The Bridge of Sighs

One reader has talked about people's first ejaculations. Mine happened under a bridge two blocks from the apartments where we lived. We had a one-bedroom apartment for five people. It was noisy and people were always mad and yelling at each other. I would go and hide under the bridge to be by myself.

The bridge spanned a concrete drainage canal. I would climb up the angled embankments and play (or just hide) right under the concrete roadway above.

That started in the fifth grade when we moved there. I also pissed and crapped under the bridge. Not sure how that started. Maybe I didn't want to go home to use the bathroom, or maybe it was a way of proving that the bridge was MY domain.

Sometimes I stood to piss, and watched my little puddle run down the embankment and make wet patterns on the cement. I would also try to see how far in the air I could piss before the stream hit the concrete, or how wide I could spread my pee by twisting my body back and forth while pissing. Another way I pissed, I would lay on my side on the flat top of the embankment, point my dick over the edge, and let every drop of pee flow out that I could possibly release.

That's how it got started that I would get my dick out while I was by myself in my private place.

Around the time that I was thirteen I became very aware of my erections. My dick became more than a spigot to drain my piss. It turned into a fascinating object that needed attention and "exercise" when it was stiff.

Going to my bridge took on a new dimension. I was no longer going there for a negative reason (to escape the chaos at the apartment), but I was now going there as a destination to play with my dick.

I had several ways of exercising my erection. I would wiggle it rapidly back and forth and think of it as a metronome. Sometimes I used it for a gearshift and made engine noises while shifting my hard-on. I also pretended it was the handle of a plunger which had to be pumped up and down.

One day in the spring of the eighth grade I was laying on the concrete ledge, laying on my back with my stiff dick sticking out of my zipper, giving it the usual round of exercise. Maybe I had felt the feelings of sexual urgency before, but I really think this was the first time. My entire body felt altered in some way, maybe lighter, almost like I was hovering over myself and watching myself as a separate person. At the same time that happened, I had an irresistible impulse to do the "plunger" exercise to my erection.

I started feeling totally weird - I could tell that "something" was going on with me, something that was changing the way I thought and felt, something that might be dangerous. I clearly thought to myself, "a few more times of doing the plunger, and I promise I will stop."

About that time (before I could stop) the rush of feelings hit me all over. I was masturbating my stiff dick like crazy, unable to stop and yet hating myself for continuing.

The climax was so profound that it felt like I bounced up off the ledge and then back down.

I was not expecting an ejaculation - did not even know there was such a thing. So when my spray of cum squirted up into the air and my body spasmed sexually for the very first time, I was petrified. My family was only slightly religious, and the whole topic of God and church was mysterious to me, yet at the instant that the cum sprayed out, I had a religious experience, thinking, "God, if you get me out of this, I will be in church every Sunday."

I probably laid there ten minutes without moving, waiting for my breath to slow down and thinking about what it was that I had done to myself. When I finally sat up, it turned out that most of the cum had showered down on my clothes, so my focus changed to how I could get into the house and change clothes without anybody seeing me.

I'm guessing that a month went by before I felt absolutely compelled to do the plunger exercise on my dick again. I still believed that it was dangerous, but my body had an unexplainable desire to try the experience again.  That time I took the precaution of laying on my side to keep the ejaculation from raining down on my clothes.  Gradually I became comfortable with masturbation, and then completely in love with the act. From that time on I went to my bridge not just to be by myself, but in great anticipation, looking forward to enjoying the wonderful experience of jacking off.

BK