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My First Orgasm!

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I don't know when I first became aware of my penis. I'm sure, like most males, it was when I was a toddler in the bathtub. A built-in play toy! It's safe to say I've been playing with it ever since. I love to fondle it all the time!

I remember the first time I actually orgasmed like it was yesterday.

When I was young (just into puberty) I used to love to put my semi-hard penis between my thighs and allow it to roll between them, up and down, by flexing or rolling my thigh muscles. I don't remember how I stumbled onto that method, but I did. I remember one time in particular when I stayed home from school, and I was all alone in the house. I was lying on the top bunk of one of the bunk beds (I shared the room with two brothers) reading comic books. I was naked, lying on my back, and had my knees up, rolling my penis between my thighs. The sensation was so amazing! It's possible I came that time, but if I did nothing came out. There was no 'climax' to the fun. I think what actually happened was more of a marathon 'edging' session. It was during those times that I found my lifelong love for running around the house naked. I felt so incredibly naughty while doing it. I still do!

Some time later, I remember asking my folks for a nightshirt for Christmas. I think the whole idea revolved around a naughty plan to be able to not wear anything under it around the house before bed, and of course, TO bed. When Christmas came, I did indeed receive a nightshirt. The trouble was, it was not what I expected. It was short, red, and as I learned in later years, was a ladies' sexy nightshirt. I didn't know then and I sort of ran with it regardless. I was not an adult then, so it did cover quite a bit of me, but it still only went down to just above my knees. I continued to wear my tighty-whities under it though-mostly 'just in case'. I didn't want to have to explain why my penis might be strangely apparent.

Back in those days I was a paperboy. Being the oldest kid in a family of five kids, I learned that if I wanted something I had to earn it. There just wasn't that much money to go around. My solution was to have a paper route. Six days a week I delivered the paper in the afternoon, but on Sunday mornings the route was early am. There was a covered, wooden structure that the company furnished that was sitting in the alley behind our house, and that was where the bundle of papers was delivered to me each day by the company truck. On Sundays I had to 'marry' the sales circulars together with the main paper before I delivered them, and I always did that in our kitchen.

One Sunday morning I was feeling naughty. I was wearing my new red nightshirt when I went to bed. Because I knew I would get up by my alarm clock the next morning hours earlier than anyone else in the family, I purposely went to bed with no undies on. When I awoke the next morning I was feeling very naughty. I had been looking forward to this. I was up when nobody else in the house was up, and I was being naughty and sneaky! Very exciting! I always have made a point of being quiet when I was up early like this, but this time I had more of a reason to. I didn't want to get caught! I quietly walked to the kitchen. When I turned on the light I looked down. There was my penis jutting out in front of me. While not hard, it was not asleep either! I slipped outside. The night was so quiet! On the other side of our alley was a park, so while there were no neighbors to see me from that direction, there was the unknown of not knowing if anyone was in the park or not. It was very dark that Over that way. The naughty part was the fact that our house was the second one from a side street, and there was a bright street light illuminating the whole alley where I was about to emerge from the shadows! I stepped out quietly, nervously looking around. I walked over to the paper box and squatted down. I was suddenly conscious of how vulnerable I was. I looked down, and there I was: My half-hard penis was on full display, nicely-lit by the garish light of the street light. I might as well have been completely naked! I grabbed the two bundles of papers, suddenly eager to get back behind the gate-safely within the dark confines of our tall-fenced back yard.

When I was back inside the kitchen I sat down at the built-in breakfast nook, holding my breath and craning my ears for the slightest sound. When I was assured that nobody else was awake and I was the only one that heard the loud beating of my heart I settled down. I sat down and put the papers into the two stacks on the table. I put my penis in just the perfect spot between my thighs and started rolling it back and forth between my thighs like I loved so much. When I had everything situated about right I started the methodical job of putting the papers together.

I wasn't worried about anything happening, nor did I know anything WOULD happen. After all, it never did in the past.

Not so THIS time!

I had my penis in just that perfect spot. It was feeling heavenly. I was totally enjoying the amazing feeling of pleasure that was building within me. Suddenly, I had an eruption. Cum spewed forth like there was no tomorrow. Spasm after spasm hit me. When it was over I was breathing hard and scared beyond belief. I didn't know what to do! What the hell just happened? What was all this stuff all over my legs and the floor? I gathered my wits the best I could and cleaned it all up with the ever-present dish rag that was sitting by the sink. Oh my god. I don't remember a single thing from that point on. The rest of the morning was a blur. I felt so much guilt, but yet... Wow!

I've never stopped.

Stay tuned for more titbits from my naughty life!



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