That Must Have Been an Orgasm

I, too, grew up mostly in the 70's.  My mom gave me the “Birds and Bees” talk.   Honestly, she waited a little too late to give me “the talk” but she eventually got around to it.  I remember being very surprised and embarrassed when Mom started talking to me about such a very important subject.  Being my male parent, I always felt Dad would have better understood what I was going through.  Had he been the one to talk to me about sex, I believe I would have felt free to go to him when I eventually had questions about sex and girls.  Because he shirked that responsibility, I never asked him or my mom those inevitable questions.  I struggled on my own.  I always felt gypped of the opportunity to casually ask his advice and guidance. 

Now, back to my story.

When I started having wet dreams they came as a complete and VERY upsetting surprise.  Being a woman, Mom never thought to tell me these would eventually occur.  In my case, the dreams that preceded these ejaculations were always related in some way to urination.  Since Mom had not related them to sexual development, I had been given no context for these wonderful feelings to have anything to do with sex.  

I was familiar with morning wood and the fact that they were relieved by urination so the plot of my wet dreams were always somehow related to relieving myself through urination.  This was terrifying.  Why was I dreaming about peeing and why did I actually wet the bed at the end of those dreams.  I knew something terrible must be happening to me for me to start wetting the bed again but OH MAN did it ever feel good.  I knew the term orgasm from my mom’s talk but I had no idea my wet dreams were somehow related to that term.  In fact, I didn’t understand that term at all.

Aarron very descriptively explained in his story how he had experienced his first orgasm in the bathtub.  I had mine in the shower.  I was taking my normal morning shower and in the process, began washing my genital region.  Using the bar of soap, I began to build a thick lather on my cock and balls.  I remember thinking there must have been something special about this soap because it was beginning to make that area feel really good.  What do we do when something feels really good?  We keep doing it.  That’s exactly what I did.  I used even more of that special soap and the lather just kept making me feel better and better.  I remember lifting my right leg so I could place it on the front right corner of the tub.  This opened my legs enough to let my right hand rub my dick easier and faster while my left washed my balls more and more thoroughly.  Wow, that was doing the trick.  Nothing had ever felt this good in my life.  My legs began to quiver and shake, my knees were getting weak but my hands were doing a superb job of cleaning my dick and balls.   They had never been this clean.  The feeling was coming from deep in my belly and up through my balls and cock and it was building more and more and more until suddenly, something inside my body must have broken because white stuff started shooting all over the shower and it was coming from my dick!! 

When it was over, I remember standing in the tub with the warm water still flowing over my body while I desperately tried to figure out what had just happened.  Seconds ago I was enjoying the best feeling in my life.  Nothing had ever felt that good.  But now, those feelings had changed to feelings of dread, guilt and fear.  I was petrified because knew something terrible had just happened and I didn't know what to do about it.  I began to have a silent conversation with myself.  I couldn't tell my parents about this because I knew I must have been doing something I shouldn't have been doing because you don't break something deep inside your dick if you're not doing something wrong.  I was so distressed and felt so helpless that at 15 years old, I felt like crying.  (Yes, I said 15.  I was a late bloomer.)  But this 15 year old was in awful trouble.  What can I do?  I can't go to the doctor without my parents finding out.  I had three older brothers but I couldn't tell them that I broke something deep inside myself because they would surely tell my parents!  Whatever I had done to cause this white stuff to squirt out of my dick must have been bad, but I didn't know I was doing anything bad until I broke whatever it was that broke.  If I didn't know I was doing something bad when I did it, how could they hold it against me?  Oh, but if I have to go to the doctor it's going to cost money and we don't have very much of that and so they might be mad after all!  But wait . . . Dad didn't get real mad when I cut my thumb really deeply on the spare razor blade I found in the bathroom that time when I was 13.  Maybe I could tell him what happened.  He said the only reason he had sounded mad back then was because I was bleeding so hard he thought I might have nearly cut it off.  Maybe it would be all right to tell him; just him. 

As the water began to get lukewarm, I realized that there wasn't anything hurting down inside my belly or dick.  How could I break something and it not hurt afterwards.  And, boy howdy, it sure felt good; better than anything had ever felt.  How can something that feels that good make you break something inside?  And if I didn't break anything, and it felt that good, how could it be wrong to do?

I then distinctly remember a wash of calm pour over me.  It washed away every negative thought and emotion that had terrorized me just moments ago.  Something from the “Birds and Bees” talk came back to me and I distinctly remember saying aloud, "Ohhhh . . . that must have been an ORGASM!" Mom had used that word and said it would feel really good.  I got out of the now almost cold shower, drying myself off, going into my bedroom and feeling so happy I laughed aloud at myself and how scared I had been just minutes before. 

Every now and then during that day I felt a little dread creep back in as I wondered if I was right about this orgasm thing.  After all, I didn't know that semen was white and it came out during an orgasm.  But then I thought about my wet dreams.  The stuff I found in my bed did feel a lot like the stuff that shot out of my dick.  I must be right.  It must have been an orgasm.  I know what I'll do.  Tonight, I'll rub my dick like I did in the shower and see if that same stuff comes out and looks the same.

Of course, it did and I've been happily masturbating, orgasming and ejaculating for 50 years now.  I hope to enjoy hundreds more orgasms over many more happy years.  The events and emotions I vividly remember during that shower 50 years ago are both terrifying and wondrously thrilling memories.  Those events changed my life forever and the words, “That must have been an orgasm,” make me chuckle to this very day.

MESSEGE FOR PARENTS

Please don't let your sons go through the agony I experienced in that shower.  Fathers, sometime shortly before puberty talk frankly to your boys about the changes that will soon happen to their bodies.  Make sure you explain in both medical and slang terms as much about sex, love, respect for their bodies and respect for the bodies and feelings of girls as you think they are ready for at the time.  Be sure your boys understand nocturnal emissions and explain to them how to explore their bodies as well as how and why they should enjoy masturbation frequently. If your son is circumcised, give him a good lubricant; explain why he will probably need it and continue to supply it to him on a regular basis. Feel free to ask him if he needs more.  It will show him that masturbation is just as normal as you originally told him it is.  And then from time to time when you are alone, ask if he has any questions for you about sex, girls or anything else.  At some point, he will probably have some questions and you’ll be so glad you have a close relationship with him.

Mothers, do the same with your daughters sometime before their first period. You certainly don’t want them unprepared for this potentially scary event. 

I realize that it is not always possible for the same sex parent to introduce sex to your kids but when possible, I really think it’s best.  Boys want a close relationship with their dads and generally prefer talking to a male about these issues.  I believe the same is true for girls and their moms.  We only had boys but my reading indicates it to be so.  If, at all possible, make it happen for your kids.

Here’s to may years of Happy Jacking and Jilling for both us and for our maturing kids.