MY PUBERTY I can remember getting a hard-on from age 4, or maybe even earlier. I always knew that it happened, but I suppose even then it was something so private that it never got discussed with my parents or anyone else. I can recollect having a profound realization when I was 6 years old, and fishing with some other boys on the bank of the Delaware River. My friend's older brother exclaimed "my weiner's stiff". I knew instantly what he meant, and I realized that my prepubescent erections were shared by others. I swear that I can still hear his exact words. Years later when I was in sixth grade I had my first actual sexual contact with another person. The year was 1973, and the entire sixth grade class (the boys anyway) was a bunch of perverts. I don't think any of us knew what sex really was, but we took any and every opportunity to punch or kick any other guy in the nuts whenever he wasn't looking. Some of the girls were starting to develop breasts, and as rude as it sounds we would punch them in the tits (hard!) whenever the opportunity presented itself. The teachers were so naive that they appeared not to notice. We even caused our sexy female student teacher have a nervous breakdown and resign. I suppose SHE would have been called a pervert if she had accused 12 year old boys of tweaking her nipples. I was assigned a seat next to a boy named Peter (how ironic, at least his name wasn't Dick!). The desks were set up in pairs so that there were two kids sitting close to each other, but separated from the next pair across the aisle. I don't really remember how it started, but it after a few weeks Peter and I started fondling each other during class. Every chance we got we would be rubbing each other's crotch under the desk. I remember feeling wary at first, thinking that the other kids would see, but they just didn't seem to notice, even though we sat in the front row. We would each take turns, and after a few tentative strokes on the crotch of our Levi's, we would open the zipper and slid our hand all the way in. It felt really good having his hand on my cock. It's a good thing that neither one of us knew how to whack off yet, or our secret would certainly have been out of the bag. I remember one time when the class had some kind of quiet study time. Peter and I pushed our little cubby-hole desks into the doorway of the supply closet in the back of the room. Only the front of the desks were left sticking out of the cabinet. The closet had three doors, and we were occupying two of them. At one point we closed the doors and played with each other's cock in the dark for ten minutes or so with our pants wide open, but I never actually got to see his cock. He and I weren't really friends outside of school, so we never got to explore further. This may have been in part to mutual guilt feelings, or fear that someone would catch us if we were too private. The fact that Peter had a twin brother may have had something to do with it. His sibling was a bit chubby, and didn't interest me. I was always hard while Peter was rubbing my cock. He was hard sometimes, but mostly not. Looking back, I realize that I was beginning to mature physically, and I remember thinking that his cock seemed to feel smaller than mine. I don't know why or when we stopped playing with each other, but I think he may have transferred to a private school in seventh grade. I can still feel his hand in my pants, and sometimes I think of him when I'm whacking off. I'll never forget Peter, even though it has been over 25 years. It was over 10 years until I touched another guy's dick; however, I managed to get plenty of pussy first. I'm pretty sure that it was during the summer between grades 6 and 7 that I learned to jerk-off. I would always get hard while I was taking my evening bath. One night, while drying off in my bedroom, I started lightly rubbing the underside of my dick-head with one fingertip. It felt really good, and eventually the sensation built to what I now know is an orgasm. It nearly killed me! I had never felt anything so good in my life. I didn't come, it was totally dry. At the time I actually knew all the technical textbook stuff about sex (my friend's dad had medical books). I had read about "masturbation" and "orgasm", but I didn't put two and two together. I was sure that I had discovered something that no one else in the world knew about. Eventually, I started "bonerating" (as I called it) every night. I either did it in the bathtub, or under my covers in bed at night. A few times in bed I thought that I felt something wet, but I assumed it was only sweat. The first time I saw my ejaculation was while driving across the country with my family on our summer vacation. I was in the back seat next to my sister and I popped a boner. I was wearing cut-off jeans, and my peckerhead was almost sticking out the leg of my shorts. I slowly and discretely stroked my swollen dick with my finger until I got that really good feeling. I was shocked when a big load of hot white jiz spewed out onto my thigh! I knew right away what it was, and everything suddenly made sense. Fortunately for me, no one else in the car noticed. Whew! After that I restricted my sessions to more private situations. I estimate that I have jerked-off well over 10,000 times since that day 25 years ago. The following year I started junior high school. It was a huge school (500 students in my grade). The school building was brand new and had an indoor swimming pool. I had the unforgettable pleasure of seeing a bunch of my classmates naked for the first time when we had to take swimming in phys-ed. It was quite exciting when me and thirty other 12-13 year old boys had to change into our swimsuits in front of each other. I'd give anything just to be there again with all those smooth young naked bodies exposed to each other for the first time. Although everyone acted like they weren't looking, you know that each and every one of the was. My own dick was really starting to develop by this time. I never had really noticed that it had grown in the last few months, only that a few downy hairs had sprouted on my young balls. I was totally shocked when I saw that my cock was about three times bigger than anyone else's! I was really embarrassed, but the wonderful view in front of me made it worthwhile. I came to dread swim class because the tight skimpy bathing suits could barely contain the many erections I got during every class. Believe it or not, for several years after that I actually prayed that my dick would get smaller. To make matters worse, there was one other guy in the class who had a big one like mine, but he had a lot more pubic hair. The embarrassing part was that he was the class nerd. I mean that he was a big-time geek, dork, book-worm, who everyone hated and made fun of (but no one ever mentioned his big cock). My young mind was in agony worrying about being so well hung, but at least everyone else was so embarrassed that they never spoke about the other boys body's (you know how locker rooms are). In subsequent years I hardly ever got to see any other dicks. No one ever took showers at our school. After I went to college, I came to realize that my member was still above average, but now it doesn't embarrass me. The End.