A question about early experiences in the Discussion Forum got me thinking back to this.......

When I was eleven, I had one of my first tastes of what life would be like when I got older. I'd found out about masturbating when I was eight from a friend at school. I was way too inhibited to do it with him, but as soon as I got home from school, I locked myself in the bathroom and tried it. It was so much better than I imagined. I was sitting on the toilet with my pants down, looking at a movie magazine with pictures of Sandra Dee, and when I finally reached orgasm, I got so dizzy I almost blacked out and fell off the toilet. From that point on, masturbating became just about the most important thing in my life. I did it constantly and always thought about what it would be like to do it with another person and how it would feel to have someone else touch me and make me cum. I'd been doing it for almost three years and it had progressed.....I'd started to develop a few whisps of pubic hair, and I'd begun noticing when I orgasmed that the glans of my cock was starting to feel wet and a bit sticky. I loved the idea that I was beginning to cream because I saw it as a sign of growing up, although I was distressed that it made whacking off so much noisier that it was harder to conceal what I was doing. I was terrified of getting caught and the idea that my mom or my sister might see me doing it was a nightmare. I realized that my cock was bigger than a lot of the boys my age in school...I'd peeked at them when they peed and I was still so young that I hadn't reached a stage of being proud of it that I was bigger and felt really embarrassed at the idea of anyone seeing me. That was the main reason that I never did it with any of my friends, because I expected that they'd make fun of my big wiener. So I went on concealing the fact that I did it and fantasized about some time in the future when I might have to think about doing it with girls.

When we finished school the year I had just turned eleven, my parents made arrangements for us to go on vacation, which we did every year. We'd drive about two hundred miles to a lake resort where we rented one of the ten cabins in a lakeside development. It was fairly primitive.....the cabins had interior walls that were eight feet high, but there was very little privacy, plus I had to share a room with my sister, so whacking off was out of the question. I spent most of my days at the lake hanging around with another boy who was just a bit older. We talked endlessly and, like most guys at that early stage of noticing girls, we spent a lot of time ogling the older teenage girls in their bathing suits. We never talked about it, but we both had boners from watching the girls, and I desperately wanted to find a way to jerk off. There were two girls - probably about fifteen or sixteen that we thought were pretty that both had fairly large breasts and I was really drawn to one of them that seemed to have a fairly prominent pubis that showed more than usual about her crotch. One night, just before I went to bed, I made an excuse to go out to the outhouse. (There was one for each cabin, slightly distanced on a bit of a hill). It didn't take me more than a few minutes to come to a climax which was a real relief. I got into the habit of doing that - waiting till most people were in their cabins, and then going to the outhouse to jerk off. I loved fantasizing about those girls, and particularly about the prominent camel-toe in the redhead's bathing suit. I had some really great cums thinking about that and trying to imagine what it would look like if she took her bathing suit bottoms off. I never expected anything more to happen, and I was loving the opportunities to cum in a spot where I assumed nobody could hear the juicy noises of me stroking my cock.

A few days later, the boy I'd been hanging around with had gone into the nearby village with his parents to get groceries, so I was on my own. I was wondering if I could get away with going into our outhouse and whacking off, but was afraid of being interrupted. Finally, the boner in my bathing suit was getting to be too noticeable, so I slipped out to the outhouse and started doing what I loved. I was trying to watch through the boards of the outhouse to make sure nobody was coming. I hadn't stopped to consider that someone might be behind me. I reached my climax really quickly and did my best to stuff my wiener down into my bathing suit so I could open the door and find some place where I could be inconspicuous while my boner deflated.

I wandered away from the cabins with the idea of wandering down to the lake down by the boathouse. There was a fairly ramshackle building where the resort owners used to store the boats that each cabin-renter got as part of their rental. No one went there most of the time and I assumed it would be a good place to hide out for a little while. I noticed when I got near the boathouse that there was what appeared to be a bigger outhouse that didn't seem to be used and I filed away the idea that if I wanted to whack off during the day, it might be an out of the way spot to go. I continued down to the lake and wondered how I could kill some time until my boner was completely gone. Then I heard somebody coming and wasn't sure what to do.

I found a place to sit down and hoped I wouldn't see anybody, but the two girls I'd been admiring for days suddenly appeared. They came over to where I was sitting and when they started to talk, I didn't know what to say. They told me that they'd overheard me and the boy I'd been hanging around with talking and mentioned the fact that we'd said some fairly rude and crude things about their breasts. They sounded upset and implied that they'd been thinking about telling our parents about it. I was panicked...I knew I'd be in a world of trouble if my mom found out. The girls could see that I was scared and pressed their advantage. Then, one of them....the redhead with the cameltoe....told me that if I did what they wanted, maybe they wouldn't tell.

They told me I had to follow the, and expecting the worst, I was expecting us to go back to the cabins. Then, they surprised me by detouring to the boathouse's outhouse. They ordered me to go in, and followed me. they sat side by side on the two-hole plank and I stood in front of them. They started talking again about hearing the boytalk about their big breasts, and to my horror, I could feel myself getting a really stiff boner that was really obvious in my bathing suit. I couldn't cover it up and it was obvious that they were finding it funny. I felt embarrassed beyond belief and hearing them talking about their breasts and touching them through their bathing suit tops, my cock became fully hard, pointed itself up toward the waist of my bathing suit, and I could feel the head trying to poke out next to my belly button. The brunette girl leaned back as her bottom half slid forward and I couldn't help noticing that her pussy was looking puffed up inside her bathing suit. She said something about my wiener looking like it was standing at attention. It was too...I could feel the head of my cock suddenly feeling cooler and knew without looking that it had cleared the waistband of my bathing suit. The redhead suddenly blurted out "We heard what you were doing before" and both girls started to giggle. They said that they'd snuck around to the back of the outhouse and had heard me masturbating - What they called "jacking my weiner". I was horrified, knowing that there was no way to deny it or explain it as something else. The nightmare became complete when the brunette told me that they wanted to see me do it. I had never done it in front of anybody and couldn't imagine showing my cock to a girl. Strangely, all the time I was hearing this and trying vainly to find a way to say no, I could feel my cock throbbing, pushing the front of my bathing suit out even more. The redheaded girl was stroking her mound over her bathing suit and all I could think about was her camel toe. The brunette girl leaned forward and said "You have to do this for us or we'll tell what you said about our tits", and then she reached out and grabbed my bathing suit pulling it down. They giggled and said that they liked my big wiener and now they wanted to watch me jack it. I couldn't believe it was happening, but I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke it. Both girls had their hands cupped around their breasts and I couldn't have stopped for anything. I didn't last long....In about twenty or thirty strokes, I suddenly ejaculated - The first time it had really shot out of me, and it landed on their legs. They were laughing, and all I could think of was that I was glad they weren't mad. My cock didn't soften - It just stood there, pointing up, and jerking even though it wasn't producing any more. I was embarrassed, really red-faced, and didn't know what to say. I was shocked when the redhead scooped my cum up off her leg and licked her finger. I'd tasted my own cum but I didn't know girls would like to do that. The brunette started laughing, and that's when the redhead scooped up more cum and pushed her finger into her friend's mouth. I suddenly realized that my cock was hard again and I wanted to whack off again. I started to do it, and realized that I didn't care that they could hear the juicy noises I was making, stroking myself with the remnants of my first cum still on my cock. They were staring at me, their eyes glued to what I was doing, and I suddenly was aware that they were both touching their crotches through their bathing suits. Having just cum, I lasted longer the second time and was beginning to want this to go on for a long time. Then, I saw the redhead pull the crotch of her bath suiting to one side and got my first glimpse of a girl's pussy. I could see a bit of red hair, some pink skin, and wished I could see more. I didn't know much about it at that point, but realized years later that she'd been fingering herself. The brunette had slid her hand down the front of her suit, and although I couldn't see much, I knew she was touching herself too. In a matter of a couple of minutes, both girls seemed to go through what I realized later was some sort of orgasm. That set me off, and I held out my cock in my hand, so they could see the white cum oozing out of my cock. There was a lot more of it than I ever remembered happening before and I felt unexpectedly proud of it. The whole situation seemed surreal.....I had no idea what to expect, but definitely was caught off-guard when the brunette reached forward and clasped her hand around my cock for a moment. It was almost like an electric shock and I couldn't believe it when the redhead put her hand out and touched my balls for a minute, and then swiped her fingertip against the head of my cock. I was blown away when I saw her lick a bit of cum off her finger. The redhead suddenly exclaimed "Oh, I've got to pee" and shimmied her bottoms down a bit and I heard her pissing. I desperately wished I could have watched because I still wanted to see that camel toe. Her brunette friend giggled and did the same. I pulled my bathing suit up although it was still tight....My boner had started to respond to the girls peeing. They stood up and told me to open the door if the coast was clear. I checked, didn't see anyone, and stepped outside. The girls made me promise not to tell the boy I'd been hanging around with anything about it, and hinted that if I could keep a secret, maybe it could happen again. I promised, and I've never told anyone until now about that day. I had one more chance to play with those girls again. It was memorable, partly because I got to see the brunette take her bathing suit bottom off so I could see her pussy, and after it was over, I got a long wet kiss from each of them. Those were the first really grownup kisses I ever got from girls for several years, and the memory of showing them my cock, having them watch me whack off, cumming on their legs, and having a chance to feel their breasts through their bathing suits gave me the best stroke fantasies I had for many years.