"Close your eyes now, and go to sleep. Nothing more to be done today. Tomorrow is a big day, your twelfth birthday." Victoria gently whispered as she turned off the light. Randy snuggled down into his sheets, pulling them up over his head. He wasn't at all tired.
He then removed his pajama pants and began to explore his body, having discovered how incredibly good it felt to touch his new found favorite appendage. His penis. It didn't take much to arouse himself, a slight touch only. He was teaching himself the art of masturbation, although he didn't yet know what that was. He'd fondle, and rub, then stroke.
Why did this feel so delightful, and guilty at the same time?
He wouldn't reach climax by himself until later the next summer. When it finally happened his still developing mind exploded... and there was a slick and slimy mess of a mess to clean up...
"Damn!" He thought. "This is my new favorite thing, ever!!"
Randy's first love was his penis.
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