Early memories

I seem to have always had a fertile imagination and a fascination with all things sexual. I can remember a lesson from the (gay) form teacher at my catholic boarding school on sex education. He seemed at the time to be embarrassed and uncomfortable, but in hindsight, I think he relished talking to his captive audience, and what I was seeing was his excitement.
He told us that men and boys liked to touch their penis and if they massaged and stroked it, the penis would swell and get harder. By continuing to stroke it, a wonderful feeling like a huge sneeze would build up and rush over you and your penis would discharge a white liquid. This was called masturbation and all men and boys like to do it and it is quite natural.
There was silence and some awkward shifting about in the class but also rapt attention. That was a Friday afternoon and I was off home for the weekend just hours later.

Back home next morning I lay in bed and decided I would try this thing Mr Walton had spoken of. I had been thinking about it ever since. I watched my penis slowly grow as I massaged and ran my fingers up and down. The sensation as it swelled was quite novel and enjoyable by itself. My cock became hard and I just loved the feeling as I stroked it and before long, this huge sneeze built and built until it rushed over me. I watched fascinated as my cock twitched and pulsed. There was no liquid, no ejaculation and my Catholic guilt was relieved. I hadn’t really sinned - with no ejaculation - and it wasn’t long before I was doing it again. I don’t remember for sure but it was probably a few days maybe a week of daily masturbation before I did ejaculate. The Catholic guilt returned but never stopped me repeating again and again. And that remains a favourite hobby to this day.