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First Wank

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I was about 10 when I noticed the first hairs appearing on my balls, an event that I was not expecting so soon. This was not long before I awoke after a particularly erotic dream to find a thick creamy substance in my bedclothes. I thought there was something wrong with me. I had 2 older brothers but had not heard them mention anything like this and I was too scared to ask them in case I got teased. I never knew about masturbation until at the age of 13 I went off to boarding school. I guy in our year had been caught "wanking" in one of the class rooms and I had to ask a mate what wanking was. Although intrigued I never tried it until after that first school year had ended, as it was obviously a thing that you shouldn't do, especially if you got caught and suffered the endless humiliation that seemed apparent. However, curiosity got the better of me - in fact the complusion to wank came on me quite suddenly. Not far from our home was a very secluded bush area where I had played for years. I found myself alone in the peaceful afternoon and pulled down my pants and started stroking. Nothing much happened until after a few minutes when the most amazing and exciting feeling started to warm my groin. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop. I kept on going with the feeling becoming more intense. I had my thumb and fore finger around my standard length uncircumcised cock moving it ever so slowly up and down the top of the glans, enjoying the feeling immensely. Then this beautiful warm feeling and thick creamy cum spurting out the tip and dripping down off the bush leaves in front of me. I was stunned. The feeling just so like those many wet dreams and now I had discovered this most amazing toy. But suddenly - this most amazing feeling of guilt. I bet none of the guys I looked up to at school ever did this. What would they think? Little did I realise then that everyone was at it. As the months went by back at school I noticed the tell tale signs in the toilet cubicles. The shadow making quick urgent movements from the cubicle next to me and the occasional cum drop left on the toilet seat. The guy I roomed with first mentioned it to me. Do I wank? I was embarrased at first. He said he did all the time and then I confessed I did too. At the same time, "The little red school book" was released and I realised I was quite normal. Still, at boarding school the last thing you want to do is get caught playing with yourself, even though we all knew everyone did it. By this stage I was wanking every day, usually in the toilet. Doing it in bed was too messy and you were more likely to get heard. In the senior dormitory if you turned around while on the toilet you could see the reflection through the window of the guy in the next cubicle sitting there. This was a great turn on, knowing there was someone having a wank next door to you. You could usually tell who it was too, and my hard-on would rage if it was one of the good looking guys. Nothing was ever said, but it was great way to get off and release the boredom of school work. I was 15 by this stage and with no girls for company, your thoughts turned to the images of these guys having their daily toss. It made it more exciting. My wanking continued in earnest for many years to come. Eventually married I still resort to it from time to time - just for old times sake. I also realised that I was also attracted to men and have had a few experiences with guys, but no one can produce the type of orgasm that you can yourself. My thoughts of that first time and the following years at school keep me company in my early 40s now. I just wish we were as open about such things as we seem to be now. It would have been a lot easier.

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