Constant Retraction Leads to Orgasm

I had my first orgasm when I was 13. I had been retracting my foreskin to clean and pee for a long time, but recently I learned how to make it stay back, by folding the skin just right, so it would stay back and leave my glans exposed. I could run around, play outside, live my daily normal life and the skin wouldn’t slide forward and cover like it always used to do. I had been taught growing up in a very conservative house not to play with it, and certainly not others. Sex and anything related were very tense and uncomfortable. As odd as this may sound, I felt like a rebel or even a pervert keeping my foreskin back. Of course I did it all I could! 

So, in the few months leading up to this I spent most of the day walking around with my sensitive glans being stimulated. That together with hormones led to constant erections but so far, I had not had an orgasm or wet dream. I had also started pulling my foreskin back as soon as I woke up. All this stimulation and playing around with it led me to realize how good it felt to rub it against my sheets. Usually in the morning I would hold the skin back as far as I could and rub my glans on my sheets for awhile. Now even though I had erotic thoughts by this time, and I associated them with sensations in my penis, I didn’t know how an orgasm worked. That is, until one morning. 

I had some dream which was erotic but I cannot remember the details of it. I woke up very hard and went to it, rubbing my glans against my sheets. I drifted in and out of sleep, slipping back into the dream and out into my fantasy again. One continuous process until suddenly I felt the strong urge to pee. I did not wet the bed and besides, this felt different. But what else could be happening? I stopped rubbing in a second and waited as my penis experienced a spasm once or twice and the urge subsided. 

My mind raced, sorting out what I had done to trigger that feeling. Never had playing around with myself made me need to pee until now. I reflected on how much I had been humping my bed recently and thought maybe it was time to stop. Yes, I needed to leave my penis alone for awhile so it could heal or fix itself. Whatever it was, a full bladder wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Something was wrong! 

But maybe I could just thrust a little more. After all, it felt so nice having the soft sheets wrap around my glans. So back to it I went. Just a little, then a little more. Faster I went nearly forgetting what had just happened. Suddenly the spasms began and the feeling of needing to empty my bladder was overwhelming, much stronger than before. I was certain now I was going to wet the bed. I threw my sheets off and jumped out, intent on making it across the hall to the bathroom in time and desperately hoping no one was awake yet. 

My penis head was huge and flared and deep pink. I had never seen it so big before. At this point, I still thought I was peeing except it was shooting out in spurts and not a long stream. I thought my bladder or something inside me was broken. If only I had listened when I was told not to play with myself. 

As a side note, (it’s important to the story) when I was younger I learned if I really, really needed to pee and was about to leak I could grab my foreskin and pull it forward and pinch it over the end of my cock. More than once I had pinched my foreskin and watched it balloon as it filled up with pee, then release it over the toilet. I felt safe with knowing I could do that. It was a safety net. I rarely needed to do it, but I knew in an emergency I could. Those of you who are uncut know what I mean and you probably have done it as well. 

Back to the moment of orgasm. I instinctively tried the foreskin-pinching trick to buy enough time to make it across the hall. But this was a whole new experience and I never peed like this before! To add to my confusion my glans was now too big and flared to pull the skin over so I was out of ideas, and I hobbled myself over to the bathroom. By the time I made it I had thankfully stopped whatever it was and I could gather myself and my thoughts. I pulled my foreskin down over my now very sensitive glans and relaxed, softening and going back to normal. Never was I so relieved to be flaccid. 

The warnings not to play with it, unheeded, were for a good reason after all. Now I had done some unknown damage. I shuffled back to bed unable to sleep and swore I was done playing with it. Later in the day, I came to realize this must have been an orgasm (I had a very, basic sex education with little explained but this fit the limited knowledge I did have. No wonder then that it smelled different!) 

My anxiety relieved, I determined that as weird as it felt, and out of control it was, nothing was broken and so nothing was harmed by maybe doing it again, just once in a while... 

From then on I masturbated nearly every night. I didn’t know any way to do it except by thrusting into my sheets so I was limited to doing it in bed late at night or very early in the morning. Over the next few months I learned to thrust into the couch cushions and experimented with thrusting into towels on the bathroom floor. I forgot to lock the door once and mom caught me at that. I received a talk about not doing it all the time and it was dropped, thankfully.

It would be two years before I learned traditional masturbation with my hand. Interestingly I never used my foreskin. I simply held it back and went at it like I didn’t have one.