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First Ejaculation

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Yatoi Age: 18 Posted on: 02 Mar 2018 1 comments
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This is the story of my first ejaculation, which happened when I was 17, a couple months ago.
This happened at the end of last summer, during the first week of September, in the last few days of summer holidays. It was Saturday, and my parents went away shopping for the afternoon; my brother wasn't home until late on Sunday. It was still quite warm, so I was just wearing a pair of old gym shorts and a t-shirt. I decided to randomly surf the web, then, after a while, started to get some erotic thoughts. I liked to masturbate by rubbing my clothes on my penis, so half-thinking about what I was doing, I started to gently fiddle my penis. It is important to note that, although I was 17 for a couple months already and pretty well developed physically, my body still had not started producing sperm, thus I didn't care about the clothes, since I was pumping nothing but air. This seems to be a family characteristic, as my younger brother and my cousins all experience(d) that lateness. So I was there, sitting before the computer, rubbing myself through my pants, at first very slowly, but with more and more energy. Soon I felt my climax nearing, so as I often did in such moments, I stretched myself, my bare feet pushing on the floor while I pulled my head, eyes closed, enjoying the moment. As the spasms started, I let my hand fell loose, unable to do anything but let myself submit to the powerful waves of pleasure. Since I started masturbating when I was 10, all my orgasms occurred without any fluid of some sort going out (with a single exception I may tell about another time). I never went limp after a climax; in fact, I didn't have any feeling that I needed to stop or any tiredness. So what I usually did was to start stimulating myself again after the climax subsided; with the right timing, I wouldn't even need to restart all over again: a new climax would come with only a few more seconds of stroking. So, once I felt the last weakening spams, eyes still closed, I put my hand back on my shorts, and started to massage myself again. But after a couple of moves, I felt something unusual under my hand: the fabric was getting moist. So I stopped stroking, opened my eyes, and had a look to see what happened. And right there, there was a very small wet circle, about the size of a 5�cent coin that appeared to have just formed. It was as if my world suddenly crumbled all around me, and my whole body seemed cold and heavy. Did I really just ejaculated? Even if I knew that it was going to happen someday, I didn't really want it to happen. Ejaculation was nothing but bad news: it was messy, hard to hide, and it would probably also put an end to my multiple orgasms. I was shattered. While I was lost in my dark thoughts, my penis had become limp again. I decided to see if it really was cum. But there obvously was very little liquid released, and after having been rubbed a couple times on my clothes, anything that could have been on my shaft had been wiped dry. So I wondered if it could have been pee leaking. There was only one way to check, so I stroked again, this time with my shorts lowered on my thighs. Soon I felt the familiar feelings announcing the climax rising once more, but I kept my fist's firm grasp, until the pulse swallowed me once more. Then, I touched the head of my penis with my trembling index, and rubbed it with my thumb. But the result was dry. *Fwew*, I said to myself. 'False alarm !' It was quite probably a drop of pee that leaked just before the orgasm. I sighed heavily, being reassured, and then happily had a couple more orgasms I enjoyed much more than usual. As for the wet stain, it was so small that it was already drying, and half an hour later, it had become invisible. The next morning was a Sunday. The house was empty as my parents were away to the market and my brother was still in holidays at my aunt's house. So I decided to masturbate in my favourite way: lying on my soft bedsheets, my hand pressed between the matrass and my penis, humping the bed with my hips. The feeling against the softness of the sheets was so good that usually came in less than two minutes, and this was no different. Soon my shaft started to tickle and pump like crazy, one, two, three times... And at maybe the fourth pulse, I suddenly feel wetness on my hand. Damn! And on the next pulse as well! In less than two seconds, I was sitting on my bed, watching my wet palm with disgust, then examining my still hard penis. This time, although the fluid was clear like water, it definitely didn't have the same texture as pee... I then understood that Yesterday's event was my first ejaculation. Seven years of dry orgasms were coming into an end. Resigned, I took a pack of kleenex and put it into a drawer of the nightdesk, knowing that even if I was only able to produce such small quantities at the moment, I'd soon need active cleanup measures. Actually, I was so used to not have to worry about the mess that it caused me a couple of trouble in the next few months-but I'll save that for later. All in all, this was a rather terrible experience for me. I was so far pretty happy about how my body was working so far, and I really felt stripped of something first when things got messy, then when my multiorgasmic ability disappeared a couple months later. Are there other people there who also experienced such a loss? If so, don't hesitate to share your own experience.