Saturday, January 14, 2017

Becoming Aware

I have a very blurry and indistinct memory of something that seemed really major at the time. I was new at jacking off, thirteen but still immature and totally uninformed. In other words, a littl
e boy who had accidentally stumbled onto ejaculation before knowing anything about such things.


I was sitting in a toilet stall at a burger chain. No idea why we were at the burger place since we did not go to restaurants very often.

As I said, I can't piece all of this together. What I do remember, though, is two older boys being in the restroom. Don't know whether they were already there before me, or came in afterwards. Anyway, I remember having an unusually erect boner and wondering why I had got hard.

Then I could hear little shuffling and whispering sounds from the other boys. I got off the pot and looked through the crack next to the door. I could see their image in the mirror. The two boys were standing right next to each other, without a doubt masturbating together. That's what had got me hard, the subconscious realization of what they were doing.

I had never had the slightest thought that guys might do it together. But they were fully occupied playing with their dicks at the same time that I had a considerable boner sticking out from my groin. I kept standing in the stall, taking quick little peeks again and again, while fighting the impulse to start whacking away on my own stiffie. As I watched the two boys I sort of automatically took hold of my dick without really giving myself permission.

 Not more than two or three strokes did it. Instantly the feeling of climax shot through my system and several big spurts of semen blasted out of my dick. It all happened within seconds.

 
Then what? I don't know. Did I walk out while the boys were still jacking? Did I hide in the stall and wait for them to leave? Did they perceive that "something" was happening in the stall? Total blank.

But starting with that experience my mind was locked into the wonder of mutual ejaculation. I was suddenly curious about every boy I knew: Does he get hard? Does he play with his peter? Does he make stuff shoot? Is there any way I might get a secret look at him?


It all started with those two older boys having a private encounter while my stiffie and I were hidden unseen in the toilet stall.

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