Learning To Beat My Meat

When I was in my early teens, I was visiting a friend, who told me it really felt good to beat your meat. I think he had learned this from some neighbor boys who were a little older and lived very close to him. I had noticed that some of them were in early to mid puberty. He gave no other explanation but I sensed it had something to do with my dick.

I couldn't wait to try this great new experience that felt so good. That night, after going to bed and waiting for my younger brother to go to sleep, I pulled down my tighty whities, which all of us wore at that time, and started to 'beat my meat' by slapping my penis back and forth with my hand, which is what I guessed Johnny meant by beating your meat. I guess my dick had actually grown some, but I had never noticed it, and my dick was now about 4 1/2 to 5 inches, but still very slender. I suppose I had had other erections, but I don't recall them prior to that night. I had just the beginning of a few pubic hairs. My balls had also grown a little and were hanging down now. I had just never noticed these things until that night. When you're young and know nothing about puberty, you just don't usually notice these things.

With slapping my penis back and forth with my hand, it very quickly got rock hard, but didn't feel all that great. I certainly hadn't felt that great feeling that had been promised to me. Some way or other I decided to put my thumb and two fingers around my dick and started to pump it up and down. I have no idea how I so quickly jumped to this solution. This very quickly felt great, and before long it felt wonderful. I had had my first dry orgasm although I didn't know that term at the time. I was instantly hooked and beat my meat 6-10 times per day. With dry cums I could cum, remain hard, and go for two or three times without stopping. I soon taught my best friend about masturbating. I went through puberty earlier than my friends, and before long my penis began to grow longer and thicker, and I had a nice bush of pubic hair.

I remember very well changing to go swimming with several of my friends who had not yet gotten much into puberty, and one made the comment that I was growing a beard in the wrong place. I continued to beat my meat every chance I had. After many hundreds of dry cums, I was beating my meat out in the woods behind my house and had my first ejaculation. After that I could still cum once, maintain an erection and then go for another time. I soon discovered edging, which I had no idea about at that time. I loved to read and would lie in bed for hours reading and masturbating with edging.

I continued to masturbate at least 3-4 times per day and often many more for many years. Back in the 50's, there was no sex education, and parents certainly rarely discussed it. Everyone just had to figure it out or be taught by a friend. I did manage to find a book that my parents had that talked about sex, and I read it over and over. I will forever be grateful to Johnny for introducing me to such a wonderful experience of 'beating my meat.