Cum on the stool seat!

I've never told anyone before this true story about one of my early experiences after learning about the facts of life over half a century ago during fall my 7th grade year in a country grade school in 1952. I don't know what recalled this incident to my mind, but hope you get a chuckle. It wasn't funny at the time, but now after more than 50 years hope my personal story of embarrassement adds to the sex Humor on Lily! Thanks to everybody on Lily for finally having someone to share the excitement with me! Enjoy!

It may have been fall, but likely not winter yet as we had just upgraded from an outhouse (privy) to indoor plumbing. Dad may have had a cold or maybe due to his hayfever would occasionally cough and gag and spit. Outside was no problem because he would simply turn and spit, but inside the house was a different story. When he would cough, gag, and have to spit, he would go to the kitchen or bathroom and spit. Where he spit, I had no idea, whether in the sink or wastebasket or stool.

I had learned how to make my body feel good and could already ejaculate a drop of thick, white cream. I used to play for such long times in the outhouse that Mom would inquire what I did so long out there! Although I remember coming out of the outhouse very sweaty after all the effort it took to reach orgasm, I never admitted to her about having had fun and thrills and feeling lightheaded, almost dizzy for a bit! I loved it!

I had not even heard the word "orgasm" yet, but knew I enjoyed the thrilling feelings and craved those feelings every day all summer long when school was out, even several times a day! I'd play anywhere I possibly could without getting caught, in the hayloft, behind the grain bin, in the grain bin, behind the chicken house, behind a big cottonwood tree, in my bedroom, on the garage roof, anywhere was a good location -- and still is! All the effort to get out one little drop to ooze out was worth every stroke and every drop of sweat! I felt such an accomplishment at what I could do! I still enjoy orgasms and am sometimes in a rush to get started! Other times to put myself in the mood, I read Solo or Lily stories to get my manhood to stand at attention so the sensations begin to pleasure me!

Back to my story, after we had upgraded our house to indoor plumbing, I locked the bathroom doors that day and began pumping! I have always enjoyed the feelings of orgasm and remember that day as creaming a quantity which landed on the front of the stool seat while sitting down. This may have been my first experience of ejaculating cream in quantity and surprised me. Usually as a pre-teen, all I could get to come out was just a drop of smooth white that oozed out of my eye while my body experienced thrills from head to toe!

Creaming a quantity was so new to me and surprised me so much that time that evidently in the daze of my orgasm I must not have remembered to wipe the seat because that evening during supper Mom scolded Dad for not wiping the seat when he had spit into the stool and gotten some on the seat. Whoaaa!

Dad denied having spit in the stool. I don't remember turning red in the face and don't know if they were watching for my reaction, but know I really concentrated on what was on my plate. I don't know if Mom knew or not that it was my fault for what she found on the seat, but her comment to Dad really called the incident to my attention! Needless to say, after that I always checked around carefully to make sure I had cleaned up any evidence so I wouldn't have any explaining to do!