First experiment with masterbation: age 11; a friend two years older than I tried to show me...it didn't work on me, but it did work on him! At the same time, he told me about fucking...but he got it wrong. I thought he was talking about shoving his dick in a girl's ass (I didn't know what else they might have.) I told him he couldn't do it and offered to let him prove it using my ass. Well, he could do it, and I LIKED IT! He didn't know to move it in and out, but it was still fun!
I fell in love a couple of years later, in high school, but still didn't know what to do. We'd skinny dip or play chicken in a lake sitting on each others shoulders naked...only I could spin him around...(I've always been pretty big for my age.) He knocked up a girl and left the country with their child. I've never seen him again.
In college, I was in love with one of my fraternity "Little Brothers". We'd make out or sleep together, but I still didn't know what to do. His Catholic background caused him to tell me to get "my filthy, perverted hands off of him." I've only recently...30 years later...told him about my crush. He's married, with two kids, and claims to have forgotten the whole thing. As old, porky and dissheveled as he is, he's still very attractive to me.
Also, in college, I was stalked/followed home from the gym by a guy in my gym class...also, in the next door fraternity house. After he did this twice, I figured out why he was there, wired the door shut so my roommate couldn't get in, even if he unexpectedly came home, and sixty-nined for twenty seconds..when we both came. I can't tell you how long I tried to gargle the "stuff" out of my mouth! I tried to find him several weeks later, but he had been expelled for conduct unbecoming....
When I got to law school, I still tried to hang around the undergraduate fraternity chapter house. The scuttlebutt was that one of the brothers, a varsity cheerleader, was gay. I was around the chapter house, playing cards one weekend night, when the brother/cheerleader came in. He came over to kibitz on the card game and "accidentally" brushed his crotch against my elbow. After playing that and similar games for a few minutes, he announced he was going to bed. I excused myself from the game for "a minute to go pee" and followed the guy to his room. I asked him to come to my apartment for "a drink." His answer was "I don't think you want me to come for a drink." I responded: "If you come over, I don't think you're coming over for a drink." He agreed to come over and I agreed to meet him out front of the fraternity house to drive him to my place. I was so excited about finding a like-minded guy, and so anxious that he might not show, that when he emerged from the front door of the fraternity house, I shot off in my pants! That night I finally learned or experienced pretty much all the basics.