How vividly can I remember my first orgasm! It happened when I was in the fifth or sixth grade. I had been out somewhere on my bicycle and stopped by my aunt and uncle's house to use their bathroom. Nobody was home but they always left the door unlocked and I knew it was okay with them if I went in.

After peeing, I began to enjoy the privacy by gently rubbing my penis. This I did often, working up a nice hard-on. I knew it was "wrong" and "sinful," but I did it anyway, hoping to deal with my compounding guilt at some other time. In my aunt's bathroom on this day, however, my erection came on very quickly and intensely. For some unknown reason my penis felt much better than it had a day or two before, the last time I had rubbed it into hardness. I decided to explore these sensations a bit more and dropped my jeans and shorts to my ankles while I stood there, cock in hand.

I continued the rubbing for quite awhile, testing what motions made me feel better. There was definitely something different today, I thought, and I liked it very much. The intensity of the feelings suddenly began to increase and I recall a brief "swooning" sensation as I slipped even more toward total absorption in the powerful sensations that were surging throughout my entire body. Then it hit me like a hammer: A throbbing pleasure that seemed to set my cock and balls on fire. The heat spread clear to my asshole; I could hardly remain standing. My hand motions instinctively increased in speed.

But all of a sudden I was slammed back into reality at the peak of the throbbing bliss. Something was drastically wrong: A long stream of thick, creamy-white fluid was shooting out from the hole in my cock, all over my aunt's upholstered clothes hamper, the carpet and my undershorts that were stretched between my ankles. "Hell, what have I done? What's happening? What is this stuff? How can I clean up this mess? Have I ruined myself?" All those worries and questions racing through my mind obliterated the fun I was having with my body. Suddenly life was different. I had been initiated not only to a new sensation; I had also been introduced to a hundred-thousand new fears, doubts, questions.

After a day or two passed I had calmed down enough to consider trying to duplicate the experience again. By that time I had decided that what had happened must not have been harmful because everything between my legs continued to function normally. So, I cautiously grabbed my penis, worked it into hardness, continued to rub and, bingo, that same white fluid shot out again. This time it was expected so I was able to appreciate the marvelous sensations without alarm. I was now a confirmed self-lover!

Over the next couple of years I learned on the playground from other boys that they too had had similar experiences. In fact, a couple of the guys suggested we "beat off" together. We did, and it was amazing to see their hard, red-headed penises squirting just like mine did. They all reported to me that it felt really good and that they did it often.