Wow, I will have to turn the ‘way back memory’ machine back
to retrieve those memories. Such memorable things as wet dreams and first
masturbation are there, however. It was not wet dreams that started the penis awareness,
however. It was way back after potty training, when sleeping and the bladder
fills, if you do not immediately wake you can develop an erection. Official
term is nocturnal penile tumescence. You basically awake with a hard penis
(some call it ‘morning wood’); the hard penis inhibits urination (the bed
wetting curse of childhood). This was my first experience with erection.
In my early years (6-9) I was a monkey, loved to climb and balance on things like fences. At school
there were ropes to climb and that was a required thing to do. There were mats
on the floor and you would climb up the rope with your legs wrapped around the
rope and then slide / lower yourself down in a controlled manner. This is when
I discovered how something rubbing on my penis would also make it hard and the bumpy
cords of the rope made a deliciously stimulating sensation.
When swimming in a lake at the beach, at about age 12 years
old we were skinny dipping because the lake was muddy. We would swim until our
chest and body was aground on the slippery mud. Of course, this mud was
slipping invitingly around our cocks causing an erection. All of us boys were affected
in the same manner. One of the younger boys grabbed a hand full of mud and stroked
his penis with the mud to produce the same effect. None of us had an orgasm or
climaxed from doing this.
Around 14 years old, I was spending a week with some family
friends during the summer that lived on a farm on the Washington coast. Dale
was 3 years younger than me, and Lauren was 1 years older than me. Dale and I
would hike, ride a dirt bike, and explore, and Lauren would sometimes go with
us and had taken an active interest in me unbeknownst to naive me. She
encouraged me to talk about the most embarrassing subjects like “night boners”
privately. She wanted to know if I got them, what they felt like, if I ever, “wet
the bed” when I got them. She was a self-professed Doctor wannabe that was
here to help. I told her then, what I will tell you now: Yes, sometimes I would
wake with a racing heart and feeling like I had been running in my dreams. I
was warm all over and had the most pleasurable feelings. There was not pee but
something else in my underwear. She cited it was normal and that I needed to
‘take care of myself’ or I would end up as a teen-age bed wetter (I was horrified).
She explained that there was a solution, but I would have to do something that
maybe I had never done before. If I was interested, and would never tell anyone,
she would explain what I had to do to prevent the downward spiral into adolescent
bed wetting. Of course, I was all ears, and I am sure blushed beet red. She
impressed on me that I needed to take immediate action before her mother came
home. Well, I went into the bathroom, put Laurens Eucerin cream in my hand, as
instructed, and produced an erection. I stroked (because she said if it felt good,
I was doing it correctly) and stroked and then my knees buckled, let out an involuntary
cry, and I came in a spurt. I cleaned up with toilet paper and flushed what
looked like puss down the toilet. She said it would be like popping zits, if I
kept doing this at regular intervals, I would never wet the bed. Fast forward a
few years and Dale showed me hole in the bathroom ceiling, adjacent to the light
fixture under an upstairs bed, where you could “spy on people in the bathroom”.
He found out about it from his sister.
I still have wet dreams periodically. One of my partners years
ago said that I would breathe heavily, whimper, she could feel my gluts / butt
moving rhythmically. I am a heavy sleeper and she more than once placed her
hand on my cock, rubbed my nipples until I was fully erect then got on top …
that would wake me up and the best type of wet dream.
Hope you enjoyed this reminiscing – mm, come to think of it
I enjoyed it to – I am a little wet with precum.
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