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First Ejaculation at Thirteen

A boy's first ejaculation is an amazing experience of fear and pleasure. A group of neighborhood boys and I had a stash of porn magazines in Tommy's basement. We'd often get together in the afternoons while he parents were still at work and look at them as we'd rub our boners through our jeans.

Eventually, we'd get naked and beat off openly with each other, but none of us ejaculated yet. We'd often have a small dribble of pre-cum or have dry orgasms.

One night just after I'd turned 13, my 15 year old sister and three of her friends went skinny dipping in our back yard pool. I watched them from the bathroom window with the lights off. The light was on in the pool and the sight of the four naked girls having fun in the water really turned me on. My cock felt like it was going to burst in my jeans.

I went to my room, undressed, then lay on my bed stroking my hard cock, my head full of fantasies about my sister's friends. Quickly I had that feeling I'd had before, that I was about to cum, but this was different. I thought I really had to pee bad and tried to hold it back as the rubbing was feeling so good and I knew I was about to cum.

But, I was not prepared for the massive ejaculation that spurted over my head, nor the next spurt that splattered my eyes. I had no idea that ejaculation was like this. I spurted about eight times; my body was virtually covered.

My cock stayed hard and I kept stroking getting the most intense feelings I'd ever had. The cum was dripping down my body, off my face, but I kept stroking. After a few minutes, I again spurted, but this time only hitting my chin the first time. My heart was pounding having just experienced the most amazing pleasure ever.

I wiped myself off with my underpants then got out a couple of porn mags I had stashed. It didn't take long to get hard again, but it took me about fifteen minutes before I could come again. I beat off twice more that night and slept very soundly. My poor cock was beet red the next morning and quite tender, but that didn't stop me from doing it again later in the day.

I've had a great sex life for the 49 years since that night, but there's still nothing quite like a good masturbation session. I think I'm ready for one now after remembering that night.


Posted on: 2021-11-15 08:00:02 | Author: