
MY PUBERTY

I can remember getting a hard-on from age 4, or maybe even earlier.  I
always knew that it happened, but I suppose even then it was something so
private that it never got discussed with my parents or anyone else.  I can
recollect having a profound realization when I was 6 years old, and fishing
with some other boys on the bank of the Delaware River.  My friend's older
brother exclaimed "my weiner's stiff".  I knew instantly what he meant, and
I realized that my prepubescent erections were shared by others.  I swear
that I can still hear his exact words.

Years later when I was in sixth grade I had my first actual sexual contact
with another person.  The year was 1973, and the entire sixth grade class
(the boys anyway) was a bunch of perverts.  I don't think any of us knew
what sex really was, but we took any and every opportunity to punch or kick
any other guy in the nuts whenever he wasn't looking.  Some of the girls
were starting to develop breasts, and as rude as it sounds we would punch
them in the tits (hard!) whenever the opportunity presented itself.  The
teachers were so naive that they appeared not to notice.  We even caused
our sexy female student teacher have a nervous breakdown and resign.  I
suppose SHE would have been called a pervert if she had accused 12 year old
boys of tweaking her nipples.

I was assigned a seat next to a boy named Peter (how ironic, at least his
name wasn't Dick!).  The desks were set up in pairs so that there were two
kids sitting close to each other, but separated from the next pair across
the aisle.  I don't really remember how it started, but it after a few
weeks Peter and I started fondling each other during class.  Every chance
we got we would be rubbing each other's crotch under the desk.  I remember
feeling wary at first, thinking that the other kids would see, but they
just didn't seem to notice, even though we sat in the front row.  We would
each take turns, and after a few tentative strokes on the crotch of our
Levi's, we would open the zipper and slid our hand all the way in.  It felt
really good having his hand on my cock.  It's a good thing that neither one
of us knew how to whack off yet, or our secret would certainly have been
out of the bag.  I remember one time when the class had some kind of quiet
study time.  Peter and I pushed our little cubby-hole desks into the
doorway of the supply closet in the back of the room.  Only the front of
the desks were left sticking out of the cabinet.  The closet had three
doors, and we were occupying two of them.  At one point we closed the doors
and played with each other's cock in the dark for ten minutes or so with
our pants wide open, but I never actually got to see his cock.  He and I
weren't really friends outside of school, so we never got to explore
further.  This may have been in part to mutual guilt feelings, or fear that
someone would catch us if we were too private.  The fact that Peter had a
twin brother may have had something to do with it.  His sibling was a bit
chubby, and didn't interest me.

I was always hard while Peter was rubbing my cock.  He was hard sometimes,
but mostly not.  Looking back, I realize that I was beginning to mature
physically, and I remember thinking that his cock seemed to feel smaller
than mine.  I don't know why or when we stopped playing with each other,
but I think he may have transferred to a private school in seventh grade.
I can still feel his hand in my pants, and sometimes I think of him when
I'm whacking off.  I'll never forget Peter, even though it has been over 25
years.  It was over 10 years until I touched another guy's dick; however, I
managed to get plenty of pussy first.

I'm pretty sure that it was during the summer between grades 6 and 7 that I
learned to jerk-off.  I would always get hard while I was taking my evening
bath.  One night, while drying off in my bedroom, I started lightly rubbing
the underside of my dick-head with one fingertip.  It felt really good, and
eventually the sensation built to what I now know is an orgasm.  It nearly
killed me!  I had never felt anything so good in my life.  I didn't come,
it was totally dry.  At the time I actually knew all the technical textbook
stuff about sex (my friend's dad had medical books).  I had read about
"masturbation" and "orgasm", but I didn't put two and two together.  I was
sure that I had discovered something that no one else in the world knew
about.  Eventually, I started "bonerating" (as I called it) every night.  I
either did it in the bathtub, or under my covers in bed at night.  A few
times in bed I thought that I felt something wet, but I assumed it was only
sweat.

The first time I saw my ejaculation was while driving across the country
with my family on our summer vacation.  I was in the back seat next to my
sister and I popped a boner.  I was wearing cut-off jeans, and my
peckerhead was almost sticking out the leg of my shorts.  I slowly and
discretely stroked my swollen dick with my finger until I got that really
good feeling.  I was shocked when a big load of hot white jiz spewed out
onto my thigh!  I knew right away what it was, and everything suddenly made
sense.  Fortunately for me, no one else in the car noticed.  Whew!  After
that I restricted my sessions to more private situations.  I estimate that
I have jerked-off well over 10,000 times since that day 25 years ago.

The following year I started junior high school.  It was a huge school (500
students in my grade).  The school building was brand new and had an indoor
swimming pool.  I had the unforgettable pleasure of seeing a bunch of my
classmates naked for the first time when we had to take swimming in
phys-ed.  It was quite exciting when me and thirty other 12-13 year old
boys had to change into our swimsuits in front of each other.  I'd give
anything just to be there again with all those smooth young naked bodies
exposed to each other for the first time.  Although everyone acted like
they weren't looking, you know that each and every one of the was.  My own
dick was really starting to develop by this time.  I never had really
noticed that it had grown in the last few months, only that a few downy
hairs had sprouted on my young balls.  I was totally shocked when I saw
that my cock was about three times bigger than anyone else's!  I was really
embarrassed, but the wonderful view in front of me made it worthwhile.  I
came to dread swim class because the tight skimpy bathing suits could
barely contain the many erections I got during every class.  Believe it or
not, for several years after that I actually prayed that my dick would get
smaller.  To make matters worse, there was one other guy in the class who
had a big one like mine, but he had a lot more pubic hair.  The
embarrassing part was that he was the class nerd.  I mean that he was a
big-time geek, dork, book-worm, who everyone hated and made fun of (but no
one ever mentioned his big cock).  My young mind was in agony worrying
about being so well hung, but at least everyone else was so embarrassed
that they never spoke about the other boys body's (you know how locker
rooms are).  In subsequent years I hardly ever got to see any other dicks.
No one ever took showers at our school.  After I went to college, I came to
realize that my member was still above average, but now it doesn't
embarrass me.

The End.
