Childhood narrative

I'd been watching porn and looking at mags for a while, and knew what masturbation was. Waited until I got an erection one day after school when I was all alone, I think it was the beginning of the 5th grade. I threw on a porno tape, took a hustler and started leafing through it, then grabbed some lotion and started stroking. Felt weird at first. Good, but almost frustrating. With each stroke I felt like it was just about to happen but couldn't quite imagine what 'it' was like, only what it looked like. My eyes were transfixed to the television screen, but all that ran through my mind was "almost there...almost there...keep going...get it out...just a little more..." My entire body got warm and I stopped breathing, this was it. I started stroking as fast as possible and then my cock started throbbing and pulsating, I could feel it pushing out something hot but I'd already closed my eyes and was laying on my back, hand still wrapped around my dick, thrusting and moving my hips with each throb. Finally I took a gasp of air and opened my eyes, kept cumming for a bit, and then looked around once I was done. Couldn't believe what just happened, so I checked the time and saw that I still had a while before my parents got home and just laid there naked, porno still playing, staring up at my ceiling for about a half hour before putting everything back and taking a quick shower to get all of the sweat and dried up cum and lotion off of myself. Masturbation would become a favorite hobby of mine soon enough.