This story is true. My parents planned a week alone together, so they arranged for me to spend that weekend with my mother’s younger sister, aunt Carol. She had three kids, a boy Tim who was 13, two girls, Monica 15, and Amanda 16. I felt uneasy around my cousins in that at 11 I was two years younger than the youngerest of them. Friday night arrived, and off I went to aunt Carol’s. I arrived after supper to find my aunt and her husband absorbed in a TV program and their three kids in the yard paddling about in the swimming pool. The girls were wearing very skimpy bikinis which hardly covered their tits and vulvas and their behinds not at all. When I saw the girls, I felt a new and strange stirring in my groin which I’d never felt before. This view faascinated me, I very much enjoyed it without knowing why. I greeted my cousins, they responded friendly enough, and Tim asked if I had brought my swim suit. I had not, so he suggested that he and I go to his roomand get one of his. We did. When we got there, Tim began poking around in a drawer, pulled a pair of trunks out, then handed them to me, saying, “Here try these on.” I accepted them and waited for him to leave, but he didn’t. The wait became arkward, he asked, “What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off, and try the trunks.”
Not wishing to appear childish, I did as he asked. Tim all the while was sitting on the edge of his bed watching me closely. When I was completely nude, he observed, “For an eleven year old, you have a pretty big dick.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded. He continued, “You pulling that thing yet?”
I blushed, and stammered, no. I quickly pulled the trunks on as much in an effort to end Tim’s inquiry as to see if they fit. I understand the meaning of his question from hearing older boys talking about pulling their peters at school, but I had never done more than just playing with mine. The trunks were a loose fit, but were adequate for swimming in my aunt’s pool, so we returned and swam the evening away.
About 11 o’clock Tim and I were in his room freshly bathed, sitting up in our beds, facing his TV watching a baseball game which was about to end. When it did, Tim turned the TV off, saying, “I’m tired let’s go to sleep.” I agreed, he turned the lights off, and we both fell into sound sleep. About 3 in the morning, I was awakened by muffled noises coming from Tim’s bed. I looked over in his direction, and saw in the moon light his covers over his groin moving radically up and down with a gasp escaping hiim mow and then. I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom and released my bladder tension. When I returned Tim was quiet, so I went to sleep again.
We both awoke at seven, got up, dressed, and had breakfast. My uncle left for a golf game, and aunt Carol announced to Tim and me that sheand the girls were going shopping, and Tim and I were to amuse ourselves as best we could until she returned. Then looking threateningly at Tim she added, “See that you stay out of trouble, or you know what will happen to you.” Then she and the girls left.
When they were gone, I asked Tim if something was wrong, He said no, and we went to his room, and began to watch a ball game on TV. Half an hour later I realized that I was alone in the room. A little later I felt I had to pee again, so I opened the bathroom door to see a sight I’ll never forget. Tim was sitting on the toilet holding his penis in his fist, stroking it up and down. His face was contorted, eyes bulging, and body shaking all over. He appeared to be having some sort of seizure. As his symptoms seemed to worsen, his fist’s speed up and down increased. I asked if something hurt. He ignored the question then a long white streak shot out of his penis head qiuckly followed by three more, andThen oozing of the same texture. Tim slumped over breathing in gasps.
What’s wrong, I asked.
Nothing, he replied. I’m just jacking off. Don’t you know what that is?
I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never done it, I replied. Did it hurt.
No. It feels great. Do you want to try it?
Yes.
Well take your clothes off, and sit on the edge of the bath tub.
I did as he asked, and by then my 11 year old four inch hard was poking upward in all its banana curve glory.
Now wrsp your fist around your dick, and stroke it like I did.
So began my first masturbation session. I stroked for about five minutes, but didn’t feel much sensing which absence I complained to Tim about.
Don’t worry, you’ll get there, assured Tim.
He was right. A few minutes later I felt a sudden contract between my balls and anus. Then anothe acompanied by the sensing of a full bladder which prompted me to say, “Tim, I’ve got to pee.”
No you don’t. You’re getting close. Just keep jacking.
I did. And the sensings of contractions became sharper, they advanced to full spasms. Like Tim before me, my entire body was trembling, I felt I couldn’t breathe, then suddenly sharp jolts wrapped my dick It felt so good it began to hurt, and my dick’s slit was opening and closing as if it were a little fish’s mouth. I just couldn’t go any moode. I felt like I had been transported to heaven, and said,
That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
All orgasms feel good, Tim replied.
Why didn’t I shoot all that thick white goo?
You will, you’re not old enough yet, just keep jacking off, you’ll get wet ones. Now we’d better clean up before mother and the girls come home.
So was my introduction to the sublime art of masturbation.
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