[ Title was First Orgasm ]
[ Author was Jeff Smith ]
[ Posted on 14 Feb 1995 01:51:23 GMT ]

  I was twelve -- a geezer compared to Cheryl "pedo-fantasy" Herdey -- and
had already discovered the joy in a vigourous yank.  Not that'd I'd ever
"cast chowder" as it were, but I enjoyed the feeling of pulling my root
and did it often.  Being an over-read nerd, I knew all about puberty,
pubic hair and sexual maturity and I was scouring my nether regions for
the first signs of peach-fuzz as early as nine.  Ah, youth.

  My first spooge is only memorable for its circumstances.  It was at night,
and I was waiting for the bathroom to free up so I could take a shower.  I
was in my room, sitting in my yellowed, tattered bathrobe watching "Ripley's
Believe It or Not" and absent-mindedly tugging on John Thomas.  I don't
know if it was the relxation afforded by the TV, that evenings particularly
lengthy tug-session, or the subtly erotic, gravelly whisper of Jack Palance,
but suddenly I felt a cold, prickly sensation in the back of my throat.  My palms got cold and I felt a strange sense of warmth in my crotch.  

  Surprised, I quickly looked down and saw a shimmering globule of my
genetically-questionable seed launch itself from my SauceRocket and impact
messily against the edge of my desk.  I continued to tug feverishly as
the squirts lessened to a trickle and a sense of great peace settled over
me.  I was a Man!  After trying (unsuccessfully) to coax the dog to lick up
the small gelatinous puddle, I took my shower, reflected upon my entry into
the World of Procreation, and had two more yanks before I fell asleep that
night.

					smith