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My First JO

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by sechsvier I am 80 years old, but I still recall vividly my first self-induced orgasm. I have pinpointed it to the summer I turned 15. I had learned about sex from my best friend at school when I was twelve. Up until that day, I was completely ignorant. I didn't have any idea what "fuck" means and had heard "jism" only from a school bully who accused me of milking my father's jism to drink after I sucked my mother's tit! My chum's info was so incredible that I just wouldn't believe it. However,explortion of collateral sources and the evidence of the cum- stiffened socks my borther left lying about the room we were then sharing overcame my doubt. Yes, then I began having wet dreams, to my great happiness. I never stimulated my cock.however, never thought of doing so. On the night of the great occurence, I was sleeping in my other brother's room. (Subsequent psychlogical training leads me to all sorts of Freudian conclusions about this "brotherly room hopping, since I had my own room!) Back to the story. For his sixteenth birthday, as a family project, we had redecorated my four year older brother's room as a "stiudio". On the evening, he was entertatining a small partry inlcuding his girl friend, another couple and a much older (25 yo) single woman in his room which adjoined the in which I was "sleeping." As I lay in bed on that hot summer's night, I could plainly hear their sophisticated chatter about sex and their corny sex jokes. My little old pecker was paying close atttention to the goings own and my dicky had raised his head demanding attention. Moment of decision: "I'll do it!" I started rubbing my cock slowly and found the sensation very pleasing. Fortunately, one day at school, my friendly informant had reported to me as we peed together in the boy's room, that George Ramsey could pull his foreskin all the way back from his cock head and beneath the crown rim. When I failed that achievemnt, I set about arriving at that goal, so that I finally had a nice flexible sleeve on my boy meat. As I got more attuned to the process, I sat up on the edge of the bed and wrapped my peter in a handkerchief. Suddnly by some hereto unrecognized instinct, excitment mounted and I automatically began to beat my meat faster and harder. In the light from the street lamp I could see that my rapidly stroking hand was a mere blur. Then I got too excited to even eatch my motion. I just beat like mad, panting with incomprehensible desire. The I came! Spasms shook my body and hot sweet smelling spunk assaulted my lily white handkerchief. I fell back on the bed in wondering exhaustion. Wow, I said aloud, "That's what they've been talkling about!" Until I fell asleep, I clutched that cum loaded cloth to my face inhaling that heady aroma. From that day, I was a man. I have wanked my pudding regularly ever since, with the exception of the first months in college, when I felt ashamed of my practice, and the first year of marriage when I was "getting it" regularly. Since then, until this very morning I have jacked off whenever I could. I play with my cock and balls all the time, filling in those voids when I can't get a hard cock to suck or a cunt to fuck Oh, yea, and I no longer use a handkerchief except occasionally to vary the sensation. I catch all the sweet man milk in my hand, rub it my body or eat it straight. I am now an avid proponent of jerking off and would supply every senior citizen, male or female with a jo video and a vibrator and instructions for inreasing pleasure. I bet "senility" would be signifcantly reduced or delyed. Keep cumming lads!