Back when I was 10, during the school summer hols, I and my friend Paul decided we would go to the seashore a mile across the fields, to where there were some sand dunes with 20-30 ft cliffs we could play war games on. We enjoyed pretending to be shot and doing a dramatic fall off the edge of the cliffs, though knowing it wouldn't hurt hitting the soft sloping sand at the bottom.

Getting to the shoreline a quarter mile before the dunes, we kicked a football along the sea wall, and I was running ahead of Paul. I booted the ball extra hard, and the ball was carried by the wind in a curve around a walled corner into the start of the dunes. Running around the corner to get the ball I was surprised to see a man having a pee (as he was also surprised to see me). Grabbing the ball I ran back the way I came and giggling, shouted to Paul that there was a man having a pee.. As we both peeked around the wall, the man was standing about 6 feet from the corner, fully dressed, which embarrassed me, but he was friendly and started talking to us, beckoning us to stop and chat, which we did.

Commenting that it was very windy, he asked us if our hands were cold, to which we replied that they were. Telling us that he had a good way of warming hands up, he asked us if he could show us how, and we agreed he could. He then took my hand, and opening his coat, I saw his cock sticking out as he put my hand on his cock near his balls. I and Paul looked at each other and giggled, thinking that this guy was weird. He then took Paul's hand and put it on his cock near the head, and then showed us how to move our hands, my hand gripping him like a stick and moving up and down, and Paul using his first 2 fingers and thumb, to roll around the head of his cock in a circular motion. He kept chatting all the time, and had us swop hands and places, asking if our hands were getting warm, which we both agreed that they were..

I remember that I was surprised that there was hair down there, as I didn't have any, and I was also surprised that his cock was so big and stiff, standing straight up. This went on until, with my turn at the head of his cock, he suddenly let out a long groan and his come squirted out from the end, going up my arm to my elbow, onto my hand, and a little on my trouser leg (Neither Paul or I had any idea what it was or what had happened).

Paul and I looked at each other, still stroking the man's cock, and I remember saying "eeeuuuww"! Paul looked at me and asked what we should do, I simply said "Run"! At this, we both let go of him and sprinted up the dune, not looking back, hearing him pleading to go back. We had no intention, not that we were afraid of him, but more that we were afraid of another adult seeing what we'd been doing. We didn't stop until we heard voices and rounding a dune, found a family with 2 children and a dog playing, where we felt safe that he wouldn't bother us again.

We never saw him again, and we didn't talk about what had happened to each other. I remember deciding to try doing it to myself a few weeks later in our bathroom, and thus had my first orgasm (though without come). I'll never forget how good it felt, and though the experience with the man was wrong, he didn't harm or frighten us, and he was directly responsible for me discovering the joys of masturbation.

I've been happily married for a long time now, and have grown children who have all left home. The only legacy of that incident, has been that I've had an occasional bit of fun with married couples, three in a bed, without any fear or dislike of another man's cock close to me.