Date: Sun,  9 Nov 2003 23:24:24 +0100 (CET)
From: thrusterandbryn@fsmail.net
Subject: Thruster's First Time Part 1

         A few months earlier I had, what I now know to have been, a wet
dream at night and had experienced that beautiful cock sensation that
accompanied it, but I had no idea how it happened and how I could cause it
to happen again. I hadn't touched my cock at all, but it had gone hard all
on it's own and had not only spurted out a sticky white substance but had
sent me into all sorts of excruciating pleasure. How did this wonderful
thing happen and how could I experience it again? I so desperately wanted
to know and how did it cause my foreskin to get all sticky. This was an
experience an eight year old had with with his own cock so how could I ask
anybody else what had happened to me. I decided to not tell a soul unless
it happened again. I would make a decision at that time and not before. I
thought it was something we were not supposed to have or do...It was
illegal, the police would get to know and I would be sent to hell...too
risky to speak about. It was only me and nobody else having these
experiences after all!
        Time passed and on this particular day I heard the older boys in
the playground at school chuckling and talking about a coloured crayon
picture one of them had brought into school. It was of a naked boy - one of
their older brothers had drawn. It showed him laying on the bed with his
hand on his stiff penis. Later I learned that this was known as `having a
wank' but I did not appreciate at the time the significance this wonderful
action would have in my life yet to come. A close friend of mine told me
that he had seen his brother doing that at night and had threatened to
`beat-him-up' if ever he told his parents. He, also, did not realise the
significance of this pleasure. All he knew was that if he said anything or
even done it himself he was in for a good beating.
        My friend and I decided that we were going to hold our cocks in bed
that night and see what the fuss was all about and report back our findings
to each other the next day.
        My friend always went to bed earlier than his brother so he had a
good hour in private. I did not have a brother, only a silly sister, and
was lucky enough to have my own room. I held my cock and moved my hand up
and down until I got hard. I enjoyed the experience immensely but cannot
admit to having my first proper wank, that takes practice, but I can admit
to having my first artificially stimulated wet dream. I had cum for the
first time by my own actions. Jesus it was good. It was so unreal I had to
do it again. Three times I did it that night and the next morning my cock
was so sore and sticky. I even raised a sort of suspicion with my Mother
when I had a shower without even having to be told to. This was a small
oversight on my part but I managed to brush it off by saying that it had
been so hot last night in bed that I was all sweaty. That seemed to work
and nothing else was mentioned. Thank goodness my sister didn't hear.
        My friend and I compared notes the next day and it turned out I had
experienced something he hadn't. Being an eight year old and now fully
experienced in this sort of thing provided me with all of the correct
authority to explain in great detail how to have a wank properly. My friend
listened in awe, and he soon became as much of an expert as me.

Neither of us felt the need to discuss it anymore...we had done it so now
was the time to move on.

Thank goodness wanking isn't like that. When you have had your first real
wank you are hooked as though it was a drug. It is something you have to do
for the rest of your life and those that say otherwise are liars. The only
thing my friend and I didn't do, along with the rest of the class, is admit
to regular wanking. This secret pleasure stayed private with me until I was
thirteen years old.
            I was now in a more senior school and had made new friends. It
was a mixed school and we all tried our best to catch a glimpse of these
strange bumps girls were growing on their chests. They got all ratty if you
tried to touch them and called for teacher. My friends and I had so many
bollockings that year from the teachers for molesting girls it was
unreal. We guys used to touch each other up, so why could we not do the
same to girls? What was wrong with girls? Why did they giggle so much? Why
did they always go round in twos and threes? Why could we not get them into
a one-on-one situation? Thank goodness I never succeeded. Jesus, I could
have been married to one now if I had been successful!
            It was now the end of the summer term and the school sports
day. My events were in the pool; the back-stroke and four-lengths
medley. The school pool had a small number of changing cubicles and I was
detailed-off to share a cubicle with a guy who was two years my younger. I
did not know him. He was, however, a very pretty guy and I took an instant
like to him. We started to remove our clothes and both of us were down to
our briefs. He had a really beautiful body and, don't you know, it was at
that very point when my penis decided it was about time to embarrass me by
beginning to grow. I turned my back on this guy and quickly removed my
briefs and put on my speedos. I did, however still have an embarrassing
bulge. He had already changed into his speedos and he noticed my bulge as I
turned around. He grinned, opened the door and left for his event. My bulge
took ages to subside and I had to wrap a towel around me to cover up the
misbehaving penis. My events were both later than his and we did not get to
change back into our clothes together. In fact I never saw the guy again
that day.
            In bed that night my cock stayed stiff for hours as I
fantasised as to what could have happened. I wanted to see this guy
naked. Did he have a foreskin? How long was his cock? I dreamed of
undressing him and doing all sorts of sexy things to him, but every time I
managed to get his speedos off the dream went cloudy. I had learned the
devastating truth about frustration. God I wanted that guy so badly! I made
it my mission.
            The school; broke up for the summer holidays and I was faced
with just over two months away from my beautiful guy. It was an unbearable
thought. I was in love with a guy and had no way to show that love. I
didn't even know his name or where he lived.
            Some of my other friends and I met daily at the beach and we
all tried to `pull a girl'. They were still so giggly and silly, and still
we could not break their little groups up, although we did get to see a few
titties, albeit from afar and not those that we could touch.
            On one particular day my parents were out shopping and my
one-year sister came over to me and as we were fairly close she had no
problem in asking me what I thought about sex. This is the very first time
I had heard anybody in my family saying that word and it took me by
surprise. Being the all-knowing and all-experienced thirteen year old that
I was I said to my sister, "well what do you want to know?" She wanted to
know what she had to do with the foreskin when the man got his dick
out. Does she have to pull it back, or does he? Will it get in the way?
What does she have to do? After I had overcome a fit of the red faces I
told her that when a guys cock goes hard the average foreskin becomes part
of the skin of the shaft and that she will not have to do anything. Being a
girl of fourteen she then asked the question all shy young brothers of
thirteen dread -- "Please can I see yours? I will show you mine."
        I have already told you we are a very close family and I love my
sweet Sis, so I said, "what the hell, why not". She was out of her clothes
in a flash and begging me to get mine off quicker.  I don't know why but I
never got an erection, even when I was so close to those up-to-now so
elusive titties. What magnificent organs they are to look at. I was naked
and my sister was really up close to my limp cock. "Please let me hold it,"
she begged. "Carry on," I replied. She felt all over the shaft and foreskin
and pulled it back a couple of times to see what was underneath. "Does that
not hurt?" she asked. "Quite the opposite," I explained. With all of that
handling my cock began to show the signs of a little stiffness. The girl
giggled. "Why do you girls do that?" I asked Sis. She was so engrossed in
my ever growing cock that I don't think she heard me. I was fully erect by
now and my Sister was enjoying every minute. She had seen her first erect
penis.
         To be perfectly honest I had never seen somebody elses erect penis
and I was jealous of my sister. I desperately wanted to see another
erection. I did, however get to kiss and fondle titties, a not altogether
bad experience. I liked it. I did also get to peer into a girls
vagina. What a messy looking thing. I asked her to tell me about it. She
showed me her clitoris and where to rub to make her excited. But nothing
got hard, nothing looked any different from when it wasn't excited. What a
boring bit of equipment a vagina was. It did nothing for me at all. We
heard our parents returning so we got dressed and went to our own
rooms. Thank goodness I didn't have to explain wanking to my sister. My
private pleasure could have become a family talking point. How
embarrassing. Mums and Dads know nothing about wanking after all, and
that's the way it should always be.
            A few weeks later I went to the beach and there to my instant
pleasure was my guy from the swimming pool, he was in his speedos. He had
four girls with him. My cock sprang into immediate service and was
demanding instant recognition for spotting the love of my dreams. I told my
cock to behave and not give the game away. How could I approach my guy with
the front of my shorts bulging out like that? I returned home quickly and
put on a tighter pair of briefs over the ones I had on. It hid the bulge
but was very uncomfortable, and back to the beach I went.  He was still
there, girls and all. They were still in a gang and giggling; I have never
to this day managed to solve that puzzle. I approached the group and -- wow
-- he recognised me. The guy of my dreams actually recognised me. "I looked
out for you after the gala," he said, "Where did you get to?"
        "Oh, I had to hand in my card," I told him. I didn't have to
really, but I had to say something.
        "I need to talk to my friend," he called out to the girls, and he
and I walked out of ear-shot of the girls. "Still got a stiffy on," he
asked. I thought to myself, "Jesus, is it still showing," and looked down
at my crotch. It looked normal thank goodness, but I blushed. He grinned
and told me that he had got a hard on in that cubicle and had to leave
before he made a fool of himself. Wow! My guy got all excited when he was
with me. My cock began to hurt even more. "Fancy a swim?" he asked. And
rushed into the water. I called out that I did not have my speedos with
me. If he waited five minutes I would nip home and get them and join him in
the water. I returned with my speedos already on and rushed into the water
before he had time to notice my hard-on. I swam to him and noticed he was
grinning. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He was naked and I
was touching a silky smooth erect penis. My guys penis. Wow! I was in
heaven. I massaged the shaft and felt that he too had a foreskin. It slid
gracefully up and down the shaft as I rubbed. His foreskin was longer than
mine.  "Where are your speedos?" I asked, "Without them it is going to be
embarrassing getting out of the water."
        "I have threaded them onto my ankle," he said and began to lower
mine. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been. My speedos floated to the
surface and I grabbed them quickly before any other swimmers spotted them
and realised what we were up to. I learned my guys name for the first
time. It was of course a perfect name and I should have realised that it
was the only name that suits him. He took my cock and began to massage it
gently. I was in ecstasy and soon filled the ocean with the fruits of my
loins. I responded by bringing my guy to a beautiful orgasm. We got back
into our speedos and for the first time in hours my cock laid back softly
and satisfyingly. We agreed to meet up the next day at his house as his
parents were away. Wow, what a day that was, and I got to see my very first
beautiful erection. The day was delightful, but that is another story.

If you want to know that story, email I suggest you now read Part 2 when I
have published it.