I've posted a shprter verion of this before, but I'm posting it now to steer this group back too what it's suposed to be about. Post your stories--
When I was 9 or 10 I used to walk in on my 12-year-old brother naked and humping a pillow. I had no idea what he was doing, nor did I care at that point. He'd say, "Shh" and that was the universal code for "Keep this under your hat."
It wasn't til I was in 7th and 8th grade did I start to spend the time after I took off my school clothes, but before putting on my play clothes, looking at my dick as I made it hard just by thinking about it. While sitting on the toilet, I'd amuse myself by getting hard and soft. My grandmother had told me long ago not to touch myself because "it was dirty" so I never did. I'd just fantasize about being kidnapped by amazons who'd tie me up, fatten me, make me wear thongs or diapers and make me play with their breasts. (I was reading Edgar Rice Burroughs at the time)
My knowledge of sex was still pretty sketchy though, and I had no idea what was about to happen.
No one was home in the time between me coming home from school and taking off for my paper route, so I'd use that time to walk around the upstairs part of the house naked, measuring my dick with a ruler and pretending the amazons were probing me.
Once I was on my parents' bed, humping a pillow (I'm still not touching myself at this point) when I felt something I never felt before, panicked and stopped what I was doing, when I sat up, there was a drop of white fluid at the tip of my dick. I got scared and swore off playing with myself. (Like, how long would that last?)
Weeks later, it was back thinking about the amazons. I was walking around wearing only my brother's jock strap, and this was very erotic for me. I laid down on his bed, let my imagination run wild when I felt the wave come.
I panicked, I had no idea what was happening . I jumped out of bed and tried to pull off the jock strap when I started squirting all over the jock strap and the carpet. I felt like I was peeing, but it wasn't pee, and I lost all control, the white stuff wouldn't stop.
I swore I wouldn't do it again. Right.
Around this time, my brother had shown me where he kept his stash of Playboys, I remember looking at the pictures and my dick got so hard I had to lower my trousers. Then the wave came and I pulled up my pants, and came in my underwear.
I certainly didn't want to talk to anyone about something so embarrassing, so I went to the libary, did some reading, and found out it was all supposed to be happening.
I remember sitting in my Algebra class, freshman year of high school, it was the last period of the day and all I could think about was, I'm going to go home and have an intentional orgasm.
I got home, went in the bathroom, took off my clothes and put some folded towels on the floor, with a washcloth on top. I started humping it, determined not to panic, and not to stop until I was squirting.
I got down, humped, humped, and the wave came, and I panicked anyway, but instead of futilely trying to get dressed, I got up on my knees, and saw something I had never seen and haven't seen since.
My dick was sticking out perpendicular to my body and it suddenly jerked up and a big load of cream shot out, it drooped down again, then jerked back up for another shot. It did this for thre or four squirts. I didn't think it would stop, it just went on and on. (Looking back, I had so much semen because I had probably gone months without squirting. I don't think I could go that long without an orgams now). And it felt fantastic.
This of course soon became a daily routine with slight variations. I had heard of jerking off, but didn't really understand it. So I'd sit on the john, grab my dick tightly and whack it up and down without running my hand up and down. It worked fine, until I learned about stroking.
Then, I had a cyst on my butt which required me spending an hour in the bathtub everyday. You can imagine how I spent that time.