It was the summer of 1972, just before 6th grade. I was 11. I was sitting on the toilet one day and I got the notion to start moving the skin on my cock's shaft up and down.
Holy cow! It started feeling good after several minutes of doing that! Really good! Better than anything I had ever felt before! After a few minutes, I stopped doing that before anything happened. I completed my original task with the mandatory paperwork follow-up and went on about my day.
I did this again the next day, and several days afterward, always stopping just as it started to feel really, really good. What I didn't realize was that I was edging myself. Totally clueless dumb kid!
After several days of teasing myself, I began to think about what would happen if I continued to stroke my cock past the point where I had stopped on previous days. I decided that the next time I sat on the pot, I would do just that.
So, shortly after, there I was, sitting on the throne, pants around my ankles, jacking my cock's skin up and down with the first two fingers and thumbs of both hands.
It started feeling good after several minutes, as it usually did. When I got to the point where I had stopped before, I kept on pumping. The pleasure grew even more intense as I stroked. It felt better and better and better, until, what to my surprise, but I felt a sudden pulsating sensation deep inside my body and geysers of semen shot out the end of my dick, the first spurt climbing up to eye level!
Talk about shocked! I had no idea my cock could do that!
That was the beginning of a long love affair with my dick! I still love it, as often as I can!
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