How I discovered Masturbation

Robbie was my best friend growing up. He was an amazing kid, good looking, popular, his family was wealthy and most importantly, they were very worldly. He always knew more about current events than I did and I always looked up to him and his whole family. My family was very conservative and we were never told anything about sex, or had any serious discussions. It was strictly a “Father Knows Best” lifestyle. Robbie was my teacher about the world outside of what my parents wanted me to know. When I was around 13, my dad moved the family to another town about 150 miles away. Robbie came up to visit me a few times, and one night in bed, he asked me if I ever got a “boner”. I admitted that I did, and then he told me that his older male cousin had once showed him that if you played with your “boner” long enough, it would shoot white stuff across the room.

I really didn’t know if I believed him, I’d never heard anything like this before. He asked if I had a boner now, and I admitted that I did. Robbie told me that he hadn’t tried this yet, but wanted to know if he could try it on me. I said sure, and took my pajama bottoms off. He reached down, grabbed my hard cock and started to stoke it up and down, very deliberately. I’m not sure if I felt we were doing something “bad” or if I just wasn’t physically old enough to orgasm yet, but nothing happened. After a while I suggested that I try to do it to him. He agreed and took off his bottoms, so I could stroke him. I was shocked when I touched him and discovered that while he was very hard, his penis was so much smaller than mine was. Don’t get me wrong, it was exciting to touch, and gave me desires that I could not describe, especially since if felt so different in my hand than my own cock felt. For the first time in my life, I had something that Robbie didn’t have. A big dick! Neither of us ever came, but we did play with each other’s “boners” every night before we went to sleep. Some time later, my parents were watching something on the TV in our family room. I was bored and went to their bedroom to watch their TV. I have no idea what I ended up watching that night, but something had really gotten me excited. Maybe it was an actress with great cleavage, or some reference to sex, but I was really turned on and I started to remember what Robbie had said about playing with yourself. I locked my parent’s door, pulled down my pants and started touching my large, swollen penis. It felt incredible. I had never experience so much pleasure in playing with myself. Something was different that night. As I rubbed my cock, I felt both excited and scared. I certainly wasn’t supposed to be doing this. Suddenly, I would get too afraid that my parents would try to come in to the room, and would stop rubbing and get dressed. But after a few minutes, the urges would get too great, and I’d have to start again. Each time I would play for a longer period of time, and reach an even higher level of enjoyment and excitement before the guilt set back in. This was all new territory for me. I knew the basics of making a baby, but no one have explained to me the DETAILS. I did not know what an orgasm was. I was scared and excited, but heading toward the edge of a cliff that I could not even imagine. My cock was bigger that night than I’d ever remembered it getting. The feelings were building inside of me where just too hard to ignore. As the pressure in my cock got more and more intense, I found myself less worried about what might happen (good or bad) and more focused on getting there, wherever that might be. I gave in, laid back and gave 100% of my attention to exploring my cock and these new sensations. I’d grab it with my whole fist and stroke, then with just 2 fingers like Robbie would. I learned what I liked and didn’t like. I experienced totally new sensations, edging myself higher and higher. I’d stroke myself until the sensation was just too much…stop…catch my breath…and start again. Over and over, I played this game of getting higher and higher, each time able to accept the incredible sensations, and push the boundary higher. And then it happened…. SHIT! What’s happening to me??? The sensation changed in an instant. Gone are the tingles and increasing pressure. What I’m feeling now is totally new. I can’t control it, I can’t stop it. Deep inside my pelvis, and spreading to my balls, I feel a strong uncontrollable contraction. All the muscles of my back, my legs and stomach take over. It feels almost mechanical…like a huge pump squeezing inside of me. It takes over everything in my conscious. I freeze, stop stroking myself and immediately clench my hand tightly around my cock. I honestly don’t know what I thought that would do, but this new sensation was frightening. Did I break myself? I shouldn’t have listened to Robbie. This is a bad thing to do. I must stop it now. Then the second contraction…..then the third…and forth…fifth….how long can this go on!?! I squeeze my cock harder, trying to stop it, but my orgasm is stronger than my grip is. The white cum is just under too much pressure and begins to ooze out, covering my hand and stomach. I swear it lasted a minute. I quickly ran to the bathroom, cleaned up, got dressed and returned to our basement to join the family. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, and the more I thought about it, the less scared I become. Two night later, I find myself in the bath tub with a hard cock….hmmmm, maybe I should try that again!