so i’m not a great writer. but i’ve been meaning to tell this story for a while.
so i’m in 7th grade. nrbs (no reason boners) had been going on for some time now but i had no idea what to do with them. i was for sure aware that masturbation was a thing. but had no idea where to start.
so one day i’m in my room. laying on my bed when a mean 7th grade erection strikes me. so i grabbed the base of my wiener with two fingers. and started flipping up and down. the pace began to increase until i was really whipping this thing around. suddenly i started to feel something coming on. so i kept at it and as the blinding joy of my first orgasm hit me i flung jism all over my room. hit my headboard and the opposite wall. hit myself.
i felt pretty great about my success. i would only realize the full extent of the damage i’d done to my room when i turned on the blacklight i’d purchased from spencer’s gifts later that night.
i’d refine my technique over time. but it was a rough start.
Random boners in school sucked. Always seemed to be 5–10 minutes before the bell would ring for the next class, and a pocket rocket would pop up. I would always have to find some creative way to hide the obvious bulge protruding forth from my pants.
I was 12 and trying to sleep and my massive og hog wouldnt go away. I moved and I was like ohh that felt good. So I moved like a snake back and forth in my bed, just dragging my og hug until woooahhhh and then my boxers were glued to my sheets. I did that every day for months until I figured out the proper technique
Hell, I never actually threw ropes until my mid 30s. It went from a trickle to being able to literally shoot massive amounts 5ft. Like even the whoriest of whores have a problem with my volume.
All I can think is it’s because I had a lot of prostate problems as a kid due to several surgeries, and they eventually healed up enough to turn me into the Sooper Splooger or some shit.
