Thinking back, there were childish sexual experiences which eventually led to my chronic masturbation. There was always the "show me yours, and I'll show you mine" curiosity that we all had as kids, but I am especially reminded of the fifth grade (in the year 1980) and a girl named Patricia. Every day she wore a dress, it was a special day for me. We would sit across from one another during lunch just so I could bend over and look up her skirt. When she pointed down at the table it was my cue to take a peak. Under the table she would part her thighs, pull her panties aside, and  show me her prepubescent pussy.  It was truly a thrill for me despite being a young boy. You see, I was the odd kid who wasn't afraid of the dreaded "kissing girl", or girls in general. Back then the other boys my age thought girls were "icky" and had "kooties". When the "Kissing Girl" came trolloping along and started making smooching sounds, all the boys would all run for the hills. Not me. She was cute, so I stood my ground and let her smooch me to her hearts desire. Yes, she was a strange girl, and I have no idea why she did what she did, but I liked the attention. At least she wasn't as crazy as the "biting girl" who called all the boys "her lunch", but I will spare you the details of her.

Anyhow, back to Patricia. We eventually took our little "game" out to recess. We found a little hiding spot where she would let me rub her pussy through her panties, and for some odd reason neither one of us could get enough of it. We really hated it when we had to return back to class, becasue neither one of us wanted to stop. I would dream about it at night in bed and eventually discovered that if rubbed my cock against my inner thigh it would feel really good. I guess I wasn't quite at the right age yet, because I would rub and get an orgasmic feeling, but wouldn't cum or secrete anything. That didn't last long though. To my surprise one night, that wonderful rush came over my cock and something spewed forth. Something wet and sticky. Back in those days we weren't taught about "the birds and the bees" as much as we were left to figure it out on our own, so I was clueless as to what it was. Never-the-less, I didn't let it stop me from "rubbing one out" on a nightly basis. It was indeed a memorable school year. Rubbing Patricia's pussy through her panties by day, and rubbing my cock against my thigh by night. I was so proud I even tried to show my cousin how to do it, but for some reason he couldn't get his fella to stretch far enough across his inner thigh like I could. We shared the same room during our beech vacations, and I didn't care. I would whip my cock out and play with it right in front of him, as he tried and failed. Neither of us really knew any better, so to us it was no big deal.

When middle school came around, a friend of mine found a large porno collection. It was a gold mine of information that aroused all sorts of curiosity. We found a crate to keep them in, stashed them in the woods, and many days were spent just sitting there staring at pussy pics while reading all sorts of crazy sex tales. I was just dying to try out some of the stuff I was reading. Obviously, as one would guess, I eventually tore some of my favorite pics from the magazines and stashed them under my dresser so I could masturbate to them. It was a lot more fun pulling my dick to these pics than jsut sitting around with my friends in the woods staring at them in wonderment, and so began my addiction to porn. I would jerk off to those pics any time I could find a moment alone.

This eventually led to me wanting more, so I would fantasize about showing the girl down the street my dick. Her name was Chris, and she was on a youth gymnastic team. For a girl of that age, she had a nice muscular ass and perky little tits. Her body was bangin'.  We were good friends and hung out a lot together, so I had to figure out a way to make my move without ruining our friendship. That's when I got the idea to show her my little porn collection. To my surprise she was intrigued, which made her rather curious as well. My idea had paid off, as we eventually began stowing ourselves away somewhere so we could rub each others nether regions. First it began through our pants, but it eventually led to our stripping down to our undies. Back then tighty whities were hip, so when she rubbed by crotch, they made my bulge look really huge. Rubbing each other really turned us on, so it was no surprise when THAT day finally arrived. That day being the first time I came at the hands of someone else.  She was rubbing my bulge one day while I was rubbing her pussy through her panties. Her crotch started getting really wet and hot, which turned me on to no end. She was rubbing away and BOOM!. I blew a huge load. It filled my tighty whities and some of it even squeezed through the material forming a gooey white puddle. This seemed to have thrilled her as much as it did me. It was truly a turning point in our relationship of mutual sexual discovery.

This obviously led to our sessions taking place with our being unclothed from the waste down. Her playing with my cock until I came, and me getting to rub her wet pussy with no panties in the way. It as also the first time I put my finger up inside a pussy. She seemingly had never discovered or ventured in that area before, because the look of surprise she gave me was unforgettable. I remember her going "Whoa" in a surprising manor, then "ooooohhhhh, ohhhh yea, keep doing that". She would grind her pussy on my fingers, getting really moist, and moaning while she rubbed and played with my cock. For two young kids our age, it was truly great a time, and thankfully it lasted for well over a year. It was nearly a daily ritual, but sadly I never got to fuck her. It all slowed down in the summer after eighth grade due to family vactions and such, and that's when I met Dawn. She was a very petite and sexy young girl who always wore mini-skirts which drove me wild with lust. No matter where or when, my dick would stand up straight every time I saw her. We ended up dating,( or was it called "going steady"?), and it was she who finally let me stick my throbbing cock into her tight virgin pussy. My God, I thought I was in heaven. We fucked all summer long and into our freshman year, but sadly right before the holidays her parents moved, taking her along with them. It was a truly a sad day for me, and I imagine her, becasue we both truly liked one another. We thought we were in love.

...and so began my teen years of sexual discovery. Fingering fucking, learning to eat pussy "the right way", and exploring them with my cock. Although I was a young and carefree teenage youth, I still made sure my sexual partners were satisfied, as their satisfaction seemed to please me more than my own. I was just a nice guy I guess, becasue most of my friends could have cared less. They just pulled their cocks out and fucked like rabbits. To them, when it came to sex, their girlfriends were nothing more than cum collectors. Anyhow, back on track, satisfying young women can be hard work, so oddly I got more pleasure in masturbation. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed sex, but it was a lot easier when all I had to do was pull out some porn mags and slowly stroke my dick for an hour or so until I shot my load. I enjoyed taking my my time, admiring my cock, feeling every stroke, and every throb up until I came. The longer I took, the more I would cum. I was so addicted, that I would come home after fucking my girlfriend and jerk off. I swear, back in those days it seemed like I walked around with a perpetual hard-on.

Why I am typing this, I don't know. I just wanted to get it out there, as it was all part of my life and my sexual discovery as a youth. Obviously a lot more went on from the "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours" stage all the way up through my twenties when my cock fantasies began, but those are stories for another time.