How eventually IO was successful after some unsuccessful attempts. It seems that most guys on here, like me, achieved success at the age of 13.
This is my first submission so I suppose I should tell of how I got started.
We were living in a small village in East Griqualand, South Africa. We had a cage with poultry and one day I saw the rooster mounting one of the hens. I asked my mother what was going on and I was told that the rooster was fertilising the hen’s eggs. That was the beginning and end of my parental sex education! I was sent to join my older brother at boarding school in the nearby town of (believe it or not) Kokstad. My 2 brothers and I are circumcised so I had grown up believing thatis the normal appearance of a penis. But at the hostel we had nightly showers and I was surprised to see that most of the boys had a different looking penis. I knew nothing of circumcision at that time, and presumed that this was just some normal variation like different hair colour etc.
I often heard other boys talking about ‘tonking’ or ‘having a tonk’. I must have realised that this was somehow playing with your penis so I asked the only other circumcised boy in our dormitory what this ‘tonking’ was. I was completely ignorant about masturbation. This boy (Alf) looked at me as if I was stupid but he said, “See me in the cricket shed after tea.” In case any British readers misunderstand, to us tea was just that, not a meal. Anyway, after tea I went down to the cricket shed to find Alf there. The cricket shed was a wood and iron structure with an earth floor. It contained a roller, a mat for the pitch and a line marker. And no windows. Alf said you have got to drop your pants and make yourself hard. We dropped our pants (no underpants) and in a few seconds we were both hard with two erections. Alf showed me how to stroke the erection and said, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I agreed but after a little while I said, “I think that I’m going to pee.” Alf replied, “That means that you are getting close to coming. I’m also nearly there. Just watch.” With a look of bliss on his face, from his piss slit out came a few drops of clear liquid. “Now you carry on,” he said. I did as told and it wasn’t long before once more I felt that I was going to pee. Out shot a golden stream, unloading my afternoon tea, which soaked into the earth floor. “That was just pee,” said Alf disgustedly. So ended my first attempt at masturbation. As we walked back to the hostel Alf explained that in a few years time we would be able to shoot white spunk like his older brother could.
The next year our family moved to the coastal city of Durban and initially I was installed in a different boarding school. As before, at this hostel we had nightly showers but I was puzzled to see that most of the boys at this school were circumcised like me with very few uncircumcised guys. One day at the hostel I saw a group of boys gathered around a boy lying on his bed playing with his erection. “What’s he doing?” I asked a boy. “Tossing off,” was the reply. I presumed that this was the local equivalent of tonking, but remembering my embarrassing attempt, I was not interested in what the boy was doing.
The following year we moved to the suburb of Durban North and I started high school. On my first day at the school a group of sixth formers grabbed me and made me stand back to back with a guy from their class. “Yes he is,” they announced. So for the next 3 years I was the tallest boy in the school until my younger brother arrived who was half an inch taller than me.
Next door lived a boy who went to the same school. I will refer to him as Bert. About a week after school had started, Bert said that he and some friends were going to the nearby beach for a swim and did I want to come too. I was keen to fit in with my new school so of course I joined the group of about a dozen boys. The nearest beach was not really a good beach for swimming but we were young teenagers so we had fun splashing about in the surf for about an hour. Then we all trooped into the bushes on the sand dunes to dry ourselves and get dressed. When the swimming costumes came off, I was pleased to note that every one of the boys there were circumcised – that made me feel that I fit in better. I don’t remember exactly when I learned about circumcision – it must have been round about that time. The boy with the hairiest crotch started playing with his penis and in no time all the other boys were doing the same. The name of this hairy guy was Harold so inevitably he had acquired the nickname Hairy Harry. I presumed that he was the oldest boy there but I found out later that he was in fact a few days younger than me, and that he had started puberty more than a year before me. Bert and one of the other boys were still hairless, but nevertheless they were pumping away like all the other more developed boys. Not wanting to be different, or worse doing nothing and seeming like a pervert voyeur, I joined in the activity. One of the guys looked at me and said in a loud voice “Hey, check that dick. It’s huge!” One of the guys took a stick and measured me then went over to Harold and compared, saying, “It’s way longer than yours.”. I should have been happy to be well endowed, but I was already self-conscious about my height and did not need something else to make me feel like a freak. At this point I suppose that I should boast about my size, but I never measured myself at the time. In my later teens I did – just over seven and a half inches so I expect that at this time I was somewhere in the 6 to 7 inch range. To return to our seaside activities, one after another the guys shot their loads. Even Bert who was standing next to me shot a few drops of white spunk . Eventually it was only me pumping away. Embarrassed with everyone looking at me, I pulled up my short pants and said that I would finish off at home. Fortunately my huge erection had subsided by the time we reached the road.
When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom, locked the door, undressed and in no time was hard again. Most of the guys had shot huge loads of white spunk. So as to be able to clean up easily I stood facing the bath and then started pumping away as I had seen the other guys doing. For a long time nothing seemed to happen and I was beginning to worry that there was something wrong with my equipment. Then suddenly I got the need-to-pee feeling and I felt my legs giving way at the knees as out shot my first ejaculation. It hit the tiles on the wall above the bath and slithered down into the bath, but it was not white as I had seen that afternoon, instead it was golden brown with lots of little round jelly lumps. Fortunately, it was easy to wash the mess away. I cannot pretend that it was a pleasurable experience, but nevertheless I persevered and repeated the performance the next afternoon. This time, the load was a paler brown. On the next afternoon, the load was a very pale brown and after that it was only white loads and I was hooked on tonking/tossing off/ wanking/ jerking (take your pick of terminology) which I usually did 1 to 3 times a day during my teen years. It became less frequent when I eventually lost my virginity and was having regular sex.
To conclude I could add that I have never had a wet dream (which probably accounts for the colour of my first load), and I have never produced pre-cum. Are many other guys like this?
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