Date: Mon, 25 May 2020 23:34:49 -0700 From: Connor t_w_e_l_v_e Subject: Eleven Year Old Fun This is the true story of my first sexual experiences, starting at 11 years old. I thought I would write a story about it so I don't forget details later on, and I thought to submit it to Nifty so others could hear about it too. The first time I discovered masturbation was when I was 11. I had heard about sex from somewhere, and I was super curious to see what it looked like. At the time, my parents were really overprotective of my device usage at night, and I wasn't allowed to be on my phone after going to bed. However, I had started sneaking YouTube videos before then, almost getting caught a few times. Nevertheless, I still felt super guilty of searching what sex looked like. I had no idea what porn was, or that you could use your mouth, I only thought of sex as penis going into vagina. I remember first searching in Google Images "sex" but nothing vulgar came up, just a bunch of clothed people. So instead I searched "naked sex" and finally saw some images. I thought it looked weird, but I liked it somehow, yet still I was overwhelmed and went to bed. The next night, I got more curious and thought to look up videos. I switched from image search to normal searched and typed my keyword of "naked sex" and it didn't take long to find my first (straight) porn video. I still remember the title: "Olivia gets naked to have sex." It was a YouPorn video. I remember getting turned on by this, and looking back I was less interested in the girl but more in the many guys in the video; the detail I remember most is the camera guys with their cocks out of their jeans. When I first started masturbating, I didn't need porn. The thoughts were enough. At first I didn't know what jerking off was, yet I discovered that I could slather my saliva all over my hairless balls and 1.5-inch shaft and that it felt really good. I would just rub my fingers around and around my wet, hard cock for a bit and that would be all. What I remember of my boycock was that it was completely the same color as the rest of my skin, and that my foreskin covered my head completely even when I was hard. My shaft itself was about an inch and a half long when I was hard, and it pointed straight out, not up at all. That and my balls hadn't dropped- they were the same color, small, and much closer to my body. After a few weeks fondling my wet boycock, I found that by covering my balls in saliva, putting my underwear back on and letting it dry, it felt amazing later pulling my underwear off which had stuck to my balls. I remember doing this for a while, and I also remember racing to the bathroom, still hard, to clean my saliva off. I would fill a small plastic cup with hot water, and put my balls and dick in the cup, feeling the warmth. I did all this without even hearing about masturbation. When I heard of jerking off, I had no clue how to do it or even what it was, so I did the logical thing for my 11-year-old mind and searched "how to jerk off" on YouTube. The video mentioned going on your side, putting your hand around your shaft and moving up and down until something happened. I put three fingers on my shaft (it wasn't big enough for my whole hand), and it felt good, but I didn't know when to stop so I would stop jerking randomly. But one time, I started feeling a growing sensation, and stopped because I was scared I was going to pee and I didn't want to make a mess. After feeling the sensation more times over the coming weeks, I decided not to stop. This was when I had my first orgasm, and I remember feeling so much pleasure while thinking "I just discovered the greatest thing ever." Of course, nothing came out of my underdeveloped cock, but I didn't expect it to- I didn't even know what cum was. But that didn't stop me from doing my naughty things whenever I was alone at night. For a couple months, nothing still came out, and the appearance of my boycock didn't change. I remember the first time something did come out. After I finished, I noticed and felt that there was the slightest drop of slimy, clear liquid at the tip of my foreskin. It was as if I put a single drop of slimy goo right on my tip. It had the consistency of precum at the time. I didn't know what it was and didn't really think twice about it. Over time, the drop got bigger. My 11-year-old masturbation was always done on my side, so I remember the first drop of sperm falling onto my bed sheet. I had no clue what it was, and it took quite a few porn videos to, over time, learn that this liquid happened after sex, or in my case, jerking off. At some point, I made the switch from jerking off on my side to doing it on my back, cumming my drops onto my chest. It was probably because the stain from my young cum showed on the bed, and I didn't want my parents to find out. I would clean the drops of cum from my belly with the inside of my shirt, and it wasn't a problem since it was such a small amount. That is how my masturbation journey went, all over the span of several months just after turning 11. However, there was more. I was still 11, innocent, clueless, and discovering the joys of jerking off when I saw a porn video of a girl giving a guy a blowjob. This was around the time I discovered orgasm- I was dying to know what it felt like to use more than just a hand so I turned to the only logical person I could think of- my brother. He was 2 years younger than me, having turned 9 just a month or so ago. I remember being hard in my shorts and trotting over to his room. I explained the situation to him, telling him that grown-ups put their mouths on other grown-ups' penises, and that it wasn't gross but it would feel really good. Also I agreed that if he were to put his mouth around me that I would do the same to him and that he would like it. Him, being more innocent than me, obliged as long as I cleaned my dick first because he thought it was a little gross. I got a washcloth and wiped mine, and he wiped his in front of me. His boycock looked nearly identical to mine- about an inch/inch and a half long. He must have liked the idea of pleasure because he was definitely a bit stiff when cleaning himself with the wet washcloth. Finally, checking to make sure nobody was around, we closed the door in his room and he lied on his bed, his pants to his knees and his dick pointing straight up like a baby carrot. I remember when my lips went down to meet it, I missed it and it went along my cheek. I tried again and this time it went into my mouth. I closed my lips along his shaft and started going up and down fairly rapidly, trying not to let my teeth touch it because I heard that hurt. I remember feeling his slightly warm, very wet, semi-hard yet VERY soft and smooth cock on the inside of my mouth. It was small enough that I could take the whole thing without a second thought. I never thought to apply suction, I thought all the pleasure was from the wetness and the sliding in and out. I stopped and let his smooth wet cock leave my mouth. I asked him how it felt. "Good, I guess," he responded. "Your turn," I told him. At this point, I was so hard that you could see a slight tent in my sporty shorts. Something about the texture, feel and size of my brother's young cock turned me on a lot, and I was excited to find out what it felt like the other way around. We switched positions, and although my cock looked the same as his it was definitely a lot harder and ever-so-slightly longer. It stood straight out when I lied back on the bed with my pants down. My brother looked fairly disgusted at the thought- to him, penises were only used for nasty things and the concept of pleasure to him was completely new. "Come on, just put your mouth around it. And remember no teeth," I urged him. He hesitated, until finally doing it. He carefully put my dick in his mouth. I felt his hot breath travelling along the area, then his lips making an `O' around my little shaft, until finally his tongue rested alongside it. He held my hardness there in his mouth, resting around it carefully as though it were a small lollipop. The whole time, he looked slightly disgusted but the more he kept it there the more used to it he got. He started to bob his head up and down, my shaft smoothly sliding in and out the wet warmth of his mouth. It felt amazing. Sometimes, his teeth would brush along the side, and although it felt good and sent shivers up my spine I reminded him to not let his teeth brush against it because disregarding my feeling I thought it was bad to do. He moved his mouth up and down my dick, covering it in his saliva. I remember feeling amazed, wishing we could keep going. With my cock in his warm mouth, I heard my stepmom calling one of us from downstairs, and he quickly let my dick loose. We scurried and put our smooth wet boycocks back in our underwear, me being still hard. We exchanged a few words of how that felt good, I thanked him and reminded him not to tell anyone ever and as quickly as it started he ran downstairs. If there is anything I could take away from that experience, it would be the feeling of what his dick felt like in my mouth. It was incredibly unique. It was hard, yet the wet skin was slippery and soft. There were no veins, no wrinkles, no hair and nothing in the way between my tongue and his barren shaft. Sucking him felt like a lollipop but squishier and better in every single way. I wish that day we had done more, but that was the last time we did anything together. I wish I had done it longer until I came in his mouth. I wish we didn't clean with washcloths so I could have gotten a taste. I wish I licked more than just his shaft, maybe going down to his testacles. I wish we had done more than just quick blowjobs, that I knew how good it felt to be inside someone at the time and I had asked if I could fuck him. But this is all wishful thinking- our time together was always kept between us and was never spoken of again. I am 99% sure he forgot entirely. But I didn't, and I'm happy this memory is engraved in me forever.