Beginnings

I was brought up as a strict Catholic. Sex was never spoken about in the house.

When I was about 12 I was given a talk on it by my father and mother. It wasn’t as embarrassing as it may sound. I was told about how sexual intercourse between man and woman worked and how babies were sometimes the result. There was even a mention of homosexuality. Masturbation and orgasm weren’t mentioned, but in fact they didn’t need to be, as they were an art in which I was already well practised.
From four or five, I had played with my “knackers”, as dick and balls were called in that Northern town, much as I fiddled with anything else – keys, electric sockets, toy cars. It was all part of childhood.

In my last year of primary school I noticed my knackers were sensitive and my dick got hard and more fun to play with. I got into the habit of playing round with my knackers under the bed covers, illuminating them with a dim torch every night. I instinctively knew this sort of thing filed under the general nakedness taboo. As I didn’t know about masturbation I felt no sense of shame about it. This was just something I had discovered that produced some interesting sensations and I found myself instinctively coming back to.

Strangely, I had not yet discovered that the most sensitive part of my knackers was the area near the strand that connected my glans to my foreskin. In fact I enjoyed playing with my small balls the most, and one night as I continued to play with them I experienced a sudden jolt. The nearest thing I can liken it to is a small electric shock. It started in my knackers and sent a wave of pleasure all over my body.

I didn’t know about orgasms either, but that jolt – had I imagined it - it hadn't lasted all that long? Anyway I instinctively knew it needed further investigation and I went through the same ball play each night until I had achieved a jolt. At some point I noticed that I somehow had more natural lube after the jolt. I've always had a lot of precum. What a strange thing my body was.

I progressed quickly to concentrating on my dick rather than my balls and enjoyed watching the liquid coming out of my piss-slit during orgasm. At first there were only a few drops, but soon it was shooting and was white or yellowish and far thicker than piss. I didn’t know what it was, but I stroked my small dick each night until it had produced its load and then would fall into a deep sleep. I would put a couple of sheets of toilet paper in my pyjama tops, officially in case I needed to blow my nose during the night.

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