30 Years of Stories (Part 3) First Wank
1st Jul 2009
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I suppose like all kids my age I must have had a permanent erection, but I can’t remember ever having one. At school my ears pricked up at every bit of innuendo, lurid tale and sexual gossip. I could hardly concentrate on my school work and I watched everything and everyone closely in the hope that I would find another atom of sexual experience.
I was often the butt of Steve’s jokes, “can you cum?” he would say. “Come where” I would reply, much to his amusement. I didn’t realise I was being thick so his laughter didn’t upset me. “Have they dropped?” has what dropped? And so on. (You get the picture).
It must have been about the hundredth time that he had taken the piss out of me before he explained what he meant when he asked me if I could cum yet. Even though his description had been quite graphic I still didn’t understand what the fuck he was on about. That night my mum was out at the pub as usual so I had the perfect opportunity to have my first wank. Tugging away for what seemed like hours, my arm ached and I got absolutely no pleasure from the exercise what so ever. The white stuff that he talked about never materialised and I truly couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Still, if Steve was doing it every night I was doing it too. He was my hero after all!
It must have been a month before I shot my load for the first time. Now I understood! The feeling was incredible! Every muscle in my body convulsed in waves of pleasure. Sadly a load was a bit of an exaggeration it was more of a dribble really. I was pushing things after all; I was probably still under developed. To get my bollocks to full capacity I would have to wank continuously…so I did!
I can say with some certainty that I had a permanent hard on for at least the next five years. I probably did before this amazing point in my life but just didn’t understand its significance.
With Steve’s expert tutoring and my craving for knowledge I was soon up to speed in everything sexual…..or at least from a straight bloke’s perspective. Tits and Fanny didn’t interest me but I never took the time to question myself about this I was too busy trying to learn, trying to over hear a conversation or catch a glimpse of anything sexual. I remember the look my mother gave me when she caught me leaning over the back of the settee while her friend was sitting down chatting and mum caught me looking at her ample chest. Half of her thought “pervert” whilst the other half thought aww bless, he’s growing up. Little did she realise I was thinking, no, still can’t see the attraction!
The six week holidays were once again upon us and I was glad to be out of that shit hole called school. The teachers bored the arse off me and I had no connection with any of them. They had no idea who I was or what I was about, but then again no one did. As far as I was concerned I was unique. The truth was, I discovered later, I was different. The summers were hotter then and the nights were longer. My mum was a full time alcoholic by now so I had all day and most of the night to be who I wanted to be and be where I wanted to be. As long as I was home by eleven I was free to do what ever I wanted. Steve, Richard and I spent hours trying to fill the endless summer days and nights with trivial shit. Many an afternoon was spent on the common creeping up on parked cars watching the occupants fucking. Hours we spent on that common like snakes, slivering on our bellies trying to outwit the bosses in their fancy cars poking their secretaries in the lunch hour but we never caught a glimpse of naked body before we were spotted and the car drove away.
I would have spent all day and night there if I could but somehow Richard always seemed to fuck things up by getting spotted, in my opinion on purpose. The condoms were everywhere in the little dirt track that ran along side the reservoir, containing various quantities of spunk in various states of decomposition. The spunk within held a particular fascination for me. I thought that everyone produced exactly the same quantity and consistency when they shot, but clearly not. I wanted to see every cock in the world and I wanted to see every load, just so that I could make comparisons against my own. Did I have a big cock? Did I produce a large load? (Questions that I was desperate for an answer to).
I was often the butt of Steve’s jokes, “can you cum?” he would say. “Come where” I would reply, much to his amusement. I didn’t realise I was being thick so his laughter didn’t upset me. “Have they dropped?” has what dropped? And so on. (You get the picture).
It must have been about the hundredth time that he had taken the piss out of me before he explained what he meant when he asked me if I could cum yet. Even though his description had been quite graphic I still didn’t understand what the fuck he was on about. That night my mum was out at the pub as usual so I had the perfect opportunity to have my first wank. Tugging away for what seemed like hours, my arm ached and I got absolutely no pleasure from the exercise what so ever. The white stuff that he talked about never materialised and I truly couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Still, if Steve was doing it every night I was doing it too. He was my hero after all!
It must have been a month before I shot my load for the first time. Now I understood! The feeling was incredible! Every muscle in my body convulsed in waves of pleasure. Sadly a load was a bit of an exaggeration it was more of a dribble really. I was pushing things after all; I was probably still under developed. To get my bollocks to full capacity I would have to wank continuously…so I did!
I can say with some certainty that I had a permanent hard on for at least the next five years. I probably did before this amazing point in my life but just didn’t understand its significance.
With Steve’s expert tutoring and my craving for knowledge I was soon up to speed in everything sexual…..or at least from a straight bloke’s perspective. Tits and Fanny didn’t interest me but I never took the time to question myself about this I was too busy trying to learn, trying to over hear a conversation or catch a glimpse of anything sexual. I remember the look my mother gave me when she caught me leaning over the back of the settee while her friend was sitting down chatting and mum caught me looking at her ample chest. Half of her thought “pervert” whilst the other half thought aww bless, he’s growing up. Little did she realise I was thinking, no, still can’t see the attraction!
The six week holidays were once again upon us and I was glad to be out of that shit hole called school. The teachers bored the arse off me and I had no connection with any of them. They had no idea who I was or what I was about, but then again no one did. As far as I was concerned I was unique. The truth was, I discovered later, I was different. The summers were hotter then and the nights were longer. My mum was a full time alcoholic by now so I had all day and most of the night to be who I wanted to be and be where I wanted to be. As long as I was home by eleven I was free to do what ever I wanted. Steve, Richard and I spent hours trying to fill the endless summer days and nights with trivial shit. Many an afternoon was spent on the common creeping up on parked cars watching the occupants fucking. Hours we spent on that common like snakes, slivering on our bellies trying to outwit the bosses in their fancy cars poking their secretaries in the lunch hour but we never caught a glimpse of naked body before we were spotted and the car drove away.
I would have spent all day and night there if I could but somehow Richard always seemed to fuck things up by getting spotted, in my opinion on purpose. The condoms were everywhere in the little dirt track that ran along side the reservoir, containing various quantities of spunk in various states of decomposition. The spunk within held a particular fascination for me. I thought that everyone produced exactly the same quantity and consistency when they shot, but clearly not. I wanted to see every cock in the world and I wanted to see every load, just so that I could make comparisons against my own. Did I have a big cock? Did I produce a large load? (Questions that I was desperate for an answer to).
