I Thought What I was doing was Dangerous

My "moment of discovery" happened with encouragement of a good friend standing right next to me in the bathroom at his house. We were best friends from way back and pee'd together many times. We also performed examinations of each other's junk.

As we stood at the toilet together something embarrassing happened. My dick got hard and for some unknown reason I didn't want my buddy to see it. I tried to hide it with my hands, but as we all know, boners are hard to hide.

My pal asked if I had a hard-on. I said I guess so. He reached out to feel of my stiffie and I was surprised by a couple of things. Number one, when he touched me my dick felt good. Number two, I wanted him to keep touching. I was getting a tingling feeling in my junk like I'd never had before.

I did not know what was happening to me, but my friend apparently did. He asked if I ever jacked off. I didn't say anything.

He explained it like this: "It's when you make your dick get harder and harder until you can't stand it and a bunch of stuff shoots out. He started pumping himself, telling me to do the same thing.

As many other writers have reported, the feelings mounted until I was frightened. I thought that what I was doing was dangerous and I better stop it. Just then my friend announced that he was "coming." Of course that meaning nothing to me. But within seconds he pointed his dick into the toilet and his cum shot out in several squirts.

Seeing him ejaculate made me keep going. He was staring at my moving hand and telling me "Come on, come on!"

I missed the toilet. My ejaculation shot up into the air and sprayed the tile wall and a rack of towels.

Even though it's long in the past, I often think of that day when my friend helped me experience my first climax and cumshot.

In an ironic twist, the guy who taught me to masturbate was the first of my friends to jump the shark and go hetero.

Anonymous