Anyone else start masturbating before they could actually nut? I started when I was like 11 and did it pretty much every day to the limited spank material I had access to: sexy movie scenes, bra catalogues, normal magazines with random pics of women in revealing outfits, thoughts of my teacher or other older women in my life, whatever.
I would do it so much sometimes that the skin on my dick would get raw. Also wasn't limited to my hand - I would use the jets in pools and hot tubs to get off, rub up against pillows, spray my dick with handheld shower nozzles, random things that happened to vibrate, etc.
I think around 12 was when I nutted the first time. I was jerking it like normal when all of a sudden a little bit of jizz came out. I was like "huh?" I mean I knew enough from sex ed that it would happen eventually but it was still a surprise.
I think we all experienced erections before we were ready to ejaculate. Some may not have, but I know I was humping without knowing what the fuck was going on.
I got double-fucked because my first ejaculation was a [NOBABE]wet dream[/NOBABE] at age 9. Beyond the fact that I had not had sex ed yet, which doesn't done until high school back in my conservative '80s, I had very conservative parenting, so I did not know what the fuck was happening. But with all of my early ejaculations being wet dreams, even not knowing what they were, I didn't want them to stop. They felt so good, and usually it was some woman I had seen on TV that was running in my mind.
I did not tell my parents, and my mother grew up with all sisters, so she didn't know. I started taking toliet paper to bed so I could wipe my underwear. She found the toilet paper and I told her I had a runny nose. I started sleeping nude, but once my mother caught it when it hadn't dried yet a good year later, she knew what it was. Oh boy you want to talk about guilt being thrown down on you almost a full year during age 10! My father travelled for weeks at a time, so I think that factored into her guilting me, until he told her to lay off. My mother hated me, being the oldest, and being a man, having only grown up with sisters, it was a long childhood.
I think that's why she finally told me about sex, at age 11, yes, that late. Understand I had tried to find a book on it at the library before, but my mother caught me looking through the section, and that was that (no more library). I finally realized the innocence everyone was making fun of me about at school. Indirectly, I started masturbating, due to my mother telling me what my cock was doing. Once I realized I could stimulate my own cock, I was busting as much as I could. That stopped most of the wet dreams, and my mother was happier, not realizing I was masturbating. She even thanked me for not having wet dreams and making a mess, yes, she was that fucking stupid, thinking I could control them, and the associated guilt, from my mother. Again, it was a long childhood.
I'd try to go almost once per day, if I could get alone, as my brother and I shared a room. Like yourself, and this is the '80s, I'd find whatever I could in the house. My mother found the JC Penny mag in my room once, and hid it from then on. I never got raw, because I only used pillows, sheets and other things, although I tried to nut into toilet or other tissue paper. The wet dreams stopped, so my mother was happy. It wouldn't be until my 20s before I started using my hand, and I was married by then. It was really my wife who did most of those early handjobs, keeping it wet with her mouth, which eased me into it. I never liked using my hand before then.
I do have to say now, not using my hand until then had kept my skin quite sensitive. Tit-fucking my girlfriends in my teens was very sensitive and I'd often nut fast, so I'd slow down to prolong it. In fact, I avoided getting blowjobs because I'd nut way too fast, no matter how hard I tried to not do so. Ahhh, for my rod to be that innocent again.