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Orgasm Number One
Memory is a funny thing. I currently can't find my keys that I just set down. But my first orgasm, which happened twenty years ago? I remember that like it was yesterday.
It happened when I was fourteen, which makes me a little bit of a late bloomer. I get so envious when people tell that they first learned to masturbate when they were 13, 12, even 11. One of my ex- girlfriends told me that she was TEN. Can you imagine?
It's ironic that it took me this long because as far back as I can remember, I was always a very horny kid. I remember getting erections as a small boy, and remembered that they felt good. I remember thinking about what girls looked like naked even though I actually had no idea), and I remember being excited in getting to see my friends exposed genitals at sleepovers and the swimming pool locker room, all of the different shapes and sizes. I remember once when family friends were over, one of their daughters, a girl, was sitting on the toilet. I don't remember what compelled me to do this, but I noticed that she had left the door open, so I followed her in there. We talked very casually as she sat on the toilet, and I couldn't see much aside from the side of her butt and the pink panties that were bunched up around her shins. I was fascinated by those pink panties that looked so warm and soft.
I also remember seeing my dad naked a number of times growing up, sometimes getting out of the shower at home, sometimes at the changing room in the pool. I had no attraction to him at all, but just noticed that while he basically had the same equipment as me, his was much larger than my own, and was surrounded with hair. When I was probably eight or nine, I saw a boy in my school who was probably in 7th or 8th grade at the time change in the pool locker room, and saw that his cock looked comparable to my dad's in its thickness, and the fact that he had some hair. This gave me an idea as to when I should expect my own penis and balls to grow.
I remember getting my first hairs in about seventh grade. I thought that was the greatest thing ever. I also noticed that I was becoming erect more frequently. Between seventh grade and eighth grade, I started to piece together things about sex from my dad, my friends, tv shows, et cetera. This would have been 1999 going into 2000, so the internet was a thing, but not the thing that it is now. I was able to research some things, but there were few pictures and certainly no videos.
It was at this time that I began to understand what the term `masturbate' meant, and that it was connected to the erections that were becoming more frequent. I learned, from the Internet, that it involved a stroking motion, which I got, but also involved an ejaculation accompanied by this amazing thing called an orgasm, which I was not able to do. For months and months and months, I tried, but nothing worked. I would stroke my four and a half inch dick, but no matter how much I did it, nothing every seemed to happen. Looking back, I was spending a lot of time focused on the shaft, and very little on the tip.
I remember reading that there was a peeing sensation that accompanied the ejaculations, and so sometimes I would force pee to go out my boner. This actually felt kind of nice, but I knew it was not the amazing, explosive feeling of the elusive orgasm. It was also at this age that I realized I had kind of an underwear fetish and started to jack while wearing my jock that I used for hockey. Sometimes I would even pee through the jock.
Much time went by and I was never successful. Not being able to figure this out made me really pissed off, and I was often in a bad mood at home. My parents would ask me what was wrong, but how can you explain that when you're only 13 or 14? I understand what masturbation was definition-wise, but was unable to put it into practice. I needed someone to show me, and oh how I wish someone could have!
I think my parents started to figure it out what was wrong, or at least had a ballpark idea, as one day I came home from school and there was a book laying on my bed:"What's Going On Down There?: Answers to Questions Boys Find Hard to As" by Karen Gravelle. This was a well-intentioned idea, but it only made things worse. The cartoon-like images of the boys' penises and girls' vaginas just turned me on even more, and was no help in figuring out how to have that first orgasm. To make matters even worse, it was around this time that I began waking up in the morning to find the front of my briefs wet and smelling of a peculiar odor. I continued to try, and thought that perhaps there was something wrong with me, causing me to not be able to have an orgasm.
And then, in April 2000, very late in my eighth grade year, something incredible happened. My dad and I were watching a rerun of The Man Show, a brand new series with Jimmy Kimmel and Adam Corolla. Towards the middle of the episode, Adam came out wearing a long, white coat, which almost looked like a lab coat. The arms on either side turned out to be false, his actual hands tucked inside. He walked out, his hands pushing up against the coat in a fast, repeated motion. My dad started to laugh, but I didn't get the joke, until I realized that Adam Corolla's hand was pushing against the coat right where his groin would be.
And then I got the joke.
Adam Corolla was pretend masturbating, but I could tell that he was doing it differently than I had. His hand was extending out much farther than mine was, which made me realize that I needed to stroke the whole dick, not just the shaft.
My cock hardened in my shorts, and I very abruptly excused myself and went right for the bathroom. As soon as I got in there I yanked my shorts down, admiring my erection tenting the white briefs I wore. I pulled them down, and my cock sprung up. At this point I was probably just shy of five inches, with hairless balls that hung down pretty low, with a dense but not totally developed patch of dark pubes. I grabbed my cock and immediately began to stroke, just as I had seen Adam Corolla.
It immediately felt different, but I was having trouble keeping the speed up, and soon my hand and dick became clammy, which didn't allow me to go fast without it being uncomfortable.
It was then that I remember reading about sex, and about how wet a girl's pussy was whenever you were having sex, and that it got wet so the boy's penis could slide in easier. It was then I looked on the bathroom sink and spotted the bottle of moisturizer my mom always kept around. I remember that my mom would ask me to open doors for her after she put it on, because she said her hands were too slippery to twist the door knobs.
I pumped a couple squirts in my right hand, and began smearing it around my dick. Once my dick was nice and lubricated, my hand began to fly up and down its length. As soon as my slippery hand slid up against the head, I knew that I had discovered something different.
I closed my eyes and imagined Adam Corolla's hand under that jacket, and then began to match that speed. A couple involuntary grunts and groans escaped my lips. The sound of my slick hand on my erection almost seemed deafening to me, and for a moment I thought that my dad would be able to hear what I was doing. At the same time, I didn't really care. I had discovered something.
The stroking continued, and after only a few minutes I felt something funny deep down in my stomach. The sensation was new and strange and not at all unpleasant, so I continued on. I looked down at my cock, glistening with the white cream, harder than it had ever been in my life.
I suddenly felt the need to pee, and that sensation was so strong and abrupt that it forced me to stop, letting go of my cock. I once again looked down and could literally see my fourteen-year-old boner pulsing along to my heartbeat. It was then that I realized that, of course, all of the material I had read said that an orgasm would be accompanied by a strong urge to urinate, and that feeling I had must have meant I was very close! I excitedly grabbed my dick again and began stroking, my hand now flying up and down the length of my boner. That feeling came back, and despite the urge to stop I kept going. My breathing intensified, growing louder with each breath. I once again was terrified that someone was going to hear what I was doing in the bathroom of my small two-bedroom house, but not enough to stop. I pushed forward, the pressure in my loins building. I went to grab my hairless balls with my left hand and found them pulled tight against my body.
And then the dam ruptured. The pressure that had been building up released, and my breathing went from short, staccato inhalations to a long, relaxed exhale. It now felt like I was actually peeing, like I had been holding it a long time and was now releasing it, the incredible sensations traveling from my stomach to my balls to the tip of my dick. I watched with elation as a shot of a thick, white substance shot out of my cock, landing in the toilet bowl below with a small splash. The second fired off with more velocity, hitting the underside of the upright toilet seat with an audible splat. I continued to stroke my cock as more and more cum shot forth from my penis, and I watched every single drop of cum as it arched over the toilet, some of it landing on the lid, some landing in the water.
My beat red cock grew sensitive, and I was forced to let it go. I watched it pulse as it began to soften, another effect of an orgasm that I had read about. I tried desperately to catch my breath, but the physical activity, coupled with my emotions of the moment made it difficult to do so. I grabbed my dick by the shaft and pointed it up towards me, seeing a glob of cum on my glans. As I held my cock with my left hand, I swiped my thumb over the tip, which made me shudder, and collected the jism. I held it up to the light, examining its color, its viscosity, its smell, connecting the odor with what I had smelled in my briefs some mornings when I woke up.
I felt the need to actually pee, and did, my urine mixing in the toilet bowl with the drops of cum floating in the water. I shook my now totally soft penis dry and pulled my briefs and shorts up. I grabbed a few pieces of toilet paper to clean up the cum from the inside of the toilet lid and threw the tissue into the bowl, flushing the toilet. I washed my hands and made my way back to the living room, rejoining my dad. "Really needed to go, huh" he asked as I sat down on the opposing couch. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Something like that"
He chuckled, and I looked up on the screen to see the end segment of The Man Show, `Girls Jumping on Trampolines,' which featured attractive women in bikinis or short skirts jumping on trampolines. I watched the girls flying high into the air, exposing their panties to my young teen eyes, and began to feel my cock lengthen in my shorts again.
Perhaps I was going to need `to go' again.
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