Like a bite of the forbidden fruit, once a guy gets the first tasty bit of the good stuff..... It's ON!!
Eric~
I was a very goody-goody boy in my early years. I didn't have any secrets from my parents, nor anything to be ashamed of. Until "It" happened one day. I was twelve and just taking a normal shower when I realized that I was giving my stiff little prick a lot more attention than usual. I ordered myself to stop touching that part of my body, but there was a problem.
My little stiffie was sticking straight out and begging for attention. I soaped it up and gave it some extra rubbing. After a little while I thought, that's enough of that. But Dickie was still stiff. I began a second round of scrubbing. My inflexible weenie felt very strange. I wiggled it, wobbled it and jiggled it. Then the strange feelings spread to my entire body. Quit it! I told myself. And for a moment I did quit. Slowly letting the shower rinse all the soap off my innocent little hard-on. But something drove my hand straight back to my wee erection. Just as I gave my dick a few little pumping motions with my thumb and two fingers, all hell broke loose. My dick pulsed and the strange feelings took control of me, centering in the back of my neck and the small of my back. The feelings scared the shit out of me. And then - - - I can't explain how the next moments felt. It was as if my erect little peter contained a pressurized can that suddenly fired, sending an unprecedented crescendo through my little pee-pee and making me stagger back from the water spray.
What the heck had happened? Why did I feel so peculiar? I wrapped my hand around my little dick and tiny balls. They felt slimy. Yet I had rinsed them off! What in God's name? The next chapter of this story is that I "experimented" the next night. And soon my "experiments" turned into a compulsion. I looked forward to my nightly showers because I knew I was going to do a very private and secret thing to myself. I was going to make my little dickie shoot out that strange sticky stuff. I made it happen every night. And I loved it. Loved it every night in the shower, and suddenly had a secret. Nobody knew my secret. Not my parents, not my friends, just me. And how I loved that excellent moment when the secret stuff shot out of little Dickie and splattered on the tile.
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This is possibly one of the all-time best descriptions of "it" happening for the first time!
ReplyDeleteyou never forget the very first time that it does happen. the great feeling that comes over your body and then it happens. you spill your stuff.
ReplyDeleteThis so describes the irony of our young lives. We are twelve or thirteen or fourteen. We have lived our entire life - every day, every week, every year - without doing anything to our little peter. Then WHAM one solitary event happens and suddenly that little peter is the most important appendage of our bodies. Overnight we are playing with it or thinking about it every minute.
ReplyDeleteYes, this describes perfectly what happens to us after that amazing first time!
DeleteMy first one was indeed similar. I was washing it in my bath and it got stiff. I finished my bath, still stiff. I finished drying myself off, still stiff. I was recalling how NICE it felt to wash it with a soapy hand, so I went to the bathroom sink, soaped up my hand, and "washed" my still-erect young penis some more. And then, suddenly "it happened"!
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I reckon it's gonna have to be comments only. We no longer have an option for Polls. In the recent round of "Enhancements" by Bloggur, they removed all options for polls. Many Bloggerz have complained, but it has fallen on deaf ears.
ReplyDelete@ Anon "Ignorant about Body" You didn't play by the rules. The reader who proposed this comment segment asked for "a sentence or two". You blew well passed it.
ReplyDeleteHowever there is redemption, I featured your comment in another post.
Due to your naughtiness, you gotta find it, no hot-link for you.....(One year!!)
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My mother made a comment about getting us boys rubber sheets. We thought why, nether of us was wetting our beds all though we teased each other about it. We didn't catch on till one later day she sad something about our stained underwear.
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