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What's Jizz?

When I was thirteen and had recently started to masturbate, I walked home from school with three other clasmates. We all lived within two blocks of each other.

There was Richard, a tall good looking boy who was very polite and two girls our age, Elaine and Lindsay. Elaine was our 'leader', she was mature for her age and always seemed to have the answers. She was a sensuous gal too, full bodied with blonde hair and big boobs.

Lindsay on the other hand was kind of frumpy; cute too but she wore glasses and was more of a nerd. Lindsay was a sweet gal though and she too was on the heavy set side and also was developed beyond her years.

Sex Ed had been the subject that week in our junior high biology class, and so of course it was our subject of conversation on the walk home from school.

We still had questions but pretended to know the answers. Elaine, as usual, would take the bull by the horns and address the topic of the day.

This particular hot afternoon, the subject was 'sperm' and male 'ejaculation'.

Elaine seemed proud that she knew all about it, and that she knew that her older brother 'jacked off' because she would find his dried 'jizz' in his underwear when she did the family laundry.

Lindsay and I lived on one block and Richard and Elaine on the next, so we would eventually split up as Lindsay and I would walk on to her house and then me to mine.

Just as we got to the corner where we would split up, and as Elaine was describing the 'jizz stains' in her brothers underwear, Lindsay then innocently asked 'what's jizz?'

At first we all kind of laughed at her ignorance (as if we were experts), and then Richard answered her question, 'it's sperm; its the same thing, it's just the slang word for sperm'. She just said 'oh' but still had a puzzled frown on her face.

Lindsay and I said goodbye to Richard and Elaine and walked in silence toward her house. Lindsay couldn't contain her curiosity however, and broke the silence with 'I still don't understand what jizz is; I mean what does it look like?'

I felt really embarassed, but I knew she was totallly sincere and I wanted to answer her honestly, so I said 'it's gooey and creamy; it looks like shampoo'

This just brought on a wave of new questions, 'so, how does it come out... how much of it comes out?' And 'Do you know if it's going to come out?'

Again I was turning red but answered her as best I could 'it kind of squirts out.. when a guy gets an erection and rubs it.. if he masturbates.. or if he was having sex it starts to feel really good and then he has an ejaculation and it like squirts out.. he can't stop it from doing it, it's like when you know you're going to sneeze and you can't stop it from happening. It's the same feeling only a lot stronger'.

She asked more questions, 'how much comes out?' I said 'I don't know, not a lot.. like enough to fill the palm of your hand but it usually squirts out pretty hard at first.'

She asked further 'really.. like what makes it squirt out... how far does it go?'

I told her the prostate gland between a guys legs was like a muscle and that 'when he ejaculates that it contracts and pumps it out'. I took hold of her finger and squeezed it, saying 'it contracts like this when he ejaculates.. it shoots it out a couple of feet sometimes'

Again, and seemingly amazed she just said 'Really?'

We walked on again in silence, and then her questions turned personal, 'do you masturbate'

I sheepishly admitted, 'sometimes'.

A few steps further and it was 'do you jizz'?

More sheepishly, but starting to get a lump in my throat and in my jeans, I said 'uh huh'.

She queried me more, 'when do you do it?'

I said 'in the morning usually, when I'm still in bed, but sometimes I do it after school too, when I get home; it feels really good'.

She went on, 'so like where does the jizz go when you do it'

I was now getting turned on like I had never felt before in my life, and started to enjoy telling her about how I did it, 'when I'm in bed I just do it onto my stomach and then get up and go to the bathroom and take a shower, or if I'm sitting up I do it into my hand or just let it go on the floor and then wipe it up'.

We were now in front of her house, and instead of walking away from me, she stopped and with a straight face said 'could I watch you do it?'

Now I was breathing hard and couldn't believe my ears, as I responded 'I guess so, if you want to.. but you wouldn't tell anyone would you?'

She very seriously promised 'I wouldn't ever tell anyone'.

We just stood there for a few seconds with me looking down at my shoes, enjoying the sensation of my penis pushing against my clothes.

She then said, 'my parents aren't home till after five o'clock.. would you like to do it now? We could just go on our patio in the back yard and you could do it there'

I said 'Ok', and we walked toward the heavy wood gate that closed off their garage from the street. I helped her push it open and we walked to the back of her house. She had a big dog, a golden retriever that ran barking toward me. She said 'that's Sandy; he doesn't bite or anything'.

She led me to the brick patio at the back of their house, where four chairs encircled a small, round glass topped table. The yard was fenced all the way around with a tall wooden fence; it was totally private, with a large and very green tree in the middle of a well manicured lawn.

We walked up to the table and she went to the other side. She looked me in the eyes and then moved her gaze down to my crotch, saying 'you can do it here'.

Without saying anything, and feeling excited like never before in my life, I unzipped my pants, and pushed my crotch against the top of one of the chairs. I pulled out my young, circumcised erection and began to masturbate.

No one had ever seen me naked before, much less with an erection and much less a girl. I was panting with pleasure as I applied pressure on my prostate with the chair and began to stroke myself. When I did it this way, applying pressure between my legs, all I knew was that it not only enhanced the sensation but that it would make me cum very quickly.

Lindsay's eyes remained glued to my now vertical and reddening penis, and what I was doing. In no time at all, I started to feel my orgasm coming.

Without a word spoken I jacked myself off in front of her and felt myself go past the point of no return. I knew it was too late to stop and that I was going to ejaculate.

The only sound was my panting as Lindsay stood transfixed before me. With my heart pounding and my hand a blur, my cum erupted onto the table in front of me.

The first liquid bullet shot half way across the table top, with subsequent spurts leaving a trail towards their source. The squishing sound of my wet fingers could now be heard as I squeezed the last of the pearly white cream from the pink, swollen head protruding from my fist; a white string of cum finally drooping into the milky puddle under my hand.

Lindsay's eyes were as big as saucers! Smiling now but still staring at my wet and still throbbing penis, she simply said 'Oh wow, that was awesome.. thank you!'

Feeling now self conscious, I said nothing, put myself into my pants and walked out of her yard.

The next day, on the walk home, I was scared to death she'd say something to the other kids, but, true to her promise she did not.

In fact she said nothing about it to me either, until about a week later, when, after saying goodbye to Richard and Elaine, we were again approaching her house. She was talking to me about something else and just kind of threw in 'would you like to do it again?'

I said 'do what?'

Now in a whisper she replied, 'you know, do what you did last time; make yourself jizz again'.

I said 'Ok, but this time you have to show me yours'.

She was very willing, like she really wanted to do it and immediately agreed, adding 'but you won't tell either, right?'

I said, 'No, I promise not too'

We again went to the table, with her again across from me. This time however, as I pulled out my not yet hard penis, she reached under her skirt and pulled her white panties to her knees. She then lifted up the skirt and revealed the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.

I remember her thighs were very full and her skin so white and smooth. Between her legs was a 'v' of light brown curls. It was the first pussy I'd ever seen, and it was beautiful!

I know now that on most women you really can't see much down there, while on others their 'crack' is more 'out front'. Lindsay was 'out front'. I could see the divide in her pubic hair.

I was now getting fully hard as I stroked away, us both staring at each others business.

This time I lasted longer, and was glad because I wanted to enjoy the moment as long as I could.

Lindsay must have wanted to enjoy it too, because after a few minutes, while still holding her skirt up, she lowered her fingers down and pulled apart the glorious opening between her legs!

At the time I had no idea what I was looking at. There was a 'lump' at the top of her exposed vagina and beneath it protruded something small, and kind of pointed. It was all very pink, and I could see that it was moist.

Now, I know that when she spread herself, it revealed her hood, and what was a rather prominent clitoris.

As I approached orgasm, she took her index finger and began to rub that little piece of flesh. I know she gave herself one too as I exploded again onto the table top.

We never did anything else after that and her family moved that summer. I never had contact with her again, but it was my introduction to sex and the most sensual experience I ever had. The memory of it is what I usually masturbate to.


Posted on: 2008-03-19 00:00:00 | Author: