A Sexual Awakening
So let's cut to the chase. I'm starting this because guys have expressed an appreciation for the way I write about my sex life on another forum. I expect that's why you're here? (If not, you might want to stop reading now :-o)
Before I get going, in case you're curious about who I am....well, I'm just a regular bloke really. Currently in my 50's but blessed with good genes, so easily passing to 10 years younger (so I'm told, frequently). I'm 1m.83, slim, moderately hairy, blue/grey eyes, all my own teeth (oh...that's not true, I have a crown), with once blond curly locks now clipped as short as possible.
So what else might you want to know? Oh yeah. My cock!
I daresay you'll get to see it, but the stats are 6.5 inches/16cm, thicker than average and uncut. I've not got a lot of foreskin, but it's enough to make masturbation easy without lube.
So...a heads up as to why I have the sex life I do.
I live with my partner of over 20 years, but he's not interested in sex. Never has been really. Sex was ok for a number of years, until I realised that basically, I always instigated it and did all the work. It was also boring.
I can't pretend I was ever 100% faithful, but my dalliances were far more infrequent than the more recent years.
It was in my mid 40's when it occurred to me that I'm not getting any younger and my active sex life might not have that long to go.
DUH!
I hadn't accounted for achieving 'Daddy' status. Frankly, I don't like the term...BUT....the principle of being an older man attracting fit and attractive men isn't something I'm going to complain about.
I'm not going to go back through my entire life of sexual activity (I may throw in the one of the better escapades, now and then), but one thing which I am always mildly curious about is a guys' first time cumming, or how they learned about masturbation. So here's my story.
One day at school, aged 11, I was just going in to an English lesson, when I overheard one of the coarser girls from the class, loudly asking one of the other boys if he ever 'wanks'. It was one of those words we all knew, and accepted that being called a 'wanker' was meant to be derogatory and insulting, however, none of us at that age knew what it meant.
Graham (the boy in the firing line) looked a bit uncomfortable, not really knowing how to respond, so Colleen jumped on Graham's discomfort humiliating him even more by asking him if he knew what 'wanking' was. Graham, rather self-consciously, shook his head, at which point Colleen took it upon herself to describe the activity.
Accompanied by actions, she loudly bellowed, " You get hold of your dick and rub up and down, like this, it gets hard and eventually you shoot out a load of white stuff''
That was pretty much it.
Being such an impressionable age, this new recreation I was learning about sounded interesting...so I filed it away in my brain...but not too deep 🙂
A month or so later, it was mid-June and I was on holiday with my parents in Malta. Being the youngest of the family by 5 years, this was the first time I was away without my siblings. One day, my parents and I went to one of the few sandy beaches on the island. In those days, Malta had little tourism, so the beaches were quiet.
It was an unremarkable day to start with, so I don't really remember much about it ...until I decided to go for a walk to the other end of the beach.
Just to interject for a moment. A few months ago, I was sorting through the many 1000's of my late mothers' photographs, when I came across the attached photograph from another holiday to Malta which my parents took, with friends, maybe 10 years after our trip. The picture shows the beach I'm referring to. I remember we parked the car at the hotel in the distance, overlooking the bay and walked down from there, making our home for the day at that end of the beach.
The arrow I've drawn, shows the location of a large rock, on the waters' edge. It's difficult to see, but it was probably about 10 - 12ft high, but there was a smaller rock, half the height, right next to it.
Now on with the story!
Hurtling towards the age of 12, I was growing fast. I probably wasn't the 6ft I am now, but I was a fairly early grower in my year group at school and had already reached puberty, with the tell-tale signs of pubic hair and dick which seemed to get better every day. ('better' was a typo. I meant to write 'bigger'...but 'better' works well enough 🙂).
I was probably just bored when I decided to go for a walk along that Maltese beach. Alone.
As already mentioned, the beaches were quiet then. I don't recall how many people were about but there were very few, which is why someone moving about on the rock shown in my picture, drew my eye. From a distance, I could see it was man, in his bathing trucks, standing on the top of the big rock, looking in my direction. As I got closer, he disappeared from sight. I didn't pay much attention to it, given that climbing about on rocks wasn't an unusual activity, but...with nothing else to look at and idle curiosity as to where he'd gone, as I passed by the rocks, with a casual, sideways glance, I caught sight of the same guy, standing on the lower rock.....NAKED.
As I remember him, he was kind of Burt Reynolds-ish. Mass of dark hair, moustache, hairy chest, very masculine...standing there, hands on hips with his impressive pink member beautifully framed by a thick, dark, pubic bush, looking in my direction.
THERE - in that moment, I had my sexual awakening.
Yes, I'd played with a few school mates, and even had a couple of prepubescent cocks in my mouth. I liked it. I'd enjoyed the sensations of playing with my own cock. I'd even SEEN plenty of soccer players naked in the locker room, showering (dad was a professional soccer player. I'd sometimes go to the training sessions with him) however, this was different. I remember that combination of blind panic, and complete excitement. What should I do? Much as it was undeniably intimidating, the image of him standing there was forever imprinted on my brain.
Naturally, I carried on walking, slightly scared to look back...but I was acutely aware that I was going to have to walk back at some point. Frankly, I couldn't WAIT, but first of all, I had to get to the end of the beach. I was too embarrassed to turn unless it was obvious I HAD to.
I don't recall if I had an erection. I assume I must have done, but I remember the flush, the pounding heart, the scrambled brain and not being aware of anything much, other than the fact that a naked man was standing on a rock behind me.
So...I got to the end of the road (beach), and that was it. I HAD to turn and walk back again. Of COURSE, I couldn't keep my eyes of the rocks in the distance...much as I was pretending to look anywhere BUT there.
Having calmed down slightly, I was now weighing things up. There was no one at this end of the bay, so no one would have been able to see the naked man apart from me. By now, he was sitting on the rock where he had been standing, almost lounging against the bigger rock behind. I was quite relieved actually. Although desperate to see him in all his glory once again, the fact that he was sitting was mildly reassuring, in that I less worried that he might follow me (lol, Oh' how things change). The initial feelings of panic had almost gone...leaving me with the excitement of the situation...but as I got closer, I could see he was playing with himself. I was starting to feel awkward again because he KNEW I was heading in his direction, so he clearly wanted me to see what he was doing. I liked it...but it was a bit scary. As he got closer, with each step I took, the words of Colleen, in the English Language classroom, came to mind. It looked like he was 'wanking'
My heart started pounding again. I couldn't NOT look, but at the same time, I didn't want to appear to be staring at him. However,...his cock was hard. He was rubbing it. He was making no attempt to hide it as I walked by, just 30 feet away. Oh My!
Sorry to disappoint you...but nothing else happened.
However, fast forward to the evening time. I was now back in our Dragonara Palace apartment with my parents. A bit hot, salty and sandy. Time to freshen up before we go out to dinner for the evening.
The bathroom didn't have a shower, just a shower attachment on the bath taps. Kneeling down in the pale pink bath, running warm water over my thin, bronzed, salt encrusted naked body, I still had the image of the nude, masturbating man still very much in my mind.
Of course, I had played with myself before and an erection wasn't exactly a new phenomenon to me, but within the space of a few weeks, I'd been told about 'wanking', and seen a bronzed God on a rock, showing me the way.
Having had no formal sex education, I wasn't really sure what the deal was with 'white stuff' shooting out....but it didn't appear to be an issue for anyone. So, taking cock in hand, with all the horny thoughts swirling round in my head, I started the rubbing as described by Colleen and demonstrated by Naked Man.
I do have a good cock for masturbation. A decent handful, being a bit thicker than average, half a head of foreskin which glides effortlessly back and forth over my nob, and even at a young age, I had quite a big ball sack swinging about. So there I was, rubbing away, possibly for the first time really focused and FEELING the soft you skin over the hard, engorged core. For the first time, focusing on that tingling surge of excitement, racing from my groin, powering through my body.
The three things I remember about that first wank, are;
1. turning sideways in the bath so I could open my legs as much as possible, unrestricted by the width of the bath, and so I could lean back against the wall and push my groin as far forward as I could.
2. changing position at one point, I was still sideways in the bath but my legs spread into 'w' shape so I was sat on the bottom of the bath and enjoyed the sensation of my balls slapping against it as I energetically beat my meat.
3. it goes without saying that the most unforgettable moment (it was a long 'Moment') was the utterly awesome and intense climax. With a gapping but silent mouth, eyes rolling and a fitfulness taking over my body...my first of MANY orgasms, seemed never ending with the mind-numbing sensations almost elevating my senses to something ethereal.
Naturally, the sensation did subside as I slumped, temporarily depleted of energy, into a flaccid heap, casually looking down to see about this 'white stuff' I was told to expect.
Nothing.
The shower hose was still spraying warm water so I wondered if 'the white stuff' had washed way. After all, I had no idea how much of it to expect. Was it like having a piss, a single, one shot dose (like spitting), or something in between? Well, I can't say I was too bothered....come what may, I'd discovered a new hobby which I rather liked.
So that was that day.
The NEXT day (in terms of practicing my new hobby) was more or less a repeat performance of my first time, except this time, lo and behold, 'WHITE STUFF'.
To be honest, I can't recall if it was a big load or not, maybe because I'd nothing to compare it to. It was just there. What I do remember is the effort of trying to take it all in. My second, mind blowing orgasm and all that comes with it, but trying to observe the event of my first ejaculation, watching from my orgasmic state....both nervous, excited and curious, all at the same time.
All I can say is that I obviously liked it, as I haven't stopped since. And as for the naked man on the rock, I often wonder if he's the reason I have always liked public sex. Right from those early days, I liked to masturbate in places where I could get caught. Maybe a story for another day.