I swear I didn't have a clue about shooting cum until this happened in the first week of grade 7. I had to take a gym class. We were only about three or four days into the semester. I was at home after school climbing in a tree that grew next to the back porch. It was a good tree for climbing, limbs you could stand on. While I was up the tree I was thinking about gym class. In my mind I saw all the different dicks and balls that I noticed in that class. All of them different. I found out they were different because I did something that I knew was wrong, I peeked at them. During showers and changing I snuck little peeks.
Up in that tree I was seeing them as a memory while climbing around. In a little while I noticed that my dick was stiff. I rubbed it against the tree trunk. It felt good, sort of weirdo and freaky. I put my pants onto the trunk and wiggled back and forth. I thought my dick might get back to normal. I was still remembering the dicks in gym class. Certain boys and what their dicks were like. I was mashing my dick onto the tree trunk and wiggling my crotch around.
Something was going to happen but I didn't know. In a minute I felt real freaky. I thought maybe it was altitude sickness from climbing way up in the tree. All that time my dick was real stiff. It felt good to rub it. I wanted to keep rubbing the tree with it but at the same time wanted to stop. Does that make any sense?
I didn't know to expect anything to happen. The freaky feeling got real strong and all at once I got a climax that scared me, not knowing what it was. Thinking stuff like this was not good, and I think I hurt my dick. Then I could tell that I had wet my pants too. I got down from the tree and went to the bathroom. My underwear were slimy with some kind of crazy stuff that was not piss. I got a clean pair and put the others in the hamper.
After that I climbed up the tree and rubbed my stiffie every few days, about twice a week. The feelings made me feel good instead of freaky. My stuff squirted in my underwear. I washed out my underwear and hid them until they got dry. Then put them in the hamper.
For a long time the only way I knew to make a cumshot was climbing high enough that nobody could see me and then rubbing and bumping the tree with the front of my pants. And also thinking about what I peeked at in gym class.
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This tree thing may be fairly common. I grew up living on the edge of some woods. My first strange feelings came from ‘shinnying’ up some small tree trunks. I was too young to be ‘shooting’ yet. And I didn’t relate the strange feelings that were happening to my genitals. It seemed to be a whole body feeling. I just knew that I had to stop for a few moments to let the feelings subside some before I could proceed. I returned again and again to the trees to experience these strange feelings. It was strictly a solo activity, I don’t remember discussing this with anyone. It was some time later before I related the feelings to the rubbing of my crotch.
ReplyDeleteafter reading about your experience in the tree made me think why didn't i ever think of that. for me it was with my cousin and it happen while we went to bed at night. then after that first time we did it in the woods and in the barn or were ever else we decided that things needed to be taken care of. thanks for sharing your tree experience.
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