In this Chapter im exploring how my journey began.
I was intrigued by the idea of "sharing" a wank. I don't really know where the feeling came from. But I had it, and it was enough to mobilize me to do something about it.
As a newbie to the subject, I started googling some forum or general place to see ... and be seen. 
I quickly ended up on Omegle, and was soon banned for exposing myself to random people - who wasn't necessarily there to see penises. Days passed without finding a truly interesting place, or one that -in short- allows you to share a wank, with people looking for the same thing. Obviously some experienced reader, or myself at this point, will say that they do exist and will give good references. But at that time, and with the rush, it was not so immediate.
I finally discovered the "dirtyroulette" website, and I saw the light! A light with few moral precepts, but with a lot of activity. Basically the site is a random loop of one-to-one webcam connections with strangers around the world. It has premium service, but I never needed it, not even logging in is essential. The only "filter" possible in the basic version is to select your country, as a measure of the webcams you want to see. I keep using it from time to time ... and found out that they have put "tags" to find people with "common interests" like "dom", "sub" etc.
I quickly adapted to the rhythm of the site. It was not a lot of science, passing and passing until finding someone interesting ... obviously the physical factor is predominant, because in the seconds in which you interact - sometimes less - you have to make the decision to continue or stay.
Now, where did the turn take place? One normal day, at night, when I was jumping from camera to camera I fell into one, in which there was an American. Since I know English - not being my native language - we communicate well. Perhaps he mistook my normal distance, seriousness, or attitude, as if he was trying to give a signal to be or like a particular type of contact.
In short, and without wasting time, he asks me "tell me what to do, please." My first reaction, coming from absolute innocence, would have been to ask: What? What for? With what sense? But as a human, I don't want to be seen as ignorant or exposed in my ignorance of the world, even if it is the most normal thing, or if descending to the underworld does not always have its first time.
So, I said "sure".
The dude started wanking. Normal wank: up and down. He was sitting in the desk chair, exposing his body from neck to knees. Sensing that it was not just telling him to initiate the only thing expected of me, I began to "read" his movements and signals.
He was sweating. His white body was flushed around his hands, chest, neck, and cock. His breathing was erratic. It seemed like he was carrying a weight a long time ago, and had found the opportunity to ... unload.
He stopped, just after two minutes.
He started to wank slowly. Soon, his balls - which had relaxed and hung loose - tensed and shrunk. First bell.
As if it were the order of the orphanage governess, he immediately released his penis, placing his hands at his sides. He sighed. And, even if I could only see his chin, I knew that he noded.
In that very act, I was baptized. In a way that could be thought of as opposed to common sense, but I quickly understood that "domination" - or simply being in charge - does not mean setting rules, times, or rhythms, but rather being the taker of an attitude.
He settled into his chair. We both knew that we reached the understanding necessary to get what we were looking for.
I felt something strange: responsibility. I was being expected.
There were expectations about me, in such a private matter, that I was partly overwhelmed. It had to be up to the task.
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I was intrigued by the idea of "sharing" a wank. I don't really know where the feeling came from. But I had it, and it was enough to mobilize me to do something about it.
As a newbie to the subject, I started googling some forum or general place to see ... and be seen.
I quickly ended up on Omegle, and was soon banned for exposing myself to random people - who wasn't necessarily there to see penises. Days passed without finding a truly interesting place, or one that -in short- allows you to share a wank, with people looking for the same thing. Obviously some experienced reader, or myself at this point, will say that they do exist and will give good references. But at that time, and with the rush, it was not so immediate.I finally discovered the "dirtyroulette" website, and I saw the light! A light with few moral precepts, but with a lot of activity. Basically the site is a random loop of one-to-one webcam connections with strangers around the world. It has premium service, but I never needed it, not even logging in is essential. The only "filter" possible in the basic version is to select your country, as a measure of the webcams you want to see. I keep using it from time to time ... and found out that they have put "tags" to find people with "common interests" like "dom", "sub" etc.
I quickly adapted to the rhythm of the site. It was not a lot of science, passing and passing until finding someone interesting ... obviously the physical factor is predominant, because in the seconds in which you interact - sometimes less - you have to make the decision to continue or stay.
Now, where did the turn take place? One normal day, at night, when I was jumping from camera to camera I fell into one, in which there was an American. Since I know English - not being my native language - we communicate well. Perhaps he mistook my normal distance, seriousness, or attitude, as if he was trying to give a signal to be or like a particular type of contact.
In short, and without wasting time, he asks me "tell me what to do, please." My first reaction, coming from absolute innocence, would have been to ask: What? What for? With what sense? But as a human, I don't want to be seen as ignorant or exposed in my ignorance of the world, even if it is the most normal thing, or if descending to the underworld does not always have its first time.
So, I said "sure".
EDGER
Wank.WANKER
Yes.
He was sweating. His white body was flushed around his hands, chest, neck, and cock. His breathing was erratic. It seemed like he was carrying a weight a long time ago, and had found the opportunity to ... unload.
He stopped, just after two minutes.
EDGER
We... end up?WANKER
If I go on, I will cum. Perhaps... something more irregular allows me to continue without quickly reaching the edge.EDGER
Ok. Let me see. Restart, slowly.
EDGER
Hands off.
In that very act, I was baptized. In a way that could be thought of as opposed to common sense, but I quickly understood that "domination" - or simply being in charge - does not mean setting rules, times, or rhythms, but rather being the taker of an attitude.
EDGER
Ready?
I felt something strange: responsibility. I was being expected.
There were expectations about me, in such a private matter, that I was partly overwhelmed. It had to be up to the task.
EDGER
Grab it.-*-
