I really wish I could remember how old I was when I first ejaculated. It was probably later than most guys. But I do remember the situation-Steve Austin was the reason.
During an afternoon rerun of the Six Million Dollar Man (that's how long ago this was), I was sitting on the floor with my back against the side of the bed and a raging hard-on in my Lee jeans. A hard-on that was pointed down the left leg of my jeans-my bulging penis tightly bound by denim, constricting ever more the larger it got.
The episode had something to do with logging in the northwest with logs heading down river. Steve was running across the rolling logs when all of a sudden I started shooting semen out like old faithful, soaking the denim and freaking me out. I had no idea what was happening. I was totally shocked.
Just then, before it even stopped, my sister, outside raking leaves, leans to the window and calls for me to come over. Little did she know I had already cum big time. It is still a vivid memory.
It wasn't until later I realized the irony on Lee Majors giving me a major volcanic hard-on in Lee jeans.