I couldn't sleep one night when I was 12 years old. My penis remained stiff and engorged for a long time with only short periods of flaccid rest before erecting again. It was as if it was begging for attention so I turned on my light and locked my door. I laid on my back staring at my penis that seemed to pulsate with every beat of my heart. The magenta colored head of my penis stuck out of my foreskin, it was swollen up and looked bigger than usual.
I wasn't jacking off in the classic way that everybody imagines it, a
fist moving quick and furiously up and down or slowly depending on your
preference. I was touching it lightly, doing more investigation than
anything else and like a jeweler looking at a diamond I was noticing the
size, hardness and color. I felt a feeling that I had never felt before
but I knew what was happening. I've read a lot of stories where people
said it felt like they were going to pee and for me the feeling that I
had was entirely different. It did not feel like I had to pee, it
started deep in my gut and radiated outward towards my toes. It felt as
if I had momentarily loss control of my body.
I was scared, I had read about sperm and how babies were made but I
didn't feel ready to see it. Yet, ready or not it came out like a
volcano. The first couple squirts landed on my stomach filling my navel
like a pool of milky water. The rest of it flowed out of me like lava
rolling down my shaft onto my pubic mound. The pubic hair that I did
have was covered in this substance like hair gel, my hand did not escape
clean either. I picked up some dirty laundry from my floor, a t shirt
if I remember correctly and cleaned the goop from my hands and stomach.
My hands were still sticky, my pubic hair was still spiky. I also
noticed the smell of it and thought that it would travel through the
I managed to take a shower that night without waking anyone, if I did
happen to have awakened anyone, then nothing was ever said to me. The first time was
fascinating and scary but I got over my fear and masturbation was a
regular activity for me. I limited myself to 2 days a week because I
reasoned that the less I did it the better it would feel. I also felt
bad about it, I felt as if I was doing something perverted and wondered
if other people could tell that I masturbated.
I liked to masturbate but felt horrible that I enjoyed something so
perverted. I also did not think that my other friends in Middle School
ever did what I did. I couldn't imagine them doing it. The only time
jacking off was ever discussed was if it was a joke. People teased each
other about it and liked to accuse kids of doing it and the kid being
accused would sharply deny it and turn the accusation back around to the
accuser who would of course deny it.
One day I went to my friends house, I always used to just knock on his window
instead of going to the front door. I came to knock and noticed through the glass...him with
headphones on attached to his computer he was standing up. He had lowered
his pants and his penis was curved up, he was touching it. I had never
seen another boys penis in this state.
Instead of knocking on the window, right after he finished I just went back
home. (I didn't jack off, I just had to mention that because it was less
of a turn on than it was validation that I wasn't a pervert.) I went home
and watched a TV show and came back to his house an hour later. I
knocked on the window, he saw me and came around and let me in. It
was like nothing happened, I didn't mention anything and he didn't act
any differently than usual. He was wearing different clothes than I had
saw him in when he masturbated, I saw the pants in the hamper in the corner of his room.
chance that I got when he was out of the room I picked out the pants and
examined them. I saw the cum dried up where he had wiped it earlier. The goo
reminded me of a giant snail trail. I sniffed the dried area but
couldn't tell if I was smelling the fabric itself or the dried cum. I
put the pants back before he came in again. The next time I masturbated,
I didn't feel bad about it at all.
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