Oh Holy Strokes!

These stories of preachers threatening guys about jerking, they remind me that it was in a church restroom where I jacked off all the way to a climax for the first time. Hell of it is, I was 14 and knew I was going to make it happen.


When I was 12 a friend jacked off for me. It scared me when his cum squirted. I was afraid of doing it. Thought it would hurt, thought it would damage my dick, thought all sorts of frightening things. Because I was scared to jack off, my cum had no outlet. I was almost constantly horny. I played with my boner a lot without letting myself have an orgasm. As a result I had lots of nocturnal emissions plus unexpected ejaculations at random times. One time I came while lifting weights. I got hard for no apparent reason and would sometimes feel a load ooze into my pants after staying hard for a long time.

Okay, too much background. Here goes: I was sitting in church with a massive boner going. Telling my dad I needed to go to the restroom, I tried to be inconspicuous as I walked out of the auditorium. I quickly got settled on a pot in one of the restrooms. I was thinking, what are you waiting for? Why haven't you done it? You're a big dude now.

So I dropped my Sunday slacks all the way to the floor, spread my knees and got settled on the toilet. I leaned back and stared at my erect penis. And, contrary to all my previous moments of playing with my dick, I knew I was going for broke this time.

My boner was large enough to wrap my hand around and execute normal strokes. I began pumping up and down. Imagine the different stages of masturbation. I rapidly passed through each level of jacking. Within very few strokes I was at the level where I had always stopped before. Part of me yelled "Do it, do it, do it!" Another part of me said "You're gonna send yourself to the hospital!"

I kept doing it. The feelings mounted. I felt feverish all over. My dick was somehow itching on the inside. Maybe if I stroke faster I can fix the itch. But the itching just got more intense. Then the big feeling, the ultimate feeling of impending ejaculation kicked in. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I told myself. And at that instant, dick itching, boner hard as a rock, hand jiggling like crazy, feelings scaring me to death, I CAME!

The stuff shot across the stall and sprayed onto the door. It made puddles on the floor and kept dripping and pulsing out of my dick. Some of it had landed on my boxers, but none was visible on my pants when I pulled them up.

Yes, in the church restroom.

And for those who wonder, the fear disappeared and I began treating myself to this secret delight every day or two, looking forward to the supreme ecstasy of climax that I had avoided so long.

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