First Time - Of Many

You ever make yourself cum?  

My buddy, John, asked this question a little unexpectedly.  We were in the woods, building a small shelter from fallen limbs and branches to camp overnight.  We were both 13 at the time.  

Information regarding masturbation was limited and not discussed openly during that time, over 50 years ago.  We had access to Playboys that his older brother had collected.  But this was the first time anyone had asked if I masturbated.  

I answered John’s question honestly.  No, I have never tried to make myself cum. 

John told me that he has been doing it for a while now, at least every night.  He said that it is  the best feeling he has ever had.  

John said that I should give it a try, and that I will love it, just as he does.  He gave me a lot of description and details of how it feels, and what to expect, which was helpful.  John said that the best thing is that he can make himself cum whenever he wants.  

We had completed the small shelter by the end of the day, and we crawled into our sleeping bags when it was dark.  After a while, John got out of his sleeping bag and asked, Hey, do you mind if I cum?    

I told John that I did not mind if he wanted to cum, and to go ahead.  It was dark, but not too dark to see him move outside the shelter, pull his pants down, and get on his knees. 

I noticed that John had a thicker cock than I did.  As he started rubbing, I also noticed that his dick grew longer than mine.  Though we were the same age, he was quite a bit larger.  

I thought that John must have been more highly matured than I was at that time.  

It did not take very long and John said that he was going to cum.  Then I could hear, and barely see, his cum hitting the leaves and ground. 

I took what I saw that night in the woods and gave it a try at home.  Most every night, under my covers, at bedtime.  Over the next couple of weeks, I recalled what I had seen John do.  It gave me good inspiration.  I used my hand to rub my my dick.  I found that rubbing the cloth sheets over my dick really felt good too.  John was right, it felt great, a new experience unlike anything that I had ever had before.  

While rubbing my dick, I got to a point where it felt like an urge to pee.  I also had some natural slippery substance that came from my cock and made the rubbing slippery and even more pleasant.  

When I felt like I may pee, I remembered what John had told me.  I would stop, wait a brief time, and then start rubbing again.  Little did I know then, that this would become regular edging as I know it today.  

I rubbed my dick every night.  After a while, I noticed that the urge to pee feeling had changed to more of a strong tingle in my cock.  Also I had a feeling of strong pressure.  My dick was harder than ever. I repeated the stop and start technique, but the tingle and pressure felt so good that one night I just continued rubbing until my whole body seemed to tingle with pressure.  I surprised myself to have several strong contractions and squirted a small pool of cum on my lower stomach.  I had made myself cum.  That was the first of many orgasms from masturbation.  

As the years went on, I continued masturbating and enjoying it.  I got to the point where my ejaculations would squirt up to my neck, and sometimes over my shoulders.  The increased quantity felt even better.    

Today I am lucky to squirt a very short distance, a little more like when I started out.  If I want to enjoy more quantity, I abstain for two or three weeks.  But after three weeks, I am ready to go over the edge and enjoy every contraction.  

John and I are still good friends today, 52 years later.  During high school and beyond, John always did well with the girls.  He was never alone, and the girls always seemed to have a big smile. 

After college and marriage, I stopped by John’s house for a brief visit one Saturday morning.  He came to the door with just a robe on.  The front of the robe was untied and open.  There was his large cock, long and thick, semi-hard.  

John got me some coffee, and invited me to wait while he put some clothes on.  As he was walking toward his bedroom, he gestured to me, cupping his hands at his chest, like a woman’s breasts, and pointed at his bedroom door.  Then he disappeared.  I sipped my coffee and looked through some Playboys on his coffee table.  

After some time had passed, I heard some giggling and some heavy breathing sounds from the bedroom.  I heard John yell to me, just getting some clothes on, will be with you in a minute.  

Well, after waiting more time, I decided that it was best to leave and let John finish his project completely.  

John’s initial question of masturbation has become many years of self pleasure.  At 65, I still masturbate regularly.  My hope is to enjoy this pleasure for the rest of my days.  It has been a stimulating and satisfying 52 years, with many more to cum.