Date: Thu, 1 May 2014 00:58:03 +1000 From: Colin Barnard Subject: Enjoying Myself Here's my true story of my sexual awakening at the age of 11. If you are offended by underage sexual experiences then please hit the back button. Otherwise, read on... I was 11 years old and starting to find myself starting to discover new urges. My older sister was 15 and she'd told me about 'sex' and how boys and girls 'do it' and of course it was at that time that boys in my school started to joke about wanking. No-one really admitted to doing it but it was a running joke with boys doing the wanker 'O' sign with their thumb and forefinger. My sister had lots of friends who'd come around our house and they'd include me in their antics. One of them, Tim, was a bit quieter than the rest and my sister and the other friends often took the piss out of him for reasons that weren't obvious - I guess kids are just cruel. Over time Tim and I became friends and he showed me how to make a really good go-kart and also introduced me to smoking (it was the late 1980s afterall). After a while when he came around our house after school he'd just see me if my sister wasn't at home - he just liked to get out of his house because his Mum was there all the time and very strict. My Mum, however was working and because my sister was 15 she trusted us to behave until she got back at 5.30pm. That gave Tim and I about 2hrs to mess about when my sister went AWOL. One day we're working in the garage on his bike and he asks me to pull down the door which I did. He pulls a magazine out of his bag and it's 'Men Only' - a porno mag which he'd found in his Dad's bedside table. I'd heard about porno mags but never seen one. He opened the magazine and looked, fascinated, as he flicked through the pictures of women in different poses exposing their pussies. As he did this I got hard and was a bit embarrassed. Whilst we joked about sex and wanking at school, this was just bravado. My own erection and my boyhood were still very private. I adjusted myself in my grey school trousers and Tim started to read one of the stories supposedly sent in by a reader. I was beyond excited and found the whole thing highly charged. Tim, somewhat oblivious just commented about wanting to 'do her' or 'fuck' this blonde chick in the centrefold. After what seemed like ages he said he had to get back and he asked me to keep his mag safe as he didn't want to put it back in his dad's bedside table but if he put it in his room his Mum would find out and he'd be in big trouble. I didn't need much persuading. That evening in my bed I got the magazine out and leafed its saucy pages. I read the stories and was harder than I'd ever been before. It was that evening that I thought I'd try 'wanking' and made my fingers into a 'O' shape and pulled back my tight, virgin foreskin. It would only go down half way and it was very painful so I went to the bathroom and got some of my Mum's hand cream and put it on but it was still too tight. I started to move my fingers over the half-concealed head but clearly didn't get the technique right or didn't try for long enough. I did enjoy it intensely though and tried a few more times that night. I guess I didn't know about orgasms but had heard about 'spunk' which I believed was kind of like peeing yourself. Anyway, nothing happened and I felt disappointed. The following day I went to school and asked my best friend, Mike, in my class who was one of the few that boasted about doing rude stuff and especially about wanking. He told me in great detail about how you have to pull the foreskin back and shake it up and down and after a while it feels amazing. I was intrigued. That afternoon after school, as usual Tim pops around. My sister was there too but he didn't even ask to see her and asked me if I still had his 'comic'. He went back to the garage and pulled the door down whilst I went to my bedroom to get the mag. When I got back and handed it to him he once again flicked through the pages. He then smiled and teased me by saying 'Hey Charlie - you been having some fun with this?' to which I lied and said 'no - I've just been looking after it'. He then turned the mag back at me and showed me on the story page where there was some greasy smear from my Mum's hand lotion. I'd been totally busted. I tried to make excuses but I could see he didn't care and he just told me it was fine and that he didn't realise I'd started wanking. I then explained that I definitely hadn't wanked and that I didn't really know what to do. He seem bemused. I asked him to explain to me what to do and he told me the same instructions as Mike at school: that I need to move my foreskin up and down until I felt a funny sensation. The next bit I remember as if it were yesterday because there was some confusion. I said "show me how" and he told me to lock the garage door which I thought was odd. It was then that I realised that he thought I meant 'show me as a demonstration' when what I meant was show me using your fingers on an imaginary dick in the air. Anyway, I lock the big garage door and the one between the garage and my house. By this point he's unzipping his flies. He put the magazine down on the workbench and then reaches inside his pants and pulls out his rock hard teen dick. I was mesmerised. He then beckons me over and says 'here, this is what you do'. He grabs the top of his dick lightly between his thumb and two fingers and very slowly he pulls back his foreskin to reveal a very dry and shiny purple head. (It was huge compared to my 10cm tool). He then very, very slowly pulls the skin back up, completely covering the head. I even remember thinking that it had a puckered skin peak unlike mine which gaped a little at the top when hard (still does). Anyway, he then pulls it down again, up again and so on. He then leans back and with his left hand picks up the magazine and looks at the girl on the centrefold and with his right hand, picks up the pace. He then looks over to me and says "okay, now it's your turn - come over here" and points to his left, meaning for me to do the same as him with the mag held out between the two of us on his left, my right. I was crapping myself by this point. The situation had gotten out of control and I was worried about being caught or something. "No way" I objected "I'm not getting my dick out in front of you. Are you a poof?". Tim seemed somewhat surprised and annoyed and replied "come on Charlie - you have to learn sometime, everyone does it". I was too embarrassed. It seems silly now but I was too shy. He didn't stop wanking through any of this and I could see he was really enjoying it. He was intent and insistent - I'd never seen him like this before, he was always such a quiet, chilled guy. "Come on Charlie - I will never give you another porno mag again unless you do it". I protested and wouldn't budge. At that point he put his dick back in his pants and lunged forward to grab me. A small tussle ensued but he was far bigger and stronger than me and eventually he pressed me up against the workbench. He was breathing heavily now and he wasn't joking around - he was dead serious. He moved his hand towards my packet and I tried to recoil. I couldn't move further back and I was stuck. With his left arm he pushed my chest back and with his right arm he grabbed my dick and balls through my trousers. Despite this new aggression I was still hard - I had never felt like this before. I went bright red, was on the verge of tears from the terror and he said "it's okay Charlie - it's totally natural, come on - get it out". I pleaded with him to back off a bit and promised I would consider it if he moved away. He agreed. As he moved back, I was shaking like a leaf and heavy-breathing. I was so excited and scared. I remember being able to hear my heart in my breathing. Trembling and terrified I slowly undid my flies. I reached into my underpants and pulled the waistband down. My little pre-teen dick popped out, stuck straight up and I was surprised to see it bobbing up and down with my heart beat. Tim hadn't taken his eyes off me for the entire time. "See Charlie, it's no big deal" He then told me to start wanking and at the same time had got his big, teen tool out again. I attempted to copy what I saw him doing but it was very painful. Without warning he pipes up "no, you're squeezing too hard - here, let me show you" and with that he reaches forward. Bemused I didn't move and as his hand moved towards my rock hard cock I stood there motionless. It was then I felt the most incredible feeling. It was like a bolt of electricity as the first hand other than my own to feel my hard little dick came into direct contact. I started panting - almost hyperventilating. With incredible care and lightness of touch, Tim's fingers wrapped around my foreskin and he gently pulled the skin back. It got half way and he stopped and moved back up. Then back down and back up in very small movements. I was totally at his mercy and it felt so good. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt to that point - like an itch being scratched or just something intensely more fulfilling than my own aborted efforts from the night before or the months of dry-humping my bed, pillow etc. He then tried a bit harder to pull the skin back with each downward stroke. Little by little he got the skin back further until one point it pulled back over the tiny purple, rock hard head. It really hurt but it felt good at the same time. He sensed me recoil a bit and half-said and half-whispered "tell me if it hurts too much". I told him it did hurt when he pulled it over the head. He went back to pulling it up and down but not over the head. I was beyond excited. He then said he would try to give me a 'blow job' and that it would feel much better and that I would be able to pull the skin right back without any pain. I wasn't convinced once he explained what he meant but he assured me that he regularly gave a blow job to Paul - one of my sister's other best mates who often came around our house but who had moved out of our town the end of the previous school year. I was kind of shocked but reassured that maybe this was more 'normal' than I realised. Feeling that we were already in deep, I relented and probably was in slight shock to be honest. At that he got down on his knees and without saying a word, put the whole thing, head, shaft and all in his mouth. Oh my God. If the wanking was amazing, this was something else. His tongue flicked around my boy dick and I could feel the warm, wetness of his mouth caress it. This went on for a few mins before he removed his head and stood back up. He was right, he was now moving my skin up and down, pulling it back and forth over my swollen helmet. After a few minutes I could feel my dick getting even harder if that were possible. Any pain was now a distant memory as Tim's three fingers skillfully glided my skin up and down. I could feel every millimeter of movement and I was struggling for breath. And then it happened. At first all my being had centred itself around the tip of my cock. Every nerve ending, every molecule of oxygen inhaled, every beat of my heart - everything now drew to a focus around the head of my engorged boy dick. I gulped and felt like I was going to pass out and then started to feel like I'd be sick. My knees shook and felt like they'd give way. My eyes rolled back in my head and then it then hit me in an uncontrolled convulsion and then bliss as wave after wave of fantastic, beautiful, terrifying and body-wrenching dry orgasm washed over my body. For that brief moment, Tim wasn't there, I wasn't there. It was just my brain and my hyper-sensitive cock for those exhilarating seconds or minutes - I don't remember. Then my mind came back in the room. Tim was continuing to stroke my dick but it has become very sensitive and ticklish and my arm instinctively moved to stop him. He gave a nervous laugh. "How was it Charlie?" he asked eagerly. "Oh my God Tim, that was bloody amazing" I said or something like it. I was still short of breath and, although it's a cliche, I remember my knees genuinely being weak and me having to prop myself up against the bench. I struggled to regain my composure and, after what seemed ages, eventually tucked my dick back in my underpants and did up my flies. I looked over to Tim's crotch and I saw his cock now getting limper and then I noticed a trail of cum all over the concrete floor. I knew it was this 'spunk' I had heard so much about but I didn't work out how it had happened and asked him. It was then that he was embarrassed. He admitted he'd come without even touching his dick just about when I came. I didn't realise what a rare thing that was at the time but of course I now realise that he was just so excited by wanking me and initiating me to the world of onanism. We guiltily cleaned up which took some time to wash his cum off the floor and surfaces, unlocked the door and went back inside the house. Thankfully no-one even noticed we'd be in there (or no-one said). So that was my first and my beautiful introduction to wanking. I am sure within days of my first failed attempt, I'd have worked it out myself but I look back so fondly to that moment. Some people will be offended by this story as I was an 11 yr old boy who was pressured by a 15 year old one into a sexual act and arguably made my first experience a gay one that has had a profound impact ever since. And after that event, sporadically for the next 3 years we'd find ourselves in situations where he'd come over to our house and I'd end up blowing him or he'd screw me but these times I had to almost beg him to do 'rude stuff' with me as I called it so I guess I turned the tables to an extent. I'll tell those stories some other time. He was ultimately just a highly-sexed, straight lad who, at the age of 15 would have screwed a farmyard animal if he could have caught one. He had a couple of failed marriages, a couple of kids along the way and is now living in Cornwall with his third wife and we've connected recently on FB but we don't speak about those days and he gives me monosyllabic responses to my questions which I take to mean "go away and how dare you come back into my life and spread the word about what we used to do". I do wonder if he ever closes his eyes and wanks at the thought of what we did like I do or thinks back to what he did with Paul when he was that horny teenager but I guess it doesn't matter. Judging by his FB profile shot, he's no looker these days. I hope you enjoyed hearing about my first masturbation experience. Reading some of these stories, it sounds like I am not the only one to have been initiated this way and I've had more than a few indulgent experiences reading the best ones.