I started noticing differences between boys and girls' bodies in nursery school. The boys and girls didn't have separate restrooms; I thought that girls had to urinate sitting down because their penises weren't fully developed like boys (of course we urinated standing).
In primary school (we had separate restrooms and cloakrooms there) we went on a school trip once a year. In second grade (age 8) we made a secret pact on the trip. It was 4 boys per room. In my room we started to play a game called "sex" — it was pretty simple. Each evening after room check, we got naked and started playing with our equipment. Even at age 8 or 9, we got erections and our penises had different sizes.
I do not remember how the girls next door learned what we did each night. They proposed that they would play with us the next night. I was pretty excited when I told my roommates. All agreed. The next night, they arrived as soon as the room check ended. The teacher who had a night watch almost caught them. There was some kind of tension in the air as they arrived. Nobody wanted to be the first to get naked. So as an icebreaker, I suggested that each girl should undress a boy and vice-versa. And it worked. I was paired with a blonde girl named Susan. She was pretty scared. We all were wearing pajamas, so it didn't take a long time before everyone was naked. Susan was a bit shy, but I saw in her eyes that she would like to touch me. So I grabbed her hand and put it right on my willy. Her fingers were shaking. She had many questions, but she was very impressed when I showed her that she could roll down my foreskin. It was like alien stuff for her. After that, she had no objections to spreading out her legs and letting me examine her. Soon after that, the girls decided to leave our room. Just a few seconds afterward, a teacher opened our door. Maybe she heard girls while they were returning to their room, or she just had a bad feeling, but we all were under the blankets pretending to be asleep. She bought it.
The next morning at breakfast Susan and other girls acted like we did not exist. I was afraid about her telling someone. I spoke with her during a walk in the forest. She told me that they were discussing their new experiences after she left with other girls. I didn't find out what happened — she just told me that they won't come over any more. The boys were pretty pissed. After lunch she told me to meet only her someplace. She was very excited about the previous night. She had even more questions. She was so interested in how boys urinate that I agreed to show her how the thing works. We went to the male lavatory on the second floor — it was unlikely that we'd get caught there. We used the last stall. I dropped my pants and even let her hold my penis while I urinated. Her fingers were so soft. She was so excited that she had to take a piss too.
After that experience we became good friends. When we came home we would hang out together. After a while I told my older brother (he is 4 years older) what I experienced on the school trip. He laughed and then asked me if I put my fingers in her. I said no, so he explained to me how everything works (where babies come from, how to make them, and stuff like that). I didn't believe some of the things he said — for example, about masturbating. When I played with my penis for a while I had to take a piss instead of ejaculating. Later I learned that I was too young for that. After summer vacations I was looking forward to getting back to school — it might have been the only time I wanted to go to school that I can remember. I wanted to try the new things I learned from my brother with Susan. I was very sad after the teacher told us that Susan had moved to another town. It was the end of my earliest sexual experiences — plus, I'd developed a bad reputation after that school trip, so none of the other girls wanted to hang out with me.
Things started to move in junior high. It was in fashion to date girls. A guy who gets kissed in front of the school was considered something like a god. Our bodies started to change: Hair started growing in different places. I noticed that girls started wearing bras as their breasts developed. It all seems just like innocent play — we didn't get any further than kissing, and usually after few weeks we broke up.
When I was 12 I broke my leg skiing. I was confined to the bed. Moving with crutches was a bit difficult, so I preferred to sit in bed and watch TV. Two weeks afterward I learned how to walk a bit, so my parents decided that I could be home alone. The first person to come home, around 2 PM, was my brother. He was seriously dating a girl at that time. He brought me few videotapes and asked me to not leave the room. So I did. I heard some strange noises, but I stayed in the room as I promised. After his girlfriend left, he told me they'd just made love. I was very interested, so he gave me some erotic magazines in exchange for me promising him that I wouldn't tell our parents. The next morning I was very impatient. After everybody left, I started looking through the magazines. Very soon I realized that my penis was erect. So I starting to masturbate. I grabbed my penis with my right hand and start to stroke the foreskin. After a few moments I felt a very hot and weird feeling down there. It was a kind of pain — a good kind of pain I had never experienced before. I hesitated to continue, but I decided to go on, and a few moments afterward, I ejaculated. The release after the ejaculation was fabulous. I smeared the semen on my stomach. It was kind of sticky. I pretty much messed the bed, so I had to clean it up. It was a bit difficult with the bandages I was wearing. Anyway, somehow I managed it right before my mother came home to make a lunch for me.
Soon after that, I started to play with my penis almost every day. I was kind a fun but a bit exhausting. After some 4 weeks into my recovery, my parents went to school to get a study plan for me. I had to ask a few friends to come over and study with them (boys, of course). But we usually watched some video or just spent time some other way. My parents found out pretty soon, so they organized my afternoon learning. They asked one clever girl from my class to come over each day after school. I didn't like her so much — I was not a bookworm and I hated school. Her name was Mary. She had curly hair, brown eyes, a flat nose, and small lips. She was kind of nice, and frankly I tried to annoy her, but she was told that I could be troublesome, so she ignored it. One afternoon we were studying biology. I turned to the material about animal and human anatomy. I was making jokes that horse reproduction must turn her on and stuff like that. She gave me a look and said I was a jerk. Try to imagine: I am sitting on a bed with one leg in bandages toward her, and she was sitting right in front of me in a chair. I began to tease her rump with my thumbs. She tried to stop me, but very gently. Maybe she was afraid to hurt me or something, but after a few tries she stopped defending herself. I could have done almost anything without any further notice. Soon the time was up so she left.
The next day, I was so excited about what might happen that I masturbated twice. She came at her usual time, pretending nothing had happened. So I started to tease her again. To my big surprise, she didn't push me away but started to play with my thumbs. It was a nice feeling, and I didn't realize that a tent grew in my pants. Well, I wasn't wearing pants — just soft sweatpants. When she noticed it, she laughed at me. It was a bit embarrassing and my face turned red. After she stopped laughing, she told me that it's a pretty normal thing to get erections. She started to ask me odd questions. She was enjoying it. The most provocative was about "length." I replied that I hadn't measured it before, so she took out a ruler from her school bag and told me that we would find out. I hesitated for a moment. She leaned forward so I was able to see her white bra through her neckline. I felt her breath on my face. It turned me on so much that I thought I would ejaculate any second. She was looking right in my eyes when she grabbed my erect penis through my pants. "Nice and hard," she said. Then she looked down and pulled off my pants. When she grabbed me with her soft fingers and put on the cold ruler on my skin, I ejaculated. "5 inches and a virgin," she mumbled. After that she cleaned up everything with apaper napkin. Well, it wasn't much to clean up, because it was my 3rd time that day. She left without a word. For the next few days she excused herself by saying that she had to study.
She came again on Monday. I was a bit upset — technically she gave me a handjob last time, so what will happen next? She started to prepare exercises as usual, when my mom checked in on us with lunch. After my mother left, she asked me if I enjoyed what we did last time. I replied YES, with great expectations. Instead of being pleased, she started yelling at me, asking if I thought she was a slut or something like that. I was totally surprised. After she stopped shouting, she begin questioning me again. Her first question was if I had ever seen a naked girl. I replied not in person, just in a magazine. She ordered me to pull off my pants. So I did that. She took a quick look at my half-erect penis and then took off her T-shirt. She was wearing white bra. She turned around and asked me to unhook it. I didn't know how, so she taught me. She had lovely small breasts with small nipples. After that she grabbed my boner and started doing me. She used her saliva to lubricate my glans — it felt kind of different, because I had never tried any kind of lubricant before. She used a three-finger technique. Pretty soon I had my orgasm.
Afterward I couldn't stop thinking about that experience, and I subsequently masturbated a lot (3 to 4 times a day). After some two more weeks my bandages was taken off and I had to go back to school. I tried to ignore her — I had a bit of a "rebel" reputation and didn't want to be seen with a straight-A girl. We met a few times in private. She had wild ideas and had a good influence on my imagination. Soon I discovered the "Stop & Go" technique. I used almost everything at home to masturbate with — for example, fruit, like banana and watermelon. I even had fun with a roll of toilet paper. I tried different kinds of lubricants. The best was baby oil or Vaseline.
The following summer, I went to a camp during vacation. I shared a cottage with two other guys. They were younger, 12. Our leader made me (I was 14 years old) the chief of our cottage. The other guys were pretty shy. I didn't have any problem with changing my clothes right in front of them. After a few days we all became friendlier — it was kind of bad, I thought, because I didn't have much privacy there to masturbate, so I would wait until the late night hours.
One night when we were chatting, we started to talk about sex. The other guys had wild fantasies, so I asked whether they had ever seen a naked girl. I shared a few of my experiences with them, and then we all fall asleep. The next night we were talking about girl stuff again. It was a bit boring, so I showed them one of my men's magazines. They were pretty excited about all the new knowledge. I even showed them that I had a box of condoms. They were interested, so I gave them the instruction manual, which was included.
The following day was a shower day; everybody had to take a shower under staff supervision — our team leader was standing in front of the shower room and marked everyone who got in. There were 5 showerheads, so 5 guys took a shower at a time. I didn't have any problems with that. Just when I was finishing my shower, one of my roommates arrived. I offered that if he waited, my showerhead would be free in a second. He was a bit shy standing naked right in front of me while I was washing out the shampoo out of my hair. I noticed that he made a few glances at my penis. Well, it was a pretty normal thing in a room full of naked boys, so I let it go without notice. When I was leaving the shower, I glanced back at him. I noticed that he didn't have any pubic hair.
Later that day we were going through my magazine again. I don't remember how, but condoms were a conversation topic right after that. The other guys started to provoke me into putting one on. I wasn't very interested in that idea, but my shower mate suggested that he would put one on, too, so I almost agreed. I took a chance to propose that I would do that only if one of them put the condom on me and vice versa. After a few moments of hesitation, they agreed. So we locked the door. I sat on the bed and undid my shorts. They laughed at my almost-erect penis. I measured almost 6 inches, so it seemed pretty big to them. After they decided which one would put it on me and who would I put one on, my shower mate took out one of the condoms from the box. I was sitting still with my hands behind my back. My penis was getting up a bit. He put a condom on the top of my glans and was about to roll it down. I stopped him and told him that I wasn't fully erect yet. He didn't know what to do, so I grabbed his hand and put it on my penis and suggested that he shake up and down few times. After he did that a few times I told him to go ahead, so he rolled down the condom. After that I asked the other guy to pull down his pants — that it was my turn now. He tried not to, but after I said that a deal is a deal, he finally pulled down his pants. I realized that he was a bit ashamed because he was hairless and had only 4 inches. I told him to sit back and relax, that it would grow later. I touched his erection and used 3 fingers to roll the foreskin down. Right after that, he ejaculated. He was scared and almost cried. I laughed at him and told him that it's normal, and that he could do me if he like. I lay down on the bed, and my penis was standing up like a tower. I still had a condom on. He firmly grabbed my penis and started to ride up and down on the condom. It was very sensitive, so I ejaculated pretty soon. The other guy was just sitting on the other bed and watching us. Right after I took off that condom, full of my semen, I asked him to show us his. When he was taking off his underpants, I realized he was wet. He had ejaculated right in his pants earlier. We all laughed. After I left camp I didn't have any other gay experiences. I never met those two guys ever again.
I had my first intercourse with a girl when I was 16. She lived next door. After the sex, she told me that I wasn't her first, and that she'd had better sex than the sex she had with me, so I decided to break up with her. That year I became old enough to take a part-time job. Soon I became a team leader during night shift (because I was very skilled with computers). I had 4 or more mostly female students, around the same age as me, working under me. It was a marketing firm — I was making booklets on the printer, and they were packing them in envelopes. I was in a air-conditioned room sitting behind a desk using computer. I had like 40 minutes free between print jobs (it was late 1995 and we were using Windows 95). We even had an Internet connection, so I browsed the Web. At that time the Internet was a new thing, and erotic pages were free, so I masturbated between print jobs. I almost get "caught" several times, but I always I had enough time to hide my penis back in pants when someone entered the room.
After I finished high school I went to university. Unfortunately I lived at home with my parents — I missed all of those wild dorm parties, etc. Now I am 23, I've had the same girlfriend for more than 3 years, and we have sex on a regular basis, but I still masturbate. I work as an IT operator, but nowadays companies are observing employees' Internet activity, so I visit JackinWorld not very often from home. I think that my girlfriend wouldn't understand why I have to masturbate so often, so I do not tell her about it. She might think that sometimes I use "manual release," but we do not talk about it and I am fine with that.
