstruation or anything else of a sexual nature. I had been having wet dreams for a while and raging hardons every 2nd period Math class that I tried to hide with my books, and got what I later realized were knowing looks from the girl who sat across the isle from me, but none of it 'connected', I was just too innocent for my own good. One Friday night at an away football game, some of us went back to the band bus to get warm. The joke telling began and Alvin told a joke about a boy who had a 56' inch dick, after the joke was done, he said something like, 'can you imagine what it would be like to jack-off a dick that long?' and went through the appropriate hand motions. I laughed with the others, like I was in on the joke, but still was not sure what it all meant. The next night after a bath as I was getting ready to take a date to the movies, I tried rubbing my dick with the same kind of motion that Alvin had used the night before on the bus. I was amazed! It got hard almost immediately so I continued to rub it, it got harder, I had never seen it that big, the head swelled up almost twice its normal size and turned a deep purple. I could almost see every pore in the skin. I continued for a short while when I felt 'funny' and almost immediately it shot out a stream of stuff about the size of a pencil they give kids in the first grade. It was thick, stayed round and firm as it went into the sink. Altogether, if it had been put end to end, it would have been close to 12' to 15' long. There had been an expression going around in school, 'haste makes paste!' It was aimed at a classmate whose last name was Haste. I did not know exactly what the expression meant, but after I saw what was in the sink, I then had a better idea. I did think that doing something wrong would cause it to look like paste, I did finally get that connection. Can you imagine the tension I had all through that date, wanting to get home to try out this 'new' experience again? When I got home, I tried it again and this time it was really fluid and actually 'shot' away from me. It took hardly any time from when I started rubbing it until it came. The next morning, I tried it again, again, almost instant success! I did it so much that first week that I actually wore a blister on the top of it! Talk about painful. It was ok as long as it was flacid but as soon as I would think about doing it and it started getting hard, where it was healing would tear loose again and hurt. I quickly learned to use Vaseline. I am now almost 72 and still jerk off on occasions, or my wife does it for me since the 'little blue pill' no longer works for me. I long for the days of my youth when a simple thought would make it come to attention and not much friction would make it ejaculate. So for you younger folks out there, if you see an old man quietly smile to himself, smile for him too. He is remembering how good it used to be and mourns that it is no longer!

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