Thursday, July 2, 2020
The Sprained Penis
I remember my situation at the time of blowing my first wad. I was in trouble at school. My parents had to enroll me in an alternate school for truants and troublemakers. They were mad and embarrassed and disappointed which made things tense at home. The very night after I started at that school I was messing around in bed and like to went berserk when I climaxed and shot cum all over myself and the sheets and everything. So I was telling myself, not only have I got this stinkin' school to worry about, but now I sprained my penis. When I tell my parents, they will murder the hell out of me.
By morning I talked myself out of telling anybody about my penis, decided just to wait and see what happened. Not long after, a dude at the special school sort of connected with me one day in a restroom and we became a jerking team, shooting our loads at every chance.
I cleaned up my act and went back to regular eighth grade, happy about my new skill. And I am still glad this many years later that I never told my parents I was scared that I damaged my penis.
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"I sprained my penis!" Very descriptive and also amusing. It would not surprise me if the emotions and stress you were going through primed your body for your first ejaculation.
ReplyDeleteHe sprained his dick? I can't get my breath for laughing! Thank you for this wonderful start to the morning.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to your experience. My first time, I was terrified by what happened, and by the fact that whatever that "stuff" was that came out of me, did so without my ability to make it stop. I was so upset, thinking how embarrassing it was going to be to tell my parents what happened, and fearing they'd have to take me to a doctor and I'd have to tell him what I was doing to my penis when it happened. I was so upset that I cried myself to sleep. But when morning came, everything seemed to be all back to normal. Then I started thinking about how nice it actually felt, and I went into the bathroom, got it stiff and did it again. After that second time, I was hooked for life.
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