The Surprise

My first time masturbating was quite a surprise to me.  As a child, I had 
experienced erections and the pleasant sensation that had gone with them. 
But I had never really attached the experience to anything.

Upon turning 13, however, I noticed a number of changes in my body.  The 
main one was that I began to develop a few stringy hairs on my balls.  I 
knew from gym class that most guys have pubes first sprout just above 
their penises, then the ball hair comes later.  In my case, however, the 
few hairs on my scrotum were the only ones.

In addition to this change, my balls themselves were starting to swell.  
My cock, nonetheless, remained boy-sized (at least as far I remember).  
Also, although there was no hair beneath my arms, moisture and a kind of 
musky smell sometimes arose there.

It happened one evening that while lying in bed I decided to find out 
what it was like "to be married".  My familiarity with the facts of life, 
via parents and school sex-ed was better than most guys my age.  There 
was a certain fascination (accompanied by a strange feeling in my 
stomach), when I read in a sexuality handbook that a man inserted his 
erect penis into a woman's vagina, afterwhich he made a number of 
in-and-out movents with increasing frequency, the which resulted in 
ejaculation.

Therefore, following that information, I quickly slipped off my pajama 
bottoms, pulled my pillow to my side, then climbed on top.  My penis was 
already stiff and stuck tight against my stomach.  My legs wrapped about 
the pillow.  I grasped it tight against my chest (I was rather on the 
short side -- and so both my chest and my fresh erection were flush 
against the pillow) and instinctively began to thrust.

The sensation was magnificient!  Waves of happiness flooded through me;  
if this was the mystery of sex, then I had a lot to look forward to!  
Presently, my arms gripped more tightly about the pillow.  My legs too 
clasped hard, driving my young teen crotch as hard against the pillow as 
they could.

I quickly removed my pajama top.  Now my little body was entirely naked 
and ecstatic.

Sweat began to pour from my armpits.  So too the inner sides of my thighs 
were moist with persperation.  My thrusting grew wilder.  I was now 
pushing as fast as possible!  I breathed more and more forcefully.  The 
insane feeling between my legs, the desire to grip and grip as close as I 
could, commanded all my actions.  Soon my movements were so out of my own 
control that my hips were not just pushing back and forth but also around 
in circles.  Anything to dig my aching penis into the pillow!

Suddenly I sped up like never before.  A rapid excitement, much like a 
whistle becoming more and more shrill, knifed through my genitals. Then, 
just as this madness reached an almost painfull pitch, I stopped cold.  
My arms froze;  the thrusting halted.  I was completely overtaken. And my 
penis began to pulse:  short, pounding throbs.  I knew that I was 
ejaculating.  I had read about this in a sex book.  But the experience 
was entirely different than what I had thought.

The contractions of my penis numbered 10 or 11.  Once they ended, I 
waited for a few momements until my breathing slowed to normal.  Then, my 
hand moved down to my crotch met with a gluelike substance.  I had indeed 
done it.  And a new world of pleasure was open to me.

Since then, I humped my pillow many a night.  With time, I was not as 
stunned by the orgasm, and my body learned to continue thrusting during 
ejacution.  The orgasm had its own delight.  Thus, with so much new 
open to me, my journey into manhood began.