My First Ejaculation

If you were to ask me the first time I masturbated, I honestly cannot remember.  I have memories of knowing what masturbation was, from being around older brother and friends while they talked and joked about it, but i can't remember the exact age at which I first began experimenting.

I do however remember the first time I came. I was 13 years old. Up to that point, masturbation had started to feel good and would often end in a rush of pleasurable sensation, but no cum.

On this occasion, my female cousin was staying over. We were close as kids and would often have sleepovers. My parents had gone to bed and we had stayed up to watch TV. She was laying on one sofa and I on the other. After a while, as I was flicking from channel to channel hoping to find something to watch, I noticed my cousin was fast asleep.

I stopped on one of the channels that had call in sex shows after midnight. Basically a pre-internet version of cam girls. It was called Babestation and it fuelled the masturbation habits of just about every UK teenager of the 90s. I glanced over to see if my cousin was awake. She was still sound asleep, so I was good to keep watching the sexy women on TV. 

After a while I reached down into my pyjamas and pulled out my cock. Rock hard and shiny with what I now know to be pre cum. I can distinctly remember at this age I barely had any public hair, still very much a child. I began to stroke, exchanging glances between the overtly slutty women on TV and my sleeping cousin. I remember wondering if she woke up, would she join in? 

Luckily or perhaps unluckily she didn't wake up, at least not that I know of, and I lay there stroking hard on my pre pubescent erection. Eventually I started to get warm and flushed, I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I felt the build up of pleasure sensations that I had become accustomed to from my masturbatory experiments, but this time, it built into something much more intense. I felt something deep in my stomach and suddenly my pyjama bottoms were filled with a wet warmth.

I freaked out and quietly made my way to the bathroom to see what had happened. I thought I had peed myself. When I got to the bathroom and pulled down my pyjama bottoms, my cock still half erect, was dripping with warm, pearly cum. My pyjamas were a mess. I figured out almost instantly that I had came and remember feeling very proud of myself. Part of me wished my cousin had kept one eye open and watched me during my first orgasm.

The next day, I recreated this experiment with a swimsuit edition of a sports magazine. I sat on the toilet with the centrefold model spread out in front of me. My eyes darted across her bikini, looking at the tiny pieces of string that held the whole thing together and thinking that if it wasn't for them, I would have a full view of this gorgeous female athlete's vagina. I wanted to see her slit, her lips, her clit. I wanted to see her spread herself. I wanted to see the tan lines under her bikini bottoms. I imagined her fondling, sucking and straddling my young, hard, pubeless cock (as if she ever would).

These thoughts rushed through my young mind while I sat on the toilet and stroked. Sooner than before, I was overcome with waves of pleasure. The same sensation as the night before on the sofa. Thick strands of pearly white cum pumped from my cock. The night before wasn't a fluke, this was really happening.

From that night on I masturbated regularly. I will post many many more stories of my teenage masturbation, as it is a topic a lot of people are interested in. My desperate teenage horniness would sometimes put me in risky situations, but it has left me with some fun memories that I enjoy sharing with you all.