Masturbating for the first time

Masturbating for the first time

I’d already had wet dreams, sometimes waking mid-climax, and I’d played with my cock, making it grow hard, but it wasn’t until I was twelve or thirteen years old that I made the ultimate discovery and masturbated all the way to an orgasm.

Mum and Esme were out – maybe shopping – and it was a cold, dark and wet day. I wasn’t allowed to play with the other boys on the estate whilst Mum was out, so I moped around the house. I can’t remember the exact circumstances leading to it, but I found an old cardboard box of my Dad’s belongings which he had left behind when he and Mum separated. We had a small house with little storage space, and things like that would have been stored in the attic, which couldn’t be accessed without borrowing next-door’s step-ladder; nevertheless, I can clearly picture myself sitting at our tiny kitchen table, beholding this treasure trove, folding back the cardboard flaps, and peering inside the box. I don’t remember all of the contents, beyond old newspapers, a photo album, a biscuit tin full of miscellaneous keyrings (I took one, and I still have it: a small metal soldier on a chain) and an old VHS cassette.

It had no case, and the label on the cassette was blank. I don’t recall that I was instantly interested in that cassette. Perhaps I continued to explore the contents of the cardboard box, or perhaps I moped around the house waiting for my mother and step-sister to return; but that video cassette must have piqued my interest, because later that day, or perhaps several days later, alone again in the house, I remember sitting on the living room floor in front of the telly, masturbating to the film that brought me my first orgasm.

I wish I remember what the film was called. I wish I remember more of the story, or the names of the actresses. What I do remember is this:

Two girls, about my age, in a dark blue room. One girl has pale skin and long straight hair, blonde, almost white. The other has darker hair. Standing before each other, they slowly undress. My dick begins to harden. I rest my hand on it, over the fabric of my pants, feeling it as it swells.

The camera lingers on the girl with the dark hair as she leans forward and lowers her underwear. The curve of her buttocks fills the television screen, and then there is a glorious, fleeting glimpse of her small breasts, and I start to clench my dick through my underwear.

Now the blonde girl is walking through a labyrinth, or perhaps a castle, made of glass or ice. Then there is darkness, then flaming torches. The dark-haired girl is asleep, twisting fitfully in bed, dreaming of the pale girl.