My best friend and I learned about masturbation from an older boy (Billy) in our neighborhood. It was the summer I turned 11. My friend was 10 and Billy was 14. It all took place in the woods behind my friend's house. Billy actually did a good job explaining where babies came from, starting with the intriguing announcement that girls have three holes versus men's two, their third being for babies to get out. He then described ovulation and the womb and the menstrual cycle. Next, he brought up fertilization, the man's role in making a woman's egg into a baby. He stated that when a man hugs and kisses his wife in bed, his dick gets bigger and harder, so he can slide it into her third hole where it feels really good, and rubbing it in and out makes it feel even better, and doing it long enough causes a white creamy liquid to shoot out, which if it gets to an egg in the womb, makes it become a baby.
I wasn't too certain about all this. The third hole made sense because women were having babies before there were hospitals, even before there were doctors. But your dick changing size and squirting something other than pee seemed a little far-fetched. Billy replied that obviously you didn't want to find out by doing this with a girl before you were married. You don't want to risk getting her pregnant. But the good news is that the dick doesn't know the difference between a woman's third hole and your own hand. It just really likes to be stroked and that's all it takes. Then he asked if we'd like to see. We quickly agreed.
My friend and I watched Billy take down his pants and start stroking his dick. Amazingly, it did just as he predicted. After a short while, he paused so we could see that it was clearly bigger and harder, standing straight up. Then he continued, making noises that sounded like he was enjoying the experience, and finally uttered: "Yeah ... here it comes!" Sure enough, several spurts of white creamy liquid gushed from his dick, clearly nothing like pee. A startling, dramatic and convincing display.
Billy suggested that we try. My friend agreed, so we pulled out our dicks and started stroking. Just as Billy had said, they got bigger and harder, and it felt extremely good. Billy commented that we could touch ourselves and, if we had a girlfriend it would be okay if she does it for us which would feel even better, but we should never let another guy do it because then we'd be queer. I forget whether my friend or I came first, but we both did, except we didn't squirt out any white cream. Billy explained that that was normal and was called a dry cum. With a little time, we'd have wet cums. That, by the way, was the only formal sex education I ever had. Everything else I learned was on-the-job training,
I was quickly hooked on masturbation. I don't recall if it was as much as daily, but it was often. Even though I wasn't ejaculating, I selected the bathroom as the best place because it was the only room where the door would not unexpectedly fly open. It was at least several weeks, and maybe a few months later, when I was happily stroking away, sitting on the toilet, and was surprised by powerful spurts of white creamy semen that coated the tile wall across from the commode. Fortunately, it was easy to clean up. After that, I learned to lean forward and point my dick into the bowl just as the moment of climax approached.
I was the first in my group to achieve a wet cum. But when my friend and another contemporary both achieved the same status, we occasionally had group jack off contests to see who could cum first or shoot furthest. This was a more enjoyable replacement for our pee contests on distance, duration or height. My friend also shared the "Photo" magazines that he found in his parents' bedroom, featuring dazzling displays of female breast and air-brushed crotches, with which we might jack off together just for fun. This group activity may have lasted until we were 13 or 14.
At 14, I passed up my first opportunity for a hand job. One summer evening, swapping suggestive jokes with a girl in the neighborhood, she invited me to feel her breasts, and I quickly accepted. I thought it would be a quick sample, but she let my fingers linger. After awhile she commented that there were button on a girl's blouse for a reason. I took the hint and found my way inside to her bra, which she nicely lifted up out of the way. A little later, she suggested that I might want to feel other interesting parts of her body. I hadn't seen that coming. I was eager to accept, but was afraid that if I did, she'd feel free to explore the bulge in my pants, which I was sure would immediately cause an embarrassing and messy result. I was on the edge and definitely envisioned me cumming. So I evaded her suggestion and the moment passed. Only later I realized that if I had offered to take out my dick if she wanted to jack me off, it likely would have been accepted. So I had to wait 'til I was 17 before I had a girlfriend who was happy to easy my burden of frequent masturbation.
Today, I'm 72 and still jacking off regularly. But I can report that so far, there have always been women out there who have been happy to lend a helping hand ... or more.
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