When I was very young, I was outside playing and some older boys pulled me into some bushes. They opened my pants and looked (maybe played) with my dick. I liked it. As I got a bit older I would get horny but not know what to do about It. I always felt there was something more but didn't know what it was. In 7th grade a classmate told me about masturbation. I went home and tried it. I didn't know how to create an orgasm through using my imagination so for a while it took a long time. I never stopped trying.
My interest progressed to "penis touching" with a friend when I was young and goosing when I was older. I had a friend who was a twin and I lusted after him in the worst way. I was afraid to make a move and still hadn't discovered masturbation.
Jump ahead many years to when I was 28 and married. There was a boy, 18, blonde , cute with a bulge I had to stare at. Over time I befriended him and after I was separated he slept over my place sometimes in my king sized bed. I remember I would wait for him to fall asleep and creep my hand under the covers and brush his cock through his underwear. I would press on it after that and feel it twitch. I then played with it a bit. Don't know if he was awake and faking sleep or really asleep. I once even wrapped his hand around my dick and used it to jerk off. This relationship stretched out for a number of years and went down many paths. Some not so good. He was so hot and seemingly naive.
His dick was about 6.5" medium thickness, medium head (no mushroom). I wish I had been more aggressive and made love to him . The worst was that he could have said no. He eventually became a hustler in my city, and a drug addict. So many more stories to cum.
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