[ Title was First Orgasm ] [ Author was Jeff Smith ] [ Posted on 14 Feb 1995 01:51:23 GMT ]
I was twelve -- a geezer compared to Cheryl "pedo-fantasy" Herdey -- and had already discovered the joy in a vigourous yank. Not that'd I'd ever "cast chowder" as it were, but I enjoyed the feeling of pulling my root and did it often. Being an over-read nerd, I knew all about puberty, pubic hair and sexual maturity and I was scouring my nether regions for the first signs of peach-fuzz as early as nine. Ah, youth.
My first spooge is only memorable for its circumstances. It was at night, and I was waiting for the bathroom to free up so I could take a shower. I was in my room, sitting in my yellowed, tattered bathrobe watching "Ripley's Believe It or Not" and absent-mindedly tugging on John Thomas. I don't know if it was the relxation afforded by the TV, that evenings particularly lengthy tug-session, or the subtly erotic, gravelly whisper of Jack Palance, but suddenly I felt a cold, prickly sensation in the back of my throat. My palms got cold and I felt a strange sense of warmth in my crotch.
Surprised, I quickly looked down and saw a shimmering globule of my genetically-questionable seed launch itself from my SauceRocket and impact messily against the edge of my desk. I continued to tug feverishly as the squirts lessened to a trickle and a sense of great peace settled over me. I was a Man! After trying (unsuccessfully) to coax the dog to lick up the small gelatinous puddle, I took my shower, reflected upon my entry into the World of Procreation, and had two more yanks before I fell asleep that night.
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