My First Masturbation

Sex was a taboo subject in my family except for the basics of reproduction. I was taught that masturbating was something only "bad boys" did, but because it wasn't talked about, I had no idea what it actually was.

In shop class or gym, I'd hear guys talk about touching themselves and how good it felt.  Sometimes, at night, I'd reach into my pajamas and rub the head of my penis with the palm of my hand. It was ticklish and irritating, though oddly pleasurable.  After a few minutes, the irritation would get unbearable, so I would stop. Nothing sexual popped into my mind because I was too naïve to make the connection. I had no clue that act could lead to something so blissful.

I was having regular wet dreams (and loved them), but did not know I could make myself feel that way while awake.  Often, after having a sexy dream that did not produce a nocturnal emission, I'd wake up erect and frustrated. Tearfully, I'd try to go back to sleep to get "relief', but that never worked.  To repeat, the concept of touching myself for pleasure was foreign. I was just ignorant.

*Making the connection*

I was alone one evening; my parents were out of town.  There was fire in the wood stove.  In front of the stove was a very thick and very soft carpet. As usual, when alone, I would get naked and roll in its softness; this evening was no exception.  The warmth of the fire and softness of the rug made me erect. I imagined I was being hugged by a girl. On this evening, for the first time, I felt myself grinding my penis into the carpet.  I stopped when I noticed a bead of fluid at the head of my penis. I knew exactly what it was by its tackiness. Believing I had done something very wrong, I sought to punish myself. Knowing the irritating feeling of my palm rubbing my penis, I laid on my back and began doing just that: rubbing the head of my cock with my palm in a circular motion. As I rubbed, the irritation was becoming unbearable. My feet stomped the floor and my body twisted trying to escape the self-torture of my palm.  As "punishment", I continued.

*The eruption that changed my life*

In what seemed like several minutes, my whole world changed. All at once, several things happened. There was an unfamiliar tingling in my groin and my mind was filled with the image of a girl.  The image was a memory of girl that had lost her top on the beach; her blushed face by the sudden exposure of her tiny breasts.  It was then that I lost control of my body. My hand fell away from my cock, my legs spread wide and stiffened and my toes curled.  My whole body shook. Then, I felt a rush of fluid come from deep inside me, through my scrotum, up my penis and out.  Wave after wave; six total.  My semen spewed everywhere and it was wonderful. I laid there in blissful peace, feeling I had made some great discovery (and I had).

Oh those wonderful years.

Best, Ray