This story was inspired by gammaray 1234 whose Early Memories story climaxed in the bath with her first orgasm. That's where my first happened too.
I was raised Catholic and fear of hellfire kept from masturbating until relatively late. But curiosity, unrelieved erections, and the images dancing around my brain finally got the better of me. I just had to discover what this sinful mystery was all about. I soaked in a hot bath until I felt totally relaxed. Then I soaped my cock and began to stroke it gently. I took my time (and ever since I've enjoyed a slow, sensual journey to orgasm; never cared much for the quick wank). I felt this magical tingling running through my shaft and into my balls and lower stomach. I was amazed to see how the head of cock swelled up and grew darker in color while my shaft got thicker. When I came at last to my steady stroking, trying to stifle my moans so as not to be heard, I was transfixed by the threads of cum shooting into the air from thee tip of my cock. I felt a flood of warmth flow all through my body. I remember laying back in the tub with a little smile on my face, thinking "Wow. That was wonderful." I believe that response came to define my attitude toward self-pleasure and to sexuality more broadly. But it took a while to get there. Catholic morality had its revenge for a period when masturbation and guilt were synonymous for me. But that is a story for a future post.
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