My First Masturbation At Age Eight

This a true story of my first masturbation
experience at the age of eight, although I was
close to my ninth birthday, by an older cousin
by the name of Curtis during the Fall of 1950.

Just prior to this first sexual experience, I had
started getting erections in my bed at night while
trying to sleep as my little nearly nine year old
pecker would get so hard and feel so good that I
could not seem to keep my little fingers off of it
and I would even try and pushing down on it, hoping it would return to norma, but this did not
help at all, but made the situation even worser.

At this time I didn't know what was causing this,
nor what it really was all about, nor what to do
about my stiff goober (as I called it back then).
It felt so good, but I was way too sjhy to ask my
Dad or Mom because I had already picked up on the
fact that the topic of sex was a no-no. But after
a few minutes when my hard little penis did not
get the attention that it desperately needed, my
erection would finally subside and fall down on
it's blanket of little pink balls and I would go
to sleep.

So this is what led up to my first masturbation
experience that involved another person who was
my first cousin, that was around 15 years old at
the time. This event took place on a Sunday after
noon at my grandmother's house when all of us kids
were in the living room, while all the adults were
outside under the trees socializing. The subject
of sex had been brought up by my cousin as it
usually is when two or more boys get together in a
private setting.

He and I were snuggled up together on grandmas'
couch with me in front of him as he began to feel
my boyhood from the outside of my pants, which I
enjoyed very much, even at this tender age. I had
already developed a keen interest in anything from
a sexual standpoint, so after a brief time of this
activity, my cousin slid his hand under my pants
down to my little penis and balls and began a very
gentle massage effect with th ends of his fingers
and this really felt wonderful as I hoped this
would last forever, but little did I know that
the future held something much, much better.

So after he played with my penis and ball sack
with his fingers a short time, he then asked me
if I knew what "Jacking" was and I replied that I
did not, at which time he asked me if I would like
to know, and I said yes without any hesitation,
as I reasoned that it had something to do with my
penis and you'd better believe that I was definitely for that.

My cousin then stated that we needed to go into
the adjacent bedroom and he would show me what
"Jacking" was all about. Well both of us got off
of the couch and headed toward the next room as
I followed behind him with great anticipation,
even though I did not have a clue as to what this
"Jacking Thing" was. He said for me to lay down
on the wooden trunk that was alongside the wall
and behind the door, being mostly out of sight
rather than disturb the made-up beds. I stretched
out on this old trunk as I wondered what will
happen next, when my cousin knelt down on his
knees right beside of me and stated that he was
going to undo my pants as he reached over and
unbuckled my belt, then he undone my fly buttons
(no zipper on these), then laid my pants back and
slipped them down to my knees. Then he grabbed
my little pair of undies and pulled them down
well below my private parts which thrilled me as
being in the nude or nearly nude always excited
me as most any boy.

With my little one to two inch penis and my balls
fully exposed with my little penis lying mostly
motionless on it's blanket of cuddly pink balls
with that little boy innocence like a cluster of
jewels just waiting to be poished, I was ready for
something for sure. I was not alarmed at all by
having my pants and underwear slid down by another
person, although this was the first time for it to
happen. Well I'm all laid out mostly in my birthday suit (at least where it matters) eagerly
anticipating what might happen next, and I was not
long in finding out, now with wide open spaces
all around me, my cousin now has me where he wants
me to be as there are no restrictions to my penis.

Now, with my little boy rocket sitting on it's
launch pad at "Cape Feel Good" on it's smooth pubic mound with it's companion set of little balls close by, just waiting for the countdown to
begin, as my little member had now arose to the
occasion, being fully erect. Cousin said for me
not to worry as this is not going to hurt you in
any way and you will feel better that you've ever
felt in your life. Cousin took his thumb and
two fingers and began an ever so slight up and down motion on my foreskin which caused my boy
pecker to respond with a much stiffer erection,
and at first I didn't feel much of anything and
I wondered what good is this going to be, but all
of that changed with a few more consistent strokes
to by small shaft.

I was enjoying every sensation emanating from my
little dick that I now realized was much longer
and bigger than I'd ever seen it before. My goober was now feeling hard as a rock like it was
on fire and somewhat like an itch that needed some
more scratching and it was definitely getting plenty of that with every slide of my foreskin.
My littl mind was zooming through space while at
the same time focused on this intense pleasure
that was making me feel better than anything that
I'd previously felt. My cousin gradually increased his stroking momentum to my penis as I
became even more overwhelmed my many sudden new
pleasures that was undescribable to a nearly nine
year old boy. As I lay there soaking up these
feelings like a sponge, whjle hoping it would never stop, although I didn't have a clue as to
how this would end. As the stimulation instensifed second by second, I lost all sense of
my immediate surroundings as the waves of ecstasy
flooded my boy body and righ then and there on
the Sunday Afternoon, I experienced my "First Dry
Boy Orgasm" as I called out to my cousin Curtis,
"Stop, I can't take it anymore", but he continued
stroking, when I called out the second time for
him to stop, and he did. I will always be indebted to my cousin for this memorable occasion.