I cannot remember a time when I didn't stroke my cock regularly...I think I must have been born with my erection in my fist. During summer vacation following 5th grade, I convinced most of my little friends to get naked and do it with me in the woods. We had a little club and met to stroke and suck each other frequently. None of them could make their little hairless dicks spurt either. I always stroked my dick at night, on my way to sleep, and at age 11, my older brother who recently moved back in with us (long story) lie in the lower bunk and would scream to Mom about me shaking the bed. Looking back, I'm sure she was amused by it, but she'd simply tell me to stop shaking the bed. By that age, I was having dry orgasms, even though I had no idea that's what was happening. I just knew I couldn't quit till I got that feeling. I learned to stroke real slowly, so as not to shake the bed. It took a long time, but I'd eventually get there. Nothing like learning about edging at a young age! Just before 6th grade started, while jerking with my little friends in the woods, that feeling grabbed me. I screamed out, "It's happening!" and pushed myself to continue. The feeling was so intense that I usually had to quit for fear of actually seriously hurting myself, but being watched closely by my friends, I was compelled to keep up the show. My mouth was open wide, my face contorted, my knees bent and legs shaking while my abs tightened so much it looked like there was a two-inch pipe just below the skin connecting my chest to pubis. I stroked my four-inch erection hard and fast, and was rewarded with a couple of crystal clear spurts. It was so smooth and slippery between my fingers and over the head of my cock. My little friends were impressed and determined to make their own juice after that. By the end of following summer, most of them were also successful. Our newly discovered game was to squirt on each other's cocks and use it for lube. Fun days.
