From: Steve
Subject: first times
Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 01:41:07 GMT

I've posted a shprter verion of this before, but I'm posting it now to
steer this group back too what it's suposed to be about. Post your
stories--

When I was 9 or 10 I used to walk in on my 12-year-old brother naked and
humping a pillow. I had no idea what he was doing, nor did I care at that
point. He'd say, "Shh" and that was the universal code for "Keep this
under your hat."

It wasn't til I was in 7th and 8th grade did I start to spend the time
after I took off my school clothes, but before putting on my play clothes,
looking at my dick as I made it hard just by thinking about it. While
sitting on the toilet,  I'd amuse myself by getting hard and soft. My
grandmother had told me long ago not to touch myself because "it was
dirty" so I never did. I'd just fantasize about being kidnapped by amazons
who'd tie me up, fatten me, make me wear thongs or diapers and make me
play with their breasts. (I was reading Edgar Rice Burroughs at the time)

My knowledge of sex was still pretty sketchy though, and I had no idea
what was about to happen.

No one was home in the time between me coming home from school and taking
off for my paper route, so I'd use that time to walk around the upstairs
part of the house naked, measuring my dick with a ruler and pretending the
amazons were probing me.

Once I was on my parents' bed, humping a pillow (I'm still not touching
myself at this point) when I felt something I never felt before, panicked
and stopped what I was doing, when I sat up, there was a drop of white
fluid at the tip of my dick. I got scared and swore off playing with
myself. (Like, how long would that last?)

Weeks later, it was back thinking about the amazons. I was walking around
wearing only my brother's jock strap, and this was very erotic for me. I
laid down on his bed, let my imagination run wild when I felt the wave
come.

I panicked, I had no idea what was happening . I jumped out of bed and
tried to pull off the jock strap when I started squirting all over the
jock strap and the carpet. I felt like I was peeing, but it wasn't pee,
and I lost all control, the white stuff wouldn't stop.

I swore I wouldn't do it again. Right.

Around this time, my brother had shown me where he kept his stash of
Playboys, I remember looking at the pictures and my dick got so hard I had
to lower my trousers. Then the wave came and I pulled up my pants, and
came in my underwear.

I certainly didn't want to talk to anyone about something so embarrassing,
so I went to the libary, did some reading, and found out it was all
supposed to be happening.

I remember sitting in my Algebra class, freshman year of high school, it
was the last period of the day and all I could think about was, I'm going
to go home and have an intentional orgasm.

I got home, went in the bathroom, took off my clothes and put some folded
towels on the floor, with a washcloth on top. I started humping it,
determined not to panic, and not to stop until I was squirting.

I got down, humped, humped, and the wave came, and I panicked anyway, but
instead of futilely trying to get dressed, I got up on my knees, and saw
something I had never seen and haven't seen since.

My dick was sticking out perpendicular to my body and it suddenly jerked
up and a big load of cream shot out, it drooped down again, then jerked
back up for another shot. It did this for thre or four squirts. I didn't
think it would stop, it just went on and on. (Looking back, I had so much
semen because I had probably gone months without squirting. I don't think
I could go that long without an orgams now). And it felt fantastic.

This of course soon became a daily routine with slight variations. I had
heard of jerking off, but didn't really understand it. So I'd sit on the
john, grab my dick tightly and whack it up and down without running my
hand up and down. It worked fine, until I learned about stroking.

Then, I had a cyst on my butt which required me spending an hour in the
bathtub everyday. You can imagine how I spent that time.