I have been in love with my cock since I can remember! I remember playing with my little pre-pubescent penis as early as two years old, if you can believe it! It is one of my earliest memories. It has fascinated me my entire life. Even as a child, I knew there was something special about it! It just didn't know how special it was until much later.

My relationship with it changed drastically at age eleven. It was the summer of 1972, before 6th grade, if I remember correctly. I was sitting on the toilet, pants around my ankles. I was playing with my erection, gripping it with the first two fingers and thumbs of both hands and moving the skin on my shaft slowly up and down. I had hit puberty earlier in my fifth grade year and my cock was no longer a little baby dick. It was now longer, thicker, and had a patch of blond hair growing at the base.

I began to notice how good it felt doing that after several minutes. Intrigued, I continued to stroke my cock like that right up to where the pleasure had become almost more than I could stand. I stopped stroking at that point, not going any further. I wondered about that sensation in amazement, never having felt anything like it before.

I then I completed the necessary paperwork required for my original purpose for being there, and I went on about my day afterward.

This was the only event I can recall from that entire day. The rest is lost to history.

The following day, I repeated this, stroking my rigid dick right up to the point I had reached the day before. I did this again and again for another few days afterward, stimulating my cock right to the point of a most pleasing and nearly unbearable pleasure. And then I would stop.

I remember wondering one night as I lay in bed, what would happen if I stroked my cock beyond that certain point where the pleasure had become as intense as it did. Curious, I vowed to try going beyond that point the next time I was on the pot again, and then drifted off to sleep.

The following day, there I was, sitting on the throne again, the summer sunshine lighting up the bathroom, my pants around my ankles, and I was again stroking my hard throbbing cock with both hands, the first two fingers and thumbs moving the skin of my shaft up and down along its length. I remember pleasure building more and more as I stroked my cock's skin up and down, up and down, and up and down, still determined to see what more I could feel as I continued stroking it.

Sure enough, the pleasure kept building and building until I reached the point I had stopped on previous days. The pleasure was just as intense as it had been in the days before. Determined to see what would happen, I continued stroking as the pleasure kept building and building. My cock was rock hard, its head fully engorged as the pleasure I felt caused me to increase the speed of my strokes.

I was getting nearer and nearer something wonderful, but what that was, was still a mystery.

Suddenly, just as that increasingly intense pleasure reached an indescribable level of which I had never before experienced, I felt a sudden powerfully rhythmic and extremely pleasant rapid pulsating sensation begin deep inside my groin, right at the root of my cock. My penis began simultaneously to throb rhythmically in my fingertips, and, much to my shock and amazement, several geysers of a white, viscous fluid began to spurt upward out of the tip of my throbbing pumping cock! The first couple of shots actually reached eye level straight up into the air!

I had just experienced my first orgasm and ejaculation!

I did not realize it at the time, but I had been edging myself for days before finally taking that plunge!

Being a young, naive, dumb kid, I was totally clueless and it scared me a little when it was done. I even felt a guilty about it, having been sent to Baptist churches since I was four or five, but that mindless sense of guilt did not keep me from repeating that performance in the days, weeks, months, years, and decades ahead.

Even after all this time, I still appreciate my quality alone time with my little buddy. It's an affair that has lasted for more than fifty years. I got rid of that mindless guilt in my late teens, and I have fully embraced the pleasure my cock gives me! I still love to masturbate right to the edge of orgasm, and then gently stroke and tug on my rock hard penis, staying right there on the edge of orgasm, always a hair-trigger's touch away, sometimes maintaining that very intense pleasurable feeling for two or three hours!

And when I finally cum after edging myself for those long periods of time, the wad I shoot can be a big one, spurting geysers of hot semen high into the air, which come down and splash all around my pulsating hard penis and tightly clenched balls in a sloppy, slippery, and pleasing erotically aromatic mess!

So, now you have read my story and you now know why I love my cock as much as I do!

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