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  • Writer's pictureBruce P. Grether

My First Orgasm

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by Blue Tyger

I was 14 years old, and the house would be empty for several hours.

For the past few years, I had been watching my penis grow and change. I had been attempting to figure out the secret technique that would unlock the mystery to this strange organ. No one had taught me how to masturbate, so I would sit alone in my bedroom for long periods of time, staring at my erection and trying to flex my penis in hopes that I could get it to feel good. But to no avail!

One day I read a rather sterile account in a novel of a man having sex, thrusting his hips up and down into a woman. This gave me the idea to use a pillow and thrust into the crack between it and my mattress to see what would happen.

I had tried it a few times before this particular summer afternoon, and it had felt ok, but I had to be very quiet and any thrusting motions would have loudly betrayed what I was attempting to do. So since I knew I had this rare afternoon all to myself, I planned to take full advantage.

I couldn’t wait to hear the sound of the garage door closing completely, so I knew I was really alone in the house. My erection was in full bloom as I rushed to my bedroom and prepared the sheets and pillow perfectly. As I mounted the pillow and pushed my penis deep into it’s softness, I allowed myself to groan and make my mattress squeak with each thrust.

After a few minutes of deep thrusting, I began to feel a strange but wonderful sensation building deep inside of me. The tip of my penis started to tingle with pleasurable electricity. I thrust faster and harder as this energy increased to a climax.

Then I felt a very pleasurable but strange feeling that I was not expecting. I pulled my penis out of the pillow quickly. A thick white fluid was starting to spurt from the tip, and it scared me. My heart sank into the depths of guilt and despair as I thought I had just lost my virginity before marriage! As the pulsing pleasure began to subside, I dropped down on both knees and clasped my hands together, begging God to forgive me for what I had just done. I promised I would never do it again.

The guilt and remorse stayed with me as I cleaned up my semen from the pillow and attempted to compose myself with a shower. But that night, having discovered the thrusting motion that had the ability to unlock pleasure beyond my wildest dreams, I quickly forgot about my promise to God and surrendered to more tingling forbidden feelings.

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