Chapter Ten: What Is This Stuff?

Every man remembers his first orgasm. I don't care what you say or do, they remember. That is the central turning point of when a boy becomes a man and all his priorities change. He simply quits playing with those toy trucks and starts playing with his dick instead. Some never stop after their first one, some do it on occasion. This is the story of my first ejaculation.

When we got back to Oregon, we moved in with my dad's brother, then eventually found a house in Gresham, Oregon. My dad got a job at a company called D&D Manufacturing. They manufactured stereo speaker cabinets and grilles. But the house we moved into only had two bedrooms. Which meant, mom and dad got the master bedroom, my two sisters got the other bedroom, and I got stuck with a bed that was set up on the far side of the living room, with no privacy at all.

The room was a very long rectangle, but when mom and dad were up late watching television I would have to listen to it as well. This made things very difficult for feelings and emotions that were starting to surface at this time. And one night I experienced my first orgasm, while my mom and dad were watching TV. And never knew it...lol.

I was feeling funny that night. The feeling was me wanting to play with my penis for unknown reasons. I wasn't like feeling horny, so to speak, but my hands just couldn't stop touching it. It was late at night. I was in bed with the covers completely covering my body while I could hear mom and dad watching Johnny Carson. I was listening to my mom and dad laugh and knew they weren't really paying attention to me and my hands started going a little faster and I was starting to feel feverish and I wasn't sure what was happening.

Then I found if I rubbed the head of my penis against the sheets, it made it feel really really good. Earlier that day, I had noticed a nice looking male surfer on television and started thinking about if he does to his penis what I was doing to mine at his house, and that got me really happy, and I started rubbing it faster and faster. I had no idea what I was doing, and all of a sudden I shuddered and convulsed from the pleasure of it, as I shot with force onto my sheets. At first, I felt like I peed my bed, and was scared, because I didn't want my mom to have to clean up pee. I looked at my stomach and realized it wasn't pee, because it had a whitish color to the liquid. And started asking myself, "What is this stuff?" and really got scared. I almost called mom and dad over to have them look at it, but something inside said, no. It wasn't painful, and it actually felt good as it came out. And decided to keep this a secret.

I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom, and looked at it even closer and had a strange desire to lick it, and did. It tasted salty and weird, and smelled like chlorine and it's a taste, that once you have tasted it, you never forget it. After cleaning up, I felt really tired and just went to sleep faster than I usually do.

The next morning, I asked a new friend of mine, Burt, at school, about what I did, and he said, that I had an orgasm. I said, "A what? What is that?" He said that men have orgasms after masturbating or having sex. I asked if he did that, and he said, "Yes, all the time, it feels great". I laughed and then he laughed. And all day, was looking around at other boys and started wondering about if they did that too. But seriously, all I wanted to do, was go home and do it again. And I did, and have pretty much every day since.