The First Time I Blew My Wad

I was 13 years old when I first blew my wad.  But I had always enjoyed having an erection.  I would get them often, especially when showering.  I enjoyed examining my stiffy in the large bathroom mirror on the door.  I would play with it, knowing that touching it felt good, but that was about it. At night, I would pull down my tighty whities and flick my little boner.  It was fun and innocent, but I was still cautious because I had older siblings in the house and I shared a room with my older sister.

I matured faster than most of my friends.   It seemed as though my little pecker grew overnight!  Before I knew it—BAM!  I sprouted pubic hair and my little pecker grew dramatically.   I felt like a freak because the rest of my body was still growing and hadn’t caught up to my cock.  I didn’t know what to do with the thing and I had to concentrate hard not to get boners because it was rather noticeable.  It was a very frustrating time.

Then I started getting wet dreams…  Ugh, I was freaking out because of the tingling weird feeling and the warm sticky mess that would wake me in the night.  I knew I was building up sperm and I knew about masturbation, but I was too nervous to do anything about it.  Damn, my cock was begging for it!

Sure I had sex education and masturbation was discussed in a candid and comfortable manner, but it still confused me.  I had even watched porn films on VHS tape (yeah I’m dating myself) and seen cum ejaculating from a throbbing cock, but I could not contemplate it happening to me. 

My curious female friends would ask me if I got hard-ons and if I masturbated.  Some of my female companions had even caught their brothers (my friends) jerking off.  It seemed to fascinate the gals, but I always shrugged it off and told them to mind their own business.  Still, I was frustrated because everybody was doing it but me!

I remember when a cousin and I got into his dad’s stash of porn VHS tapes one hot summer night.  I was concentrating hard not to get a full boner while watching the porn, but he was as stiff as a rock.  I was wearing sweat shorts and he was wearing tight running shorts.  The room was dark and only lit by the glowing television set, but I see him touching himself under his shorts.  It kind of freaked me out.  After a couple of hours of porn watching he finally said that he had a hard on and casually got up with his boner prominently poking under his shorts and went into the bathroom.  I knew he was jerking off and it made me nervous.  After a few minutes he returned, sweating profusely, and with no more boner.  He slept well that night; I did not.  This was driving me crazy!

Another time I went to a friend’s house up the street.  He was a couple years older than me at the time.  He had a brother a year older than him.  I went into the basement where they shared a room.  My buddy was on the bed reading and his brother was in the bathroom.  I asked what was up.  He replied that his brother was going for the record.  I asked what record?  He made the jerking off motion with his hand.  I was like—WHAAAT?!  He’s jerking off right now?  My friend said this would make it the sixthtime that day.  Six times!  It was like 2:00pm in the afternoon!  I remember his sweaty brother exiting the bathroom with a big grin on his face.  “That’s number six!”  He looked at my friend and asked him how many he got.  My buddy replied casually, “Four. But the day is young.”

Damn, this made me nervous and angry.  I couldn’t believe they had been jerking off before and when I was there!  Four—sixtimes?  Is that possible? 

As I walked home from their house, I couldn’t get this off my mind.  Wow!  Those two pud-pullers are professionals.  I needed to figure this out.  I was determined to make this happen! 

That night I hit the shower with a mission.  It was the only place in my crowded house where I could safely milk my cock.  I hadbeen thinking about it since I left my friend’s house and I had a plan.  The thought was exciting and it made my dick throb all day long.

Okay, I’m in the shower and the water is hitting me.  I have a raging boner and a nervous pit in my stomach.  I know the jerkingoff motion, so I get to it.  I grab my dick and start jerking it.  It’s feeling good, but after a few minutes the friction starts to hurt my tender erection.  Plus, I knew I would run out of hot water soon, so the pressure is on.  I’m not quitting!  I lube my dick with soap and started stroking it again.  Long tight gripped strokes.

It felt great, but I began to feel silly, working my member back and forth.  Is this what all my buds looked like?  It seemed weird. I began to laugh because I felt a little stupid.  Then, my dick started getting harder and my body began to tense up.  I knew something was happening, but I wasn’t going to quit.  My abdomen started to tense, my legs felt weak, and I started to drool a little bit.  I started to lose my breath as I started to cum.   HOLY SHIT!  I started to panic!  My ears roared!  I let go of my prick just as the creamy white sperm shot out!  I mean it was really white!  My dick was bouncing up and down as it pumped stream after stream of jizz. 

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!  Sperm flew across the bathtub and hit the wall.  I was totally freaked out!  I couldn't believe that I had actually finally blew my wad.  I was winded.  I was bent over with my hands on my knees to try and catch my breath.  My dick was still hard and oozing cum.  When my senses returned, I nervously cleaned the wall and stood in the shower, stunned by the ordeal. Wow!  I had to think about this…  And get out of the shower before anyone got suspicious.

I thought about it for a week or so before I decided to give it another try.  I knew I could do this.  Yes, there was shame mixed with wonder, but it’s something you can’t control once it’s happened.  I can really make myself feel good and I wanted more!  Everyone is doing it, so why shouldn’t I?  I wanted to share this with someone, but I was to embarrassed about it.  Just the thought of me coming made me hard.  I knew I had to try it again. 

After that week, I remember going to the bathroom, getting in the shower and making a calculated effort to begin stroking my dickright from the get go.  I jerked it vigorously, anticipating what might happen.  And then, BANG!  I shot cum all over the wallagain.  It was glorious!  I’m awesome!

From then on I was on it like a Pit bull on a poodle.  I jerked it whenever I had the chance.  I was (and I still am) good at it.  I was able to jerk it within 2 minutes anywhere (usually the bathroom where I lived or other peoples bathrooms) with no problem.  I could make it look like I was going to the bathroom, jerk off, and reemerge like nothing happened.  Shit, 6 times in one day?  I shattered that record in no time!  Fuck, I love it!  At one point I thought I might be addicted to jerking off.  It did not hinder my lifein anyway, but I did start to worry.  I tried to give it a rest at one point but realized that I’m not doing anything wrong.  It’s okay to do it.  And as I got older, it became part of my lifestyle, even when I started fucking. 

To this day I continue to jerk off with pride.