I was 14. I hadn't ever watched a porno, and had never put two and two together. I knew men and women rubbed up against each other, that naked women excited the hell out of me. I knew that semen had sperm, and men produced semen. For a straight-A student, I hadn't figured out how to get the semen out. I had wet dreams occasionally. They were very embarassing. My parents would wake me up for school, and my father would notice if not the raging hard on, the wet spots. He would never say anything about it though. We pretended there was nothing there but the sheets magically got changed before I got home. I never noticed this at the time.
One day, in assembly, this totally perverted kid rolled up a notebook, put it on his crotch and pretended to jerk off. I had been trying to figure out what the "rubbing of genitals" meant in the dictionary's definition of the word "masturbation". I wanted to masturbate. I thought it meant the rubbing of the testicles. Anyway, a dim lightbulb must have switched on. A few days later, I found myself alone in the house. A hard on presented itself. I went into the bathroom, and sat down on the throne. I rubbed my erect-to-bursting cock. It felt so so good. All of a sudden, as I nearly lost my sight, I found a strange, malodorous substance spewing from my bucking, throbbing penis. I was taken aback. I was so confused. Was this suposed to happen? A few days later, I tried it again. A few days after that, I smuggled a porno into the home, and watched it. I nearly got caught. I now knew the secret of reproduction. And more importantly, of masturbation. Let's just say eight times a day was not uncommon. At times, I would have a hard on 10 minutes after shooting. The second time was almost as sweet as the first, but those first few were by far the best feeling orgasms of my life. I don't think that first cum will ever be bettered. Or should I say beaten?