I started jerking off at the young age of 11. I felt a weird sensation when I was shaking my cock after I had peed.
Curious about that feeling I kept on doing it, then moved on to rubbing it in with soap. I shot my jizz all over the sink immediately. That was my first orgasm.
After cleaning it up I went for a second round. It felt so good, soon it became my secret hobby. Quick jizz down the drains before anyone would ever notice. I rubbed it so fast, trying to get it to shoot that goo out faster and faster.
I always had a super sensitive dick. I would feel uncomfortable in boxers cause it rubbed against my dick and distrcted me. To this day I only wear tight briefs that keep everything in place and to avoid accidents.
After discovering the fun of jerking off, this sensitivity soon became a problem. Sports or simple tasks could bring me to cream my pants. I can't count how often I ran home to wash my undies clean.
It was embarrassing and watching guys in porn rail their partners for 30 minutes just made me question why I was done in mere seconds. Was something wrong with my dick? I could never find the courage to ask about it.
Naturally I got hooked on edging videos. Guys were stopping right before they shoot and then going at it again, for hours. That was something I strived towards. I set my clock and tried to do the same but failed horribly. This however helped me control myself a bit more every day and helped me feel more secure.
Society makes fun of people like me who can't hold their juice like a man. Can't please a woman with that short fuse. I didn't want to be that disappointment so I trained myself. Eventually I reached a point where I could say I'm fast but not super disappointing.
I felt more sure about myself every day. But then came high school. I had developed a quite nice dick. I was a shower. In the locker room friends would joke about it being big. Never would they imagine it could go off in a couple strokes if I let it. It felt good though. I felt like a man. To the unknowing people it's gonna look apetizing.
I had a girlfriend and things were going great. Worry came back when she first reached down my jeans. It was not like what I had practiced. I startled at the touch of her and pulled away. She asked what happened but I made up some stupid reason and changed positions. I already had shot a small load out. This made me worry.
My practices helped but everything like depth of strokes, grip, speed was under my control. What if she touches it differently and I make a fool out of myself? I avoided sexual contact with her as long as possible.
However a day had come where I couldn't hold off. No I wanted it more than my worries stopped me from it. My sex drive had won.
There I was, pants down my dick hard as a rock. It was beautiful till then. She played with the head. I was screaming not to lose control. I whispered "I'm a bit sensitive. Please go slow." I felt the orgasm. Cum flowing out onto her hands. Her silent "oh!" still haunts me to this day. I apologized and she took it well. We talked awkwardly and it never advanced beyond that.
I still feel sorry for ruining her first experience with a guy like that. She was avoiding me but didn't make my failure a public joke. (Although I think a few heard some bits about it)
High school romance didn't really happen for me. But things were getting better. I had been talking to a guy online who took interest in my situation. I told him about my secrets and he was entertained. We talked everyday and he wanted to help.
-to be continued-
Curious about that feeling I kept on doing it, then moved on to rubbing it in with soap. I shot my jizz all over the sink immediately. That was my first orgasm.
After cleaning it up I went for a second round. It felt so good, soon it became my secret hobby. Quick jizz down the drains before anyone would ever notice. I rubbed it so fast, trying to get it to shoot that goo out faster and faster.
I always had a super sensitive dick. I would feel uncomfortable in boxers cause it rubbed against my dick and distrcted me. To this day I only wear tight briefs that keep everything in place and to avoid accidents.
After discovering the fun of jerking off, this sensitivity soon became a problem. Sports or simple tasks could bring me to cream my pants. I can't count how often I ran home to wash my undies clean.
It was embarrassing and watching guys in porn rail their partners for 30 minutes just made me question why I was done in mere seconds. Was something wrong with my dick? I could never find the courage to ask about it.
Naturally I got hooked on edging videos. Guys were stopping right before they shoot and then going at it again, for hours. That was something I strived towards. I set my clock and tried to do the same but failed horribly. This however helped me control myself a bit more every day and helped me feel more secure.
Society makes fun of people like me who can't hold their juice like a man. Can't please a woman with that short fuse. I didn't want to be that disappointment so I trained myself. Eventually I reached a point where I could say I'm fast but not super disappointing.
I felt more sure about myself every day. But then came high school. I had developed a quite nice dick. I was a shower. In the locker room friends would joke about it being big. Never would they imagine it could go off in a couple strokes if I let it. It felt good though. I felt like a man. To the unknowing people it's gonna look apetizing.
I had a girlfriend and things were going great. Worry came back when she first reached down my jeans. It was not like what I had practiced. I startled at the touch of her and pulled away. She asked what happened but I made up some stupid reason and changed positions. I already had shot a small load out. This made me worry.
My practices helped but everything like depth of strokes, grip, speed was under my control. What if she touches it differently and I make a fool out of myself? I avoided sexual contact with her as long as possible.
However a day had come where I couldn't hold off. No I wanted it more than my worries stopped me from it. My sex drive had won.
There I was, pants down my dick hard as a rock. It was beautiful till then. She played with the head. I was screaming not to lose control. I whispered "I'm a bit sensitive. Please go slow." I felt the orgasm. Cum flowing out onto her hands. Her silent "oh!" still haunts me to this day. I apologized and she took it well. We talked awkwardly and it never advanced beyond that.
I still feel sorry for ruining her first experience with a guy like that. She was avoiding me but didn't make my failure a public joke. (Although I think a few heard some bits about it)
High school romance didn't really happen for me. But things were getting better. I had been talking to a guy online who took interest in my situation. I told him about my secrets and he was entertained. We talked everyday and he wanted to help.
-to be continued-
