This personal account includes nothing more than sexual activity involving teenage males. However, any reader likely to be offended by such material should leave this site at once.
Always support nifty by donating at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Happy Days
While on the internet recently, I came across a page from an agony uncle. One of the letters getting his reply was from a boy named Chris. He was worried about having had wet dreams more than once. The reply from the agony uncle was to say that Chris shouldn't let it worry him, just best to be frank with his father about any mess, because his parents both knew all about such teenage dreams. They would simply see that bedclothes, pyjamas and anything else were washed, making no fuss. That was it.
I don't imagine that the agony uncle didn't know it but of course he didn't go on to explain that the sure way of putting an end to having wet dreams is by regular masturbation. That reminded me of my own experience of exactly the same problem.
Into Secondary School, we didn't have anything like sex lessons. In classes on Animal & Human Biology we just heard about semen, sperm and stuff. At the time, I felt how my balls were getting bigger, not hanging down but close up under my cock. Some gingery hair was starting to grow in just above my cock. On top of that, I was a bit annoyed with the way it would go stiff during the school day for no reason at all, and at other times when it made a bulge in my trousers. This was when I was 13 years old.
The first time I really masturbated properly, our schoolboy word was wanking, it was pretty much an accident. The evening it happened, I was in lying in the bath at home, just soaping myself all over. When it came to down below, my cock stiffened up, so I kept on working my skin up & down. It felt very nice, so I went on doing it, not sure for how long. I can remember how it went even stiffer in my fingers, giving a jerk, before two or three squirts shot out on my stomach, landing just past my belly-button. It made me gasp. I could feel my heart pounding. The stuff that came out was floating in the water when I washed it off. I knew it was semen. I hurried out of the water, making sure it all drained away with the bathwater. As I dried off, I half thought of telling my dad, but I didn't do it, just went to bed.
It was summer at the time, warm even at night, so I was sleeping naked. Two nights after that time in the bath, I had a dream, not sure what about, but I woke up in the dark with my cock very hard and a scary feeling as warm semen came squirting through my fingers. I lay there, breathing deeply until it stopped coming. I meant to get out of bed right away, but I must have fallen asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, just for a couple of moments I couldn't remember what had happened, not until I realised how the bed-sheet was sticking to my stomach. Once I was standing on the floor, I managed to pull it away. There were semen stains on it and dried semen in the few hairs above my cock. My hands smelt bad.
What was worse, it was a Thursday morning, and not much time left before I had to get ready for school, with only a few days remaining before our Summer Break.
Still naked, I made a dash for the shower, washing myself carefully. My dad came out of his room just as I was going to get dressed, with just a small towel clutched round me. On the spur of the moment, I told him about the dream and the mess on my bed. He only shook his head, giving a half-grin, telling me to go to school, not to worry about it. By the time I got home at after school, my bed had been changed.
My closest friend at Secondary School, all-boys, was David James. Other boys called him Dave. He didn't like being called that. The two of us had been friends ever since Primary School. Once in Secondary aged 12, we told each other everything that was going on. When I got to school on the day after that wet dream, we sat down on a bench after the dinner meal.
I told him about the wet dream, sheets messed up, with me sleeping naked. He looked at me, grinning and punching me on the chest, saying "Don't tell me. Same happened to me last week, only I was sleeping in some old boxers & a T-shirt, so the boxers caught it all, except for a little down the side of my balls. Best not sleep naked and do more wanking." I took his advice about not sleeping naked and about wanking. As luck would have it, I never had another wet dream.
My dad was still young enough to play Rugger regularly. In our house, we never locked the bathroom door except by my mum when she was in there. I was drying myself after a shower. It was when I'd been a few terms at Secondary School. My dad came into our bathroom to have a shower after a game of Rugger. When saw me drying myself, he said something like "I'm probably wasting my breath, Robert, but try to keep your hands off there when you're in bed or anywhere else for that matter. And make sure you always wash under that skin." He never said anything else like that to me, but I'm now sure that he knew I'd started masturbating.
After that first time I did it in the bath, it had felt so good that I soon did it lots of times, not in the bath but in the shower with the water off. I never dared do it in bed, although I used to fall asleep with both hands on my balls, forever waking up with a morning stiffy. Doing it in the shower, I could keep one hand against the wall to steady myself when I felt my knees beginning to tremble just before that feeling swept over me and my semen came shooting out. The first few times it was kind of watery. Then it got to be really white and sticky. I always turned the water back on to let me wash my cock and make sure all the semen was off the floor and down the drain.
In the Summer Break, David and some other classmates used to go for a swim at a nearby open-air pool. The two of us often sat down or a Coke or something outside. It gave us a chance to compare experiences of wanking. Happy days!
(End)
Comments welcome.