Newsgroups: alt.sex.masturbation,alt.sex.first-time
From: an277329@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an277329@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu, 15 Jun 1995 19:37:45 UTC
Subject: Early Masturbation Experiences (Male-Male)

An Early Experience -- 
 
Buzzy was my best friend.  We grew up together, at least until I moved 
away at the age of 10.  He lived next door to me, so we used to play 
together a lot.  I liked him a lot because he was muscular, slender but 
muscular and well defined, even as a child.  He wore a crew cut, a "buzz 
cut" as we used to call it -- hence his nickname of "Buzzy."  His hair 
was blond. 
 
I was about a year and a half older than he was.  And we went to 
different elementary schools.  He went to a public school; I went to a 
private school for boys.  Thus we didn't see each other at school. 
However, since he lived next door, I used to see him after school, and we 
would play some crazy game or get into mischief, as kids are wont to do. 
 
Even at a young age, oh, eight or so, I remember being attracted to men, 
physically attracted to them.  It was not explicitly sexual at that age. 
I don't think that I really knew about sex as such until I was several 
years older.  But the attraction existed.  I wanted to be around men; to 
feel their muscular bodies.  I especially liked handsome men.  Buzzy was 
not a man, but he was male, and very handsome. :-) 
 
At the age of eight or nine, we used to compare "pee-pees," both soft and 
erect.  Ours were about the same size.  I would hold my hand under his 
balls.  I knew he liked the feel, the heat from from hand, for his cock 
would get hard, and I could feel the balls in his scrotum start to move 
around from the touch and heat of my hand. 
 
Sometimes, we would piss a little into each other's hand -- just a few 
drops.  It was exciting to "let go," to feel the piss start to come up. 
Of course, when we started to piss, we would laugh like crazy!  <g>  At 
those times, I could feel a real closeness to Buzzy, a kind of blend of 
energy, an intimacy that I shared with no other. 
 
After I moved, I used to return at times to the city where I grew up, in 
order to see Buzzy.  And several times he came to the town I had moved to -- 
in order to "stay over"!  The first time that he came to visit, I was 
about 12 and he was 10.  I had bunk beds in my room.  I slept in the 
lower one, so he was given the top one.  Neither of us had pubic hair at 
that time; we were still kids.  However, I was beginning to feel the 
sexual attraction to males that comes to a gay kid who is approaching 
pubescence.  The heightened sense of attraction did not center in my cock 
and balls, as it would later, after I had reached puberty.  It was, 
rather, a generalized excitement, with rapid pulse and heart beat, with 
rapid, short breaths, with a kind of nervous anticipation, and with a 
definite desire to see Buzzy naked and to touch his body. 
 
However, I was also scared -- or not exactly scared, but hesitant to be 
so "forward" with him.  I guess that by that time I had learned that 
males were not supposed to be attracted to other males, but I wasn't 
really aware of this consciously.  Nevertheless, this, I guess, 
subconscious wariness of possibly offending another male by doing things 
which the straight society in which I was growing up considered taboo 
kept me from expressing my desires to Buzzy (or any other male) outright. 
 
However, we were still great friends and loved to kid around.  So it 
happened -- I can't quite remember how -- that while he was there during 
that first visit, one evening when we were getting ready for bed, we 
started comparing cocks again -- to see how much each of us had grown 
during the year or so that we had been apart.  Then one of us -- I forget 
who -- got the idea that we should lie together on my bed and rub 
together, just to see how it felt.  So I lay on top of Buzzy and starting 
rubbing against his body.  My cock and balls were pressed against his. 
And we both were extremely hard, our cocks standing erect as they never 
had before. 
 
The sensations as we rubbed our smooth bodies together were 
indescribable!  I had never before felt such physical pleasure.  We kept 
at it for about a half hour (which is pretty long for kids of our age, 
who tend to have short attention spans and turn from one activity to 
another in rapid succession).  We switched positions, with him lying on 
top of me, and continued rubbing.  We were both giggling and having a 
great time.  Sometimes we would go real fast, and other times we would go 
at it real slow.  We were learning how it felt to be together like that. 
And lemme tell you, it felt terrific! 
 
I didn't have a dry orgasm, as some kids do, and neither did he as far as 
I know.  At least, he never told me.  But I remember that my body felt 
hot, hot, hot, and afterwards I noticed that I was sweating a little. 
Also, my cock just wouldn't go down.  Neither would his.  Finally we just 
grew tired of our "play" and lay there, resting. 
 
While we lay there, I got a brilliant idea (to me, it was brilliant, 
anyway <g>).  "Let's put some hair down there," I said.  So we cut off 
some strands of hair from our heads and taped them above our cocks on the 
pubes with Scotch tape!  LOL!  Now we were "grownup men," we thought. 
And we resumed our "humping," my body on top of his, our stomachs 
together, our cocks rubbing away, with our "false hair."  Well, that 
didn't feel too good, because the Scotch tape scratched our skin, so we 
stopped pretty fast.  But it *was* very exciting, pretending to be all 
grown up. 
 
I'll never forget the smoothness of Buzzy's skin, how great it felt as we 
rubbed together.  And ever since that time, frottage has been one of my 
favorite ways of having sex -- even with clothes on.  I guess the 
"imprint" (as psychologists call it) of my "sexual" ("pre-sexual"?) 
experience with him has remained to the present day. 
 
A year or so later, Buzzy came down to visit again. Well, talk about being 
excited!  I was 13 at the time, and he was 11 1/2.  I had a paper route 
and used to ride around on my bike delivering papers every afternoon. 
Well, *this* day I was so excited at the prospect of seeing Buzzy that I 
ditched the papers and buried them under a pile of weeds in a vacant lot 
and rode on my bike straight to the train station where he was to arrive. 
 
God, it was good seeing him again!  He had grown and become even more 
physically fit.  He told me that he worked out at the YMCA, swimming and 
doing gymnastics, etc.  His voice was starting to change; mine didn't 
change until a year later. 
 
I really wanted to see him naked.  While we were talking, the subject of 
jockstraps came up.  He told me that he had to get a jockstrap to use at 
the Y.  I had seen men use them before, when I would swim at the local 
outdoor pool, one of my favorite activities at that age.  But, of course, 
I had never worn one myself.  So I was very curious about them and wanted 
to see Buzzy wear one.  I wanted to see him wear one because I wanted to 
see how big his cock had grown. 
 
He had changed somewhat; he was less playful about things pertaining to 
his cock and balls, and somewhat reluctant to talk about them.  I had 
noticed this before in other friends, too.  Some of my playmates with 
whom I had been great friends at school, sharing good times together, 
grew distant after they reached puberty.  They no longer liked me to look 
at their cock when we pissed together in the school lavatory.  They 
seemed embarrassed by the big size that their cock had grown.  They 
became more private, and they began hanging out with other kids who had 
also reached puberty while avoiding me and other kids like me who were 
still pre-pubescent.  I guess they thought that we were still "children" 
while they, on the other hand, were now "men." 
 
Of course, I was even more curious to look at their cock and balls, to 
see how big they had grown.  And I felt left out and somewhat hurt by 
their change in attitude toward me, from very close friendship the year 
before to this cool distancing at the beginning of the new school year. 
Just one summer could bring about this change.  It amazed (and saddened) 
me at the time. 
 
But, back to Buzzy and his visit.  I was really amazed that he now had 
hair under his arms (not much, but a little), that his voice was lower, 
that his body was more mature, more muscular, more manly than just a year 
before -- amazed, and puzzled, too, because here I was, a year and a half 
older than he was, and I was still a "child" physically speaking.  So all 
these changes in him aroused my curiosity (and my envy) as well as 
exciting me.  I wanted to see his cock and balls.  I knew they would be 
bigger than before, because I had seen other guys' at school, in PE 
class, in the locker rooms; I had seen the changes they had gone through. 
 
So I joined in Buzzy's talking about jockstraps with great enthusiasm, 
for I thought that if I saw him try one on, I would get to see his cock 
close up (under the pretence of examining the jockstrap, of course). 
God, was I excited.  My breath felt tight in my chest as we talked, and 
my skin was flushed. 
 
We began talking about where to buy one, and decided that a local 
drugstore would be a good place to go.  Well, Buzzy had no money, and I 
only had a couple of dollars.  I was *very* willing to part with this 
carefully hoarded stash (my allowance for two weeks), if I could get to 
see Buzzy's cock, and maybe even feel it!  -- and maybe even lie on top 
of him again and rub my cock against his, or, since he was now bigger 
than I was and "more adult," he could even lie on top of me and rub 
against me!  I was curious to see how much hair he had down there and 
wondered what it would feel like brushing against my smooth skin. 
 
The problem was -- that there was also a horror comedy playing at the 
local movie theater, one that both of us wanted to see desperately.  And 
if we bought the jock strap, we wouldn't be able to see the movie.  So we 
debated -- actually, I debated with myself, for I was the one with 
the money.  Buzzy didn't really seem to care one way or another.  *I* was 
the one who was all excited and breathless at the thought of seeing him 
in a jockstrap. 
 
God, what a decision!  I agonized over it for all of 15 minutes.  <chuckle> 
A long time for me to "agonize" over anything at that age!  Pre-pubescent 
lust vs. a kid's natural desire to pass the afternoon at a movie he had 
longed to see for weeks and which he had saved up his money for.  Which 
would win out? 
 
Well, I finally decided that I might be able to see Buzzy's cock before 
we went to bed that evening -- even without the jockstrap.  So the movie 
won out.  :-) 
 
That night I did get to see Buzzy's cock and hairy balls.  Huge!  He 
really did have a big cock; it must have been about 8" and very thick. 
Cut but with some foreskin left.  I was extremely excited.  He seemed 
very nonchalant about the whole thing, rather embarrassed in fact by my 
excitement.  He had seen lots of guys at the Y, where all the men swam 
nude in the same pool, so he had gotten used to seeing cocks of all 
shapes and sizes, and they didn't interest him much any more.  This I 
couldn't understand, for I was very interested and very excited -- and 
more than a little disappointed that the Buzzy I had known was changing, 
was "disappearing" right before my eyes as the years passed.  (In two or 
three years he would become sexually active with girls, but of course I 
didn't know anything about that at the time.) 
 
Anyway, Buzzy put on his pajamas and popped into bed.  By then I had 
separated the bunk beds into two beds, one on one side of the room, and 
the other on the other side.  So he was no longer above me, but a few 
feet away. 
 
I thought to myself, Is this it?  And I began thinking of ways to get to 
see his cock again and to "lure" (a word not in my vocabulary at the 
time) him into bed with me so that we could rub against each other 
again.  So I began talking about sex, and we started chatting away about 
"growing up," etc.  All this time, unbeknownst to me, he was jacking off, 
rubbing his cock under the blankets.  I could tell that he was become 
sexually excited, because his voice changed and his breathing was more 
rapid.  Well, I thought that that was because of the sex stories we 
were telling each other.  Little did I know that he was masturbating; in 
fact, I didn't even know what masturbating was.  I had never done it, nor 
seen anybody else do it.  No one had told me about it or talked about it. 
I was very naive at the age of 13. 
 
All of a sudden he gave a grunt, and his body jumped a bit on the bed. 
And he said, with a touch of embarrassment, "Oops, I jizzed!"  And he drew 
back the covers and looked at the lower sheet.  He had been lying on his 
side, facing me, while we were talking.  So he had been jacking off with 
his right hand and his cock over the lower sheet.  I don't think that he 
had intended to cum, for he was honestly surprised at what had happened. 
But I think that he had just gotten so excited as we were talking that his 
body just "took over" and he suddenly spurted. 
 
The amount of cum was small, and his orgasm hadn't been that powerful, 
since I guess he really hadn't had time to work up to a big one.  It 
looked as if he had just "let go" in a kind of pre-orgasm excitement. 
This has happened to me, where I'll just get so excited that I'll cum a 
little bit (not precum, but actual semen) in a kind of pre-orgasm.  Then 
if I keep jacking off, after a bit I'll usually have a whopper of an 
orgasm, with jets of cum shooting out over my head. 
 
I was very excited, though, and curious about what had happened.  I 
examined the spot of cum excitedly and asked him lots of questions, for 
this was the first cum shot I had ever seen.  I asked how it felt. 
"Feels good," he said.  And how often he did it. "Every night."  And when 
he had started. "About six months ago." 
 
Although I was very excited and really wanted him to come over to my bed, 
he started to feel that "post-cum" drowsiness and wanted to do nothing 
more than go to sleep. 
 
Boy, was I ever disappointed!  No rubbing together, that night!  -- Or 
ever again, as it turned out. 
 
Buzzy went home the following day, and I didn't see him again until I was 
16 and he was 15. 
 
This time I happened to be in the town where I grew up and decided to 
drop in for a visit.  Although we talked about old times, we were rather 
distant from one another.  By that time, I had reached puberty and was 
"suffering" from raging hormones and lustful feelings that ran rampant 
through my body 24 hours a day.  I was hoping that maybe we could jack 
off together.  So I began talking about sex.  He had been seeing girls 
and having sex with them, so he was a lot more experienced in that area 
than I was (still with "cherry" intact).  But I began talking about 
girls, too, -- not that I was interested, for I wasn't -- but in order to 
get him hot and aroused so that I could see his magnificent cock and 
balls once more. 
 
He did have an erection in his pants as we talked.  I asked him what his 
favorite way of getting off by himself was, and he told me by lying on a 
pillow and rubbing his cock against it.  So I suggested that we do that 
together.  He laughed and said no, that he was afraid that his mother 
would come home from work and catch us at it.  I tried to persuade him, 
saying that it would take only a few minutes.  Besides, it would feel 
really good.  He did seem tempted, but I think he was a little embarrassed 
at the thought of us jacking off together, as well as being legitimately 
worried that his mother might walk in on us.  So we never did. I left soon 
after that, realizing that my childhood friendship with Buzzy (now calling 
himself "Buzz") had ended, that we had little in common any more, and I 
never saw him again. 
 
I've enjoyed sharing this experience with you.  :-) 
 
Perhaps you would enjoying sharing an experience with me.  I especially 
enjoy hearing accounts of "first" or early experiences of jacking off. 

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