It all started when I was ten and started to have wet dreams. I cannot remember what dreams I had but I do remember that I found it difficult to wash that thick, white goo off my underpants. And no way I would let my mum know about this - not because I knew exactly what was going on but just because, well, it somehow seemed to be rather private.

And I kept it that way - as far as I know, my parents never knew I had hit puberty ... that way, at least.

Some months after this, when I felt drawn to all sorts of nudity - especially to see other children in the nude, boys or girls it did not matter - I joined a group of fappers. One of my classmates' little brother approached me and told me about this group of other boys that met now and again to fap while looking at his older brother's magazine. The group consisted of six boys from eight to ten with me as the only one who could ejaculate at the time. Every time we met, my classmate's brother kept saying, "You'll have to clear up any mess you make yourself!" And I did - using a tissue, just in case you wondered how

For a few years, I met with the group a couple of times a week and I went to the local swimming bath wearing the skimpiest swimming trunks possible. (I was not really aware of it at that time, but I definitely had my exhibitionistic tendencies already.) In connection to the swimming bath there was a steam room where I used to fap along merrily whenever I was alone in there. (Later on when they tore down the old swimming bath to make a new "leisure centre", I found out that ejaculating on a sauna heater does not smell the best ) Sometimes I was able to "lure" another boy into the toilet where he would watch me masturbate - normally without doing anything himself, which was probably too much to expect of pre-teen and very young teen boys. But strangely enough, quite a few seemed to enjoy watching. (What has changed Nothing, really!) And, just as strangely, I was never caught out. (Just imagine the "stink" it would have caused.)

Some of my parents' friends had an adopted son, Kurt, whom I had played with for years. Kurt was one year my junior. One day, when I was almost thirteen, our families were on a trip together and Kurt and I were bored so we went into my prarents' car, which was out of sight from the rest of the people.We started to talk about masturbation and how it felt ... and then I asked him if I could see his willie. I was terrified that the family would find us and at the same time consumed by lust and sexual craze. I was visibly trembling when he took his dick out.

It was big.

It was beautiful.

H-A-R-D-!-!-!

I thought I was going to have a heart attack, but was spared. (Probably because of all my swimming, I was in excellent shape then. )

And as you can well guess, after show me yours, it was time for show you mine.

I did.

And obviously, showing was not enough and soon we were having a merry time masturbating each other. In no time flat we came - and my sperm actually hit the windscreen, which meant the dashboard was rather messy too! Holding on to Kurt's iron rod, I was a bit more thoughtful and had steered his dick downwards to mess up the floor instead of the rest of the car, but then again, I was the oldest and most mature ... at twelve. We managed to clean up the car and I was quite surprised when Kurt, at the end of this, licked his fingers clean of sperm. Just like that!

This was the beginning of a rather strange relationship. We were clearly not dating, neither of us (at least not that I know of) had romantic feelings for the other ... but sex! That was something else. At every opportunity we would masturbate each other and soon it escalated to giving blow jobs.

Did I mention he was big?

I am not sure of his exact measurements, but as I am fairly average, he must have been around ten inches. And his dick was not round like a sausage or a pipe, but rather flat, being almost twice as wide as it was thick.

After about a year, we were in my dad's hobby room in the basement and Kurt wanted me to penetrate him. I tried. I really did. But it did not work. I was too high strung, listening out for anybody approaching the whole time, to actually come up with ideas like spit or grease to ease it up. And at thirteen, I had absolutely no knowledge of sex from other sources. I knew nothing but what I had learnt from the fap sessions and from being with Kurt.

Nothing.

Nada.

But the next time we met up, Kurt, who was way more street-smart than I, provided a jar of grease. Hair grease from his sister's room, but grease it was.

And it worked!

So technically, I lost my virginity to Kurt's bum.

I wish I could say that we came together, but we did not. Kurt could not keep his erection up. It was simply too uncomfortable for him being buggered by me.  And I totally can understand that. But you know, time and repetitions overcome a lot of obstacles and after a week or two, I could masturbate him and time my buggering for both of us to come within a few of secondsof each other.

I do not know if that was the reason for me or if it is just a part of men's nature to love watching other men ejaculate. What do you say?

Kurt and I drifted apart within the next half year of that, mainly because Kurt had found himself a girlfriend, whom he made love to on an almost daily basis. Without me. And remember, he was no more than about twelve or maybe just thirteen!