That wonderful first orgasm – becoming a man
I was thirteen when I first spurted cum. I guess we all remember that first time – it’s a life changing experience for us all. Nothing is quite the same after.
I was pretty innocent – I had only a hazy idea of the facts of life (even though I was a smart k** and a voracious reader – maybe the tougher boys had a better fix on sex than I had back then).
About a year before my dad gave me the man-to-man facts of life talk, which was pretty pathetic. I guess my mother made him do it, they must have seen that I was sprouting pubic hair and hair under my arms – my voice was alternating between treble and deep bass – clearly, their only c***d was changing…
I remember his talk was delivered to two of us - to my friend and I (he was the only c***d of a broken marriage, his mother asked if my dad would do this difficult task). It is strange how weird this sounds nowadays, but the past is a different country, they do things differently there…
I was scarlet with embarrassment when dad said he wanted to talk to the two of us about sex. He asked us what we knew already, and we said nothing [which was pretty true]. Then he went into a long talk about babies growing in the womb (which I knew all about already from my k**’s encyclopaedia).
Eventually, my friend said what I wanted to ask, “so how does the baby get into the womb?
My father waffled on about the man’s body making seeds and these seeds pass into the woman “in a close embrace”. It is hard to believe, but my dad managed to give the whole facts of life talk without mentioning what the cock and balls are for, that the man produces semen, that the woman has a cunt! I left the room more confused – I imagined that those seeds that the man makes are like bird seed, and I wondered how they could pass into the woman – where? How? I did have a raging hard on during the whole talk, which was nice, though!
A little while later another friend who had an older brother told me that the man makes cream in his balls and that the cream comes out of the penis when it is hard and rubbed by a woman. That sounded interesting and I did lots of rubbing to see if I could make some of that cream – a pleasurable experience, but no cream produced!
Then over the summer I stayed with older cousins beside the sea – older boys who I adored. They didn’t notice me, they had girlfriends. But I did manage to get a book from one of them that changed everything. It was a paperback of a James Bond 007. On the cover was a handsome Sean Connery, leaning back, shirt open, displaying a glorious mat of black hair. I was entranced - he was so handsome, to masculine, so sexy....
That night as I lay in a camp bed in the sitting room reading the book, playing with my cock and balls, I came to a passage where James is fucking a girl, and I could clearly imagine his warm dark hairy chest pressing down, and his long cock making that cream that guys are supposed to make.
Then it happened, I could feel something boiling up from my innermost body. That first ejaculation is amazing, isn’t it? – the slow build-up, the feeling that something completely different is about to happen, the sensation of fluid rushing through a series of little pipes – and suddenly there it was, the cream was pumping out – and life would never be the same again. Yea! I could make cream, I was a man.
And then when I recovered my composure and realised what had happened, I tried to get my penis to produce the cream again and nothing happened! Shit! Is that it? Have I rubbed too hard and wrecked something?
And the following morning I noticed the big yellow stain on the sheet and was in a panic that my aunt would know – that everyone would know. I managed to get the sheet to the bathroom to wash it out and fold it up so they wouldn’t know what a pervert I had become. But even as I rinsed the sheet out, my cock was stiff again, ready for another session, asking for another rubbing, conjuring up images of that black hairy chest and what it would be like to feel it all over and down below his chest to………..
My wanking years had begun!
I was pretty innocent – I had only a hazy idea of the facts of life (even though I was a smart k** and a voracious reader – maybe the tougher boys had a better fix on sex than I had back then).
About a year before my dad gave me the man-to-man facts of life talk, which was pretty pathetic. I guess my mother made him do it, they must have seen that I was sprouting pubic hair and hair under my arms – my voice was alternating between treble and deep bass – clearly, their only c***d was changing…
I remember his talk was delivered to two of us - to my friend and I (he was the only c***d of a broken marriage, his mother asked if my dad would do this difficult task). It is strange how weird this sounds nowadays, but the past is a different country, they do things differently there…
I was scarlet with embarrassment when dad said he wanted to talk to the two of us about sex. He asked us what we knew already, and we said nothing [which was pretty true]. Then he went into a long talk about babies growing in the womb (which I knew all about already from my k**’s encyclopaedia).
Eventually, my friend said what I wanted to ask, “so how does the baby get into the womb?
My father waffled on about the man’s body making seeds and these seeds pass into the woman “in a close embrace”. It is hard to believe, but my dad managed to give the whole facts of life talk without mentioning what the cock and balls are for, that the man produces semen, that the woman has a cunt! I left the room more confused – I imagined that those seeds that the man makes are like bird seed, and I wondered how they could pass into the woman – where? How? I did have a raging hard on during the whole talk, which was nice, though!
A little while later another friend who had an older brother told me that the man makes cream in his balls and that the cream comes out of the penis when it is hard and rubbed by a woman. That sounded interesting and I did lots of rubbing to see if I could make some of that cream – a pleasurable experience, but no cream produced!
Then over the summer I stayed with older cousins beside the sea – older boys who I adored. They didn’t notice me, they had girlfriends. But I did manage to get a book from one of them that changed everything. It was a paperback of a James Bond 007. On the cover was a handsome Sean Connery, leaning back, shirt open, displaying a glorious mat of black hair. I was entranced - he was so handsome, to masculine, so sexy....
That night as I lay in a camp bed in the sitting room reading the book, playing with my cock and balls, I came to a passage where James is fucking a girl, and I could clearly imagine his warm dark hairy chest pressing down, and his long cock making that cream that guys are supposed to make.
Then it happened, I could feel something boiling up from my innermost body. That first ejaculation is amazing, isn’t it? – the slow build-up, the feeling that something completely different is about to happen, the sensation of fluid rushing through a series of little pipes – and suddenly there it was, the cream was pumping out – and life would never be the same again. Yea! I could make cream, I was a man.
And then when I recovered my composure and realised what had happened, I tried to get my penis to produce the cream again and nothing happened! Shit! Is that it? Have I rubbed too hard and wrecked something?
And the following morning I noticed the big yellow stain on the sheet and was in a panic that my aunt would know – that everyone would know. I managed to get the sheet to the bathroom to wash it out and fold it up so they wouldn’t know what a pervert I had become. But even as I rinsed the sheet out, my cock was stiff again, ready for another session, asking for another rubbing, conjuring up images of that black hairy chest and what it would be like to feel it all over and down below his chest to………..
My wanking years had begun!
4 years ago
