I Remember My Earliest Sexual Experiences
Does a first orgasm count, even if you were alone?
Man, I still remember the feelings and the newness and the wonder and the excitement like it was last week.
I was only a few days past my 12th birthday. I didn’t have a clue about sex. My very strict Baptist parents told me nothing.
I had already discoverd, very much by accident, that rubbing the tip of my penis felt A-MAZING and sent shock waves of pleasure to every part of my body. So I did it as often as I could. I didn’t understand why my penis got hard and stood straight up when I did this. But I also didn’t care because it was easier to rub my little circumcised pecker when it was hard.
So I was laying in bed one night happily rubbing away under the covers, when a new sensation i’d never felt before started to well up from somewhere deep inside my testics! It felt SO much more hot and potent and sweet than anything I’d felt before! But it also freaked me out a little, so I stopped stroking until the feeling went away. But as soon as I started rubbing again, this new feeling surged back even stronger!
It felt like I was slipping closer and closer to the edge of a waterfall. But i could control it. If I stopped rubbing soon enough i could stop myself from slipping over the edge. But I could also sense that an approaching point of no return... a peak... a sweet spot which if I allowed myself to go past, I wouldn’t be able to stop it.
I had no idea what was over the edge. I could sense it was going to be monumental and life changing, but I didn’t know what it would be.
I don’t know how often I stopped rubbing before slipping past the point of no return. Maybe five or six times. But each time I started again, the urge to let myself slip over the waterfall become more and more intense. At last I kept rubbing and didn’t stop. I could feel the mounting pressure and the extasay building and with a mix of curiosity and dread and sheer delight I rubbed myself right over that edge...
And then ...
Something I did not expect began to happen. It became suddenly obvious that something.. I didn’t know what... was only a flash away from erupting OUT of my penis!
I didn’t have time to think or plan or wonder before it happened. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
“What the serious fuck is happening?!!” I thought. But I also knew that it was the best damn thing that had ever happened to me, and that I would do it again as soon as possible.
Man, I still remember the feelings and the newness and the wonder and the excitement like it was last week.
I was only a few days past my 12th birthday. I didn’t have a clue about sex. My very strict Baptist parents told me nothing.
I had already discoverd, very much by accident, that rubbing the tip of my penis felt A-MAZING and sent shock waves of pleasure to every part of my body. So I did it as often as I could. I didn’t understand why my penis got hard and stood straight up when I did this. But I also didn’t care because it was easier to rub my little circumcised pecker when it was hard.
So I was laying in bed one night happily rubbing away under the covers, when a new sensation i’d never felt before started to well up from somewhere deep inside my testics! It felt SO much more hot and potent and sweet than anything I’d felt before! But it also freaked me out a little, so I stopped stroking until the feeling went away. But as soon as I started rubbing again, this new feeling surged back even stronger!
It felt like I was slipping closer and closer to the edge of a waterfall. But i could control it. If I stopped rubbing soon enough i could stop myself from slipping over the edge. But I could also sense that an approaching point of no return... a peak... a sweet spot which if I allowed myself to go past, I wouldn’t be able to stop it.
I had no idea what was over the edge. I could sense it was going to be monumental and life changing, but I didn’t know what it would be.
I don’t know how often I stopped rubbing before slipping past the point of no return. Maybe five or six times. But each time I started again, the urge to let myself slip over the waterfall become more and more intense. At last I kept rubbing and didn’t stop. I could feel the mounting pressure and the extasay building and with a mix of curiosity and dread and sheer delight I rubbed myself right over that edge...
And then ...
Something I did not expect began to happen. It became suddenly obvious that something.. I didn’t know what... was only a flash away from erupting OUT of my penis!
I didn’t have time to think or plan or wonder before it happened. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
“What the serious fuck is happening?!!” I thought. But I also knew that it was the best damn thing that had ever happened to me, and that I would do it again as soon as possible.
51-55, M
