Ms. Kianna
BSB Addict
True! So can I be a co-signer on your AARP account?????
LMAO
Oh Bob, it's not like you just turned 18...or 21....or 25.......or......
True! So can I be a co-signer on your AARP account?????
LMAO
Ok... Now you are asking for it, smarty pants! Throw down time....
Oh Bob, it's not like you just turned 18...or 21....or 25.......or......
I will take a nice average of the 3! LOL
Well Stimpy,
So you have been inspired to the heights of poetry! Such a talented man you are. Thanks and keep the poems cumming! lol
Undie
Stimpy,
Well, who knew? You do have your own literary talents. As do so many forumites. This forum has become such a wonderful place to come and find so much And all because of the fabulous people who share their experiences, their talents, their insights, and their entertaining posts. I too find myself more interested in what is going on in the forum, the updates are just a plus. LOL, it used to be the other way around.
Kudos to you all.
ahah okay i was about 13 years old, 7th grade when I lived in Florida with my mom. My mom is a Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner so she always worked in Hospitals 12 hour shifts, so she slept most the time she was off. I was always on the Internet. Hooked. Computer games, mainly Age of Empires and "Endless-Online" which was an RPG game. I started to get into porn. I use to get hard ons and wank on them for a bit but never knew how to get into it and cum like the rest of ya. I learned from the porn what could happen so I told myself, I'm going to lay on this futon and beat off until I cum! So I set off. It took me about 10 minutes of just going to work and I blew a real runny and liquid load all over my stomach! It felt so great! I started to breath hard and as I was strokin my little dick to get the last drops out I started to feel more. It felt like it was going to explode all over me..and up and out it came and sure enough I started to pee on myself! hahah And now I learned to take a piss almost after every cumshot! ha
Embarrassing enough but had to share!
I was in my bedroom one afternoon all alone and I always had liked the way pillows felt rubbing against my dick, especially cool pillows. Air conditioning was not so common, and I had learned as a small child placing a pillow on the hardwood floors had a cooling effect on the surface of my pillow. Since as far as I could remember, I always had liked to stuff the corner of a preferrably cooled throw pillow that I routinely slept with, into the front of my underwear briefs(tightie whites). It always felt good and this one afternoon, it felt especially good.
I kept rubbing the cool pillow over my dick and balls, more and more as it felt better and better. I was around 11 or 12 and had no idea what exactly I was doing. Then, all of a sudden, missles were launched out of their silos and all of a sudden I had passed the point of no return. It was a completely gut- wrenching experience as this explosion came completely out of no where without any specific skin to skin contact. I laid there completely spent, drenched, and weakened with my eyes dialated, I imagine because I couldn't see clearly. I just had no idea what had happened but I realized that this was some major scientific discovery. This creamy substance, I thought some kind of pre-processed urine, had gotten all over the cover of the throw pillow and my wiping it off in time left a whitish gritty, almost starchy residue that didn't want to come off.
I never ever have fully recovered although I gave up throw pillows long ago!
Cumrag27
Stimpy, that was an excellent poem. Perhaps you should start a collection of poems on these type subjects...Wunderbar.
I think I was thirteen. I was in the woods behind my house "reenacting" the Normandy Beach landing and I suddenly felt myself standing at full attention. Figured giving it the old rub down would be better than waiting for the rigor to pass (Without attention it could stand at attention for a half hour, about two minutes if I rubbed it). I was very surprised to find myself not shooting blanks. It appeared that my "weapon" was now fully loaded. Of course I had to make sure it wasn't just a one time event...It wasn't.
Stimpy, I would love to throw the story down in poem format, in honor of your fine poem...I need to ponder the correct words though.
I first came before I could produce cum. I was at primary school, shinnying up a pole to get to the top, and before I could get to the top the bell rang. For some reason I was feeling pretty damned good down there so I wanted to get to the top before I went back to class. At the top I came. I did it quite often after that, but always when the bell went. I was about 10. No, I don't have a school bell fetish now, but it's a wonder I don't.
Stimpy, I don't remember any anxiety because I couldn't cum, maybe because it just felt great to stroke my cock. But here is how I first climaxed.
My first experience with seeing someone cuming was in the fourth grade, +/- age 8. I have always been a “grower” rather than a “shower”, but without any pubs, it seemed bigger than most of the kids I hung around with. (Either I’ve shrunk, or others have grown, because now my cock just looks average). I don’t remember if it was Scouts or the Saturday morning nude swim at the Y, but I got to know some middle school kids from the neighborhood. One day they invited me to hang out with them – talk about heaven, hanging with guys 3 or 4 years older! We were in the basement of one of the guy’s houses, no parents home, and someone suggested we play strip poker. When the first guys to loose all his clothes lost again, his penalty was to get hard. These happened to each of guys playing until someone lost a second time. Now his penalty was to jerk off. Meanwhile, I’m down to my tidy-whites. I had never seen anything like this, the guy just laid back, started stroking and in a few minutes white shit came out of his cockhead! After I lost the underwear and had to just get hard, I lost again. It must have been obvious that I had never done this before, because one of the guys told me to just grab my hard cock with my thumb and index finger and stroke. (I later learned that a full fist felt even better) After what seemed like ½ hour of stroking and no results, the guys got bored, and sort of excluded me, as they continued to have a circle jerk.
For me, the experience felt great, even though I didn’t climax. The older guys got to be in high school and I hit middle school, and they moved on. I began to play strip poker with kids my own age and one day while stroking (I always seemed to be the first to lose at poker, LOL) this powerful feeling started in my groin, moved to my toes, and finally blew my head off as I climaxed for the first time. From then on it was like saying your prayers: before getting out of bed in the morning, and every evening as you got into bed. Then there were also those days where a trip to the boy’s room was needed for a quick jerk off to get through earth science.
Thanks for the thread, it made me think back to how it all started, and brought great memories.
Jeff
Thanks Jeff, for the memories of your strip poker games. I used to play those games too, with my friends in my early teen years. In fact the word "strip" became highly erotic to me as a kid, and when the Byrds had their hit version of Bob Dylan's Mr. Tambourine Man, whenever I heard the line, "my senses have been stripped", I would get a hardon.I don’t remember if it was Scouts or the Saturday morning nude swim at the Y, but I got to know some middle school kids from the neighborhood. One day they invited me to hang out with them – talk about heaven, hanging with guys 3 or 4 years older! We were in the basement of one of the guy’s houses, no parents home, and someone suggested we play strip poker.
Oh Bob, it's not like you just turned 18...or 21....or 25.......or......