My first time trying to retract my foreskin  I was about six years of age, or younger  a number of things unfolded in-front of me in a short space of time, and in which order , I can't remember. 

Not necessarily in the right order, one of my first recollection is a physical in school, we were given a full examination,  including our genitals, my best friend and a few others missed school for a week or so, at different stages, when they came back they literally were able to display to all what was done to them,  they had been circumcised, their foreskin was removed. and I and for many of us we looked on in awe

My Father  at the time would often walk around the house with just a shirt on, no underwear, and naturally enough he was hugely bigger than me , at that age, but he always had the head of his penis (glans) visible, I  believed he was circumcised years later I discovered he wasn't

A boy was sat beside me in class, around the same age, but he was sitting on the inside seat, and basically couldn't be seen by anyone, and what he got up to, except me.

This boy when he got comfortable, books on the table etc, would reach into his pants take his penis out (in-front of me)push his foreskin back develop an erection, and have his penis standing up out of his pants for a period of time,

 now and again he would stroke it, keeping it erect.  He couldn’t be seen as we were up at the front of the class, and the last row, and I was sitting on the outside of him, basically blocking anyone's view. Even if the teacher walked by, he could cover it, I was probably the only one that ever seen what he was up to.

I remember the first time I tried to push my foreskin back, I managed to move it a little, and was fascinated as the tiny little glans, barely broke through the skin, Hardly a millimetre, at first. and did so when taking a pee, the immediate benefit to this was I could now pee straight, and in one flow into the bowl, instead of two different directions, which was my normal at the time when I’d normally miss with both, hitting the floor or the wall, I also was a bed wetter, but that all stopped as well,  I don’t believe it took me more than a week, to get to the stage where I managed to get my foreskin back as far as the ridge. 

The amazing feeling, of the glans touching my pants was awesome, I loved it, I also loved rubbing or massaging it with my thumb, I experienced, really intense orgasms, from a very early age, without ejaculating

It was annoying when the foreskin crawled forward,I'd have to put my hand down my pants and push it back, then one day (I'll never forget it) it stayed back, but during the night, it always crawled forward, and it wasn't till my teen years, when one morning I awoke elated, My foreskin was still retracted. it stayed that way for weeks or more until I had a doctors appointment, and although, my reasons for the visit had nothing to do with my genitals, I actually lived in fear that he might want to give me a full medical, and fear made me bring my foreskin forward, and there were a number of other occasions when I'd have to do that  

One day my brother and I took a pair of scissors and attempted to cut off our foreskin, (luckily the scissors wasn’t sharp, and it was hurting trying to do it) For years I could only get my foreskin to go back this far, but after I’d been scolded by my mother, I became conscious, of my actions, I didn’t use the urinals in school, but the cubicles instead, where I could go in and retract my foreskin, and basically do what the older boys were doing. If the glans were covered, especially at the beginning of all of this, as my foreskin slid forward fairly quickly, pushing it back generally induced an erection, which for the duration was an amazing feeling. Although I was very secretive fearing if I was noticed it would get back to my parents. It wasn’t hard not to notice other boy’s penis, in the bathroom, many were blatant in displaying theirs, playing with themselves, But you also had to watch out in-case you were going to get peed on. and this became more relevant in life as I grew older, and socialised more.

I gave up going to school when I was fifteen and started working, although I had been drinking for years, in the local tree camps etc, one I set up my-self. But I was now allowed into the local pubs, as were many of us.

Many of the customers were actually school students, but naturally many were a lot older and maybe more mature, and we at some stage would all have to use the bathroom.

At this stage I'd been keeping my foreskin retracted permanently, we were a small village, everyone knew everyone, I'd been scolded by my parents, (particularly by my mother )for what I was doing and enjoyed doing, and lived in fear from the wrath of God, I feared using any toilets where someone might see my penis and my parents might be notified, so I would generally wait and try and use the cubicle, now and again if there was no-one in the toilets I'd use the urinal, if I got started to pee before someone else came in, I might be able to finish,

Sometimes others would nearly display their penis in front of me, obvious that they were bigger, some would actually have semi- erections, or full blown ones, and actually stroke themselves in front of me, I never hung around  for the final outcome.