My First Story, My First Time

I’d just turned 13 and I'd gone up to my room after dinner, supposedly to finish my homework. I had been getting regular erections for months and enjoyed playing with them, stroking my cock a little at night, or admiring it in the mirror, sometimes coaxing my hardness until I produced a bit of precum which I tasted and rather liked, but I had no real idea what was happening. I knew that sex was a thing, that it was something nice, that it was what made babies, but I didn't really know anything about the mechanism, despite having had a few brief snatched looks at my Dad’s copy of the ‘Joy of Sex’ that he kept in his bottom bedside drawer. I thought sex was something that only happened when you were in bed with a girl, and there wasn’t much you could do by yourself. However, there was one little section in the Joy of Sex that had intrigued me, and that was a short paragraph on ‘Slow Masturbation’. I didn’t understand much of the preamble but there were a few sentences that stuck in my mind.

“She should hold the root of his penis with one hand and with the other pull the skin back as far as it will go with finger and thumb. Then she starts quick, sharp, nervous strokes - each one quick, that is, but timed at one per second, no faster. After about twenty of these, about ten very quick strokes. Then she resumes the slow rhythm. And so on.” 

Maybe I could try this on myself, it might be nice. I was on the path to making a surprising discovery.

I messed about in my room for a bit, tidying up, generally procrastinating over my homework, and then began to feel that increasingly familiar, tingling and swelling sensation that I was starting to get a hardon. I decided to have a little look at it and touch it for a while so I took off my clothes and admired myself in the mirror and just touching my young hard cock felt very nice. I sat down on the edge of the bed, knees wide, and recalled the passage in the book. I decided to try it. Gripping the base of my cock with my left hand I held the skin just behind the head with a finger and thumb of my right hand, started the quick, sharp strokes and counted to twenty. Then ten quick strokes and back to the slow ones. I don’t know how many times I repeated the pattern but it wasn’t long before this began to feel very nice indeed. Too nice. In fact it was a little bit scary. This unfamiliar, strong, powerful feeling deep in my groin. So I stopped and the feeling began to subside. I wasn’t sure I should be doing this. Maybe I could damage myself. But it did feel very nice and I was still very hard and there was some of that nice precum leaking out. I started the routine again. Twenty short sharp strokes no faster than once a second then ten very quick ones and back to the slow ones. Soon that amazing feeling began to build again and I let it get a bit stronger than the first time before stopping once more. It felt incredible. What was going on? What would happen if next time I started to get that feeling, I didn’t stop. What if I carried on?  I was excited, highly aroused, and full of curiosity.

I started again. Gripping the base of my cock with my left hand I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around it behind the head and repeated the routine. I could feel that amazing sensation building up again and it was getting stronger. It was spreading outward from its core and I lost my focus on all the counting and the quick and slow strokes and my action evolved into a rhythmic tug and then… I lost all control. The feeling was awesome and then a deep powerful pumping sensation began and a stream of milky white fluid came spurting out of the tip of my cock. Then a stronger one that landed a few feet away. I wondered what the hell was happening as yet another gush of white stuff landed on the carpet. Soon the pumping began to subside and the sensation weaken, and in a few moments it was all over. My cock started to soften and I became aware of the mess I had made and the strong pollen smell of my first ejaculation. I had a real buzz for a good time after, and if nothing bad became of me, I would definitely be doing that again.