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Where did you make yourself first cum???

Lovelumps,
I actually enjoyed your post! You keep on sharing girl! I find straight porn and encounters with women exciting as well. I'm sure I am not the only one on the forum who has been with and enjoyed women. I am particularly turned on by MILF stories and porn. I actually had a sexual relationship with a 52 yo lady that I worked with, when I was about 25. I still remember Bev and her incredible body. So there!

Anothergirl,
I am glad to have women on the forum. I always have been. I am even appreciative that women come in here and share. In spite of all the advances our American culture has made over the last 50 years, there still exists a very strong and vocal homophobic segment of our society. It is still evident in the "gay bashings" and the "bullying" that has lead to suicide for too many young promising people. I can't help but feel that straight women in a forum such as this can only help to better our situation. I trust in all of you fine ladies to go out and stand up for gays. Welcome to this forum, and feel free to share what you feel comfortable sharing.

Someone recently asked me through a PM why I had not shared my first time cum story. the truth of the matter is that I don't remember it. Incredible, huh? Not really, so let me explain. I do remember that I was mature by the age of 10. I only remember that because I and one other boy in my class were the only two who had matured that early. Matured refers to having crotch hair and cum producing cocks. I was already having sex at age 10, with a family friend, he was 13.
I think that the reason I don't remember my first cum is because I may have blocked it out. The truth is that I was being sexually molested by older men (2) between the ages of 5 and 12. I know that for some who are gay, a childhood molestation may not have been that traumatic, and perhaps even fun. My experience was not. It was gross and it was unwelcomed and I hated the experience and I hated them both.
I can actually remember enjoyable sexual experiences with amazing detail, but that period of my life remains in a fog, to this day. Frankly, I don't want to remember.
 
Your wish is my command...

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

Dearest Undie,

As my guiding literary light, I hope my newfound words and poetry brought a smile to your cheeks. No, the other ones on your face.:blushing: When someone suggests I am a talented man, I have to first consider the source. Fortunately, you more than meet, you actually exceed all credentialing requirements by the accrediting agency of Broke Straight Boys :lol: I am so humbled and consider your request a literary challenge for me to meet.:masterbate:

Like the ever faithful trouper that I am, I will keep the poems coming and cuming provided you supply the essential inspiration I require both in your new threads and your new postings.

Undie, I hope to more than exceed your requests in the future.:waw:


Your faithful servant,


Stimpy
 
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.
 
"Words is words". It is how you use them that counts!

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.

My Dearest and Most Literate JLipps4u,

I most graciously accept your praise but, if truth be known, my writings are not so much a creative exercise, but more, an historically truthful and faithful retelling of my limited sexual experiences, with a dash of humor sprinkled in here and there just for fun. But by far the most important characteristic is the fearless no holds barred honesty approach I have adopted. This gives me the possibility of presenting an ending either having a more than- or a less than- sexually happy ending to further reinforce that element of reality that it, in fact, is! As Officer Joe Friday on "Dragnet" would say in his monotone and mechanical voice..."Just the facts, mame! Just the facts!"

But, JLipps4u, realizing that you have been a member considerably longer than me, you have recently become one of our more prolific and widely acclaimed writers on the forum. I too have an abiding love for your most forthcoming writings and consider myself one of your most loyal fans. Your stories never cease to amaze me with your approachability without forgoing your dignity. You never resort to bearing your neck in total submission as in the predatory animal world. You always maintain your honor and humanity in all of your tantilizing sexual escapades. It is without a doubt that you have earned your standings with your loyal following on the forum just itching to run across another one of you delightful and most entertaining gems.

Praise is always nice JLipps4u, but it is especially more meaningful coming from another well-respected practicioner/writer with impressive forum credits.
Simply stated, the feelings are mutual! Thank you for your comments!


Your forum-buddy and pal,


Stimpy
 
Embarrassing enough but had to share!

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!

Dearest Phill,

I know my response is days very, very late, but I did re-read your honest and forthright, if slightly pissed-off, recounting of your hard earned efforts of becoming a man. Phill, I say it is all done in a nights work, and some nights can make that biggest of all difference, your first and most unforgettable time you came. If your first load was even half of the load pictured on your profile, I imagine you felt as if a hurricane just swept you away.:Banane30:

Don't you hope it was at least as good for everyone else on their first cumming out party? But, really, you have to ask your self, what after only 10 minutes can give you a bigger payback for free, not requiring you to get dressed up, and was free of any possible health risk, other than putting out your eye. :lol::lol:

Great to have your participation on the forum, as usual.:blushing:

Phill, I give you my blessings kind sir,
And look forward to your next posting



Stimpy
 
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.
 
Did I hear someone say something about "rubbing it" and "throw pillows"?

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.

Dearest Panzer104,

Did I hear you say "throw pillows"??? Maybe even "cooled throw pillows", no less??? Then does anyone have any hearing-aid batteries, I thing I need two D-cells!

Being a WWII buff that I am, the Normandy Beach landing is certainly worthy of "reenacting"! What I have concerns with, however, is the part about...standing at full attention in the midst of a full-out military assault that has not been repeated since WWII. What courage while in the direct line of fire! This sounds like something worthy of a Congressional Medal of Honor at the minimum and all earned within 2 to 30 minutes.

All I can say in retrospect, the boy needs to have some privacy, lest it becomes a one-time event for good! LOL Too late now! Anyway, there is a new poem to ponder as a consequence.


It makes a fellow proud to be a man! Way to go, Panzer! Thanks for sharing.


Stimpy, Zsa Zsa, and Feld Marshal Helmuthead
 
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.
 
Ring-a-ding-ding! I can see it works like a charm now!

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.

Dear getitinme,

Thanks for that ring-a-ding-ding accounting for your first, if dry, time at the well. I have often wondered if there was a kind of a sound made, (a kind-a "Death Knell") like the last frantic gasp as you frantically squeeze your tube of toothpaste only to realize it was only a bubble of air trapped in the tube, now in the final desperate throws of death.

This phenomenon has always totally amazed and puzzled me, having no verifiable results to show for your efforts. Furthermore, I cannot imagine one's amazement when the well finally cums in, all gushing if quite unexpectedly. It must have been a rush and a half, no doubt, without being able to comprehend or prepare for it's demonstrable results. Cheerleaders are rarely dispatched without the quantifiable factor necessary.

Being such an "accountability driven society", I am sure those having these initial dry runs have had many self-doubts including their actual manhood, as mistakes are often made at the hospital. I am sure more than one have questioned if they were a guy after all! Hopefully, the initial drought is only short-lived and, then, all is well with the world once again.


Sincerely,


Stimpy
 
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
 
How it all got started and nostalgia and other less happy realities!

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

Dear Jeff,

Isn't it simply great to take a nostalgic look back at one's sexual history and the subtle variables that contributed so greatly to its development. For me, were it not for a certain "birds and the bees book", a specific art instructional book on sketching the nude human body both male and female, and the most reliable source of pre-pubesent fantasies back then, the ubiquitous Sears & Roebuck OR JC Penneys catalogs underwear and swinwear sections, I might have entered the monastery having been totally deprived of any sexual content in my sheltered young life, even if I had already learned the value of knowing my special "throw pillow"(preferrably cooled) intimately - meaning in a "biblical sense".

Whatever we all relied upon back then, much may appear laughable in context with the readily available images on the internet today. Yet, our specifically touched up and G-rated "improvised so-called porn" as we perceived it to be, served us faithfully back then and we accomplished our ultimate pre-teen and teen life-goal of testing out our recently found deliciously sexual physical possibilities. Perfectly legitimate in human development.

Fortunately for me, I was saved the greatest personal indignity of suffering at the hands of some "selfishly motivated sexual predator" in all my earliest explorations. This nostalgic review cannot be so readily expected to reside in all members.

ON A FAR MORE SERIOUS NOTE: I especially make reference to those, thusly abused as an innocent child, just beginning their self-exploration and history as unwilling sexualized victims, instead of the understandably immature explorers they so rightfully deserved to be. For you, my most special fellow Broke Straight Boys members, I send you my most humble apologies for their unexpected brutality while extending my most heartfelt blessings to you! I sincerely hope by now, you have entered into your healing processes with full-force strength and have been able to cast off all degrading moments you were forced to endure, while still emotionally so very innocent and vulnerable.

My blessing is to extend peace to you
in the fullest sense of the word!


Please don't take this posting wrongfully as merely being superficially boastful. As I now realizef while writing this today, it has a much wider significance and a broader all-inclusive scope than that, as well! I ask that we on Broke Straight Boys jointly share in each others greatest joys and most challenging tribulations, now embracing each other in an unconditional loving manner. Ultimately, regardless of your spiritual leanings, we are essentially and forever all God's children with no exceptions. Always live in peace, living with God's many blessings throughout 2011 and on!


Sincerely,


Stimpy
 
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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.
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. :001_smile:

And I would initiate strip poker games whenever I could with my friends. It was a way to get the other guy's naked, and sometimes have consequences to pay, when they ran out of clothes, but I am getting hard now all over again, thinking about it. :001_tt2:

Once a horn dog, always a horn dog. :001_smile:
 
Panzer104, Jeff07, Getitinme, cumrag27 and mikeyank,

Thanks for such well written stories and exchanges. All of you are very talented. And each story is similar and yet very different---well done.
 
Nice recollection jeff07! Brought back some memories fro me as well. Hmmm, I'll have to revisit those memories.

JLipps
 
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