That is a good question. Hope you will get some responses. I really had to think about it. I'm not sure how old I was but it was when we had moved back to Detroit so I was at least 9 or 10. Maybe 11. It was before I met Stephanie. I didn't really know much ("anything"
) about sex at the time (I had a "girlfriend" that I had kissed when I was 8--and that was it) but I had recently started having "wet dreams."
Sometimes I played with my cock and balls when I was alone. Often in the shower. Although it felt good I never "came." In fact I didn't even know you could do that...
One night I was in my room watching TV and wearing shorts and a t shirt, it was late summer. For no particular reason, I just started "playing with myself" but this time the feeling was more intense and my cock was hard. I still didn't know what I was doing. But as the feeling got more intense I realized I could stroke my shaft and head. I didn't want to stop. The feeling got more and more intense and suddenly I shot a huge load all over myself and the chair I was sitting in. It was all over my hand and I remember looking at it then tasting it.
It felt great but the feeling was short lived. Suddenly I was scared that my Mom might walk in on me as I had not locked the door to my room. I hurried to clean up the mess and figure out how to get rid of my clothes. It was then I realized that this was what you did with girls. Or at least to pictures on the computer...
