I don’t actually recall the first time I jerked off. But my most memorable masturbation experience happened soon after I started, perhaps nine or ten years old? My father happened to be a reserve police officer for the city I lived in so I borrowed a pair of his hand cuffs on this day. Early on, even before this day, I was intrigued by any sort of manacle or human fastening device. As well, as a young boy, I had taken guitar lessons. So I owned and had a strap for the guitar that went over the shoulder. I took that strap off and wound it around my neck to make a sort of posture collar. I had locked the handcuffs onto myself, behind my back and created a sort of hogtie. One that would choke me as well. I started rubbing my cock into the floor. Within seconds my virile, young penis exploded onto the carpet beneath me. Spontaneously. But what made the situation so memorable was the fact that I did it again within moments of having cum the first time. That has not happened since in all my life -except once, with Marina.
Previous to this I can recall “Mattress Coil” (that was the name we gave him because his real name was Mat Colx) asking all of us friends to pull down our pants to see who had dick hair yet and who had the biggest cock.
Fast forward about five years and I recall an older guy discussing sex. An occurrence he had with some chick he was banging at the time. How she had left some immense stain on his father’s couch; how all the older guys went on about it. In my mind I was like, what the fuck is he talking about? What kind of stain? How did it happen? Where did it come from? I want more!!!
Seriously, at one time I wondered if I’d ever even get laid. I ended up learning alot more. Beyond my every expectation.