Maybe each of you can tell about the first time you ever played. Here is my story:
I was quite young when I first played........a long time ago, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Quite an experience for a young lad. I remember my friends talking about it all the time.....the boys, that is. The girls....well, they never spoke about such things. They only sighed and groaned and walked away whenever the subject came up. Most of my friends had tried it before me. Most of them were older, so I guess that's what one would expect. They all said it was incredible. Long before I tried it, I knew that someday I would, and I often thought about how it would be.
Finally, the day came. I made sure that no one else was around. I didn't want to be embarrassed....and I certainly didn't want anyone to see me. I remember opening my zipper, reaching in and grabbing one of my balls. When you don't really know what you are doing, it seemed as good a place as any to start. I remember feeling the roundness and the smooth, but ridged outer skin. I remember reaching in, grabbing my shaft and easing it out. It was long and hard. I remember thinking how really huge it seemed in my hands. I had my left hand on one end of the shaft and remember sliding my right hand the entire length of the shaft all the way to the head. The head was quite large also....dark, sort of a deep dark purplish color. I ran my finger all around the head, touching everywhere. I remembered that my friends had always talked about a sweetspot, and since this was my first time, I definitely wanted to find it. Rubbing my finger all over the head, I kept looking at it, trying to see if I could find the sweetspot. How silly that was, but what did I know at the time. I remember that I was really excited, but also very nervous, and my hands must have been sweating because the head and the shaft were getting wet from my hands, or at least so I thought. I didn't think this was good, so I used the towel that I had brought with me and wiped it off. From listening to my friends, I knew I needed a rag or something to wipe everything off when I was done. I was so proud that I was prepared....just like a good little boy scout. *laughing*
I remembered the boys talking about how far they liked to open their legs....some of the boys claiming that they would spread their legs as wide as possible to get the best stroke. At first, I tried the same thing, but it seemed just so awkward, and my inner thighs were hurting so much that I brought my legs a bit closer together. It seemed to me at least to be the most comfortable position.
So there I was, my legs spread comfortably.....stroking.....stroking.....stroking......and thinking about what all of the girls were missing, and thinking about the girls too.....hoping that I might hit the sweet spot at the right moment. And then I knew that the time was getting close, when I would finally shoot my first time. I envisioned the whiteness angling from the head of my shaft, rising high and proud. I wanted to shoot as far as I could so I could brag like all of my other friends about how far it went. (Of course, I would exaggerate no matter how far it actually went.) As the big moment approached, I remember how really excited I was. And then finally, it happened. With one huge stroke, I hit the sweet spot and the whiteness took off like a rocket ship. I couldn't control myself as I let out a loud moan.
Looking to see how far it had gone, catching my composure, and breathing a sigh of relief, I quickly put my club back into the golf bag and walked briskly toward the fairway. I didn't want anyone to see me, at least not until I had gotten good at my golf game.
*grins* Hope you all enjoyed.
I was quite young when I first played........a long time ago, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Quite an experience for a young lad. I remember my friends talking about it all the time.....the boys, that is. The girls....well, they never spoke about such things. They only sighed and groaned and walked away whenever the subject came up. Most of my friends had tried it before me. Most of them were older, so I guess that's what one would expect. They all said it was incredible. Long before I tried it, I knew that someday I would, and I often thought about how it would be.
Finally, the day came. I made sure that no one else was around. I didn't want to be embarrassed....and I certainly didn't want anyone to see me. I remember opening my zipper, reaching in and grabbing one of my balls. When you don't really know what you are doing, it seemed as good a place as any to start. I remember feeling the roundness and the smooth, but ridged outer skin. I remember reaching in, grabbing my shaft and easing it out. It was long and hard. I remember thinking how really huge it seemed in my hands. I had my left hand on one end of the shaft and remember sliding my right hand the entire length of the shaft all the way to the head. The head was quite large also....dark, sort of a deep dark purplish color. I ran my finger all around the head, touching everywhere. I remembered that my friends had always talked about a sweetspot, and since this was my first time, I definitely wanted to find it. Rubbing my finger all over the head, I kept looking at it, trying to see if I could find the sweetspot. How silly that was, but what did I know at the time. I remember that I was really excited, but also very nervous, and my hands must have been sweating because the head and the shaft were getting wet from my hands, or at least so I thought. I didn't think this was good, so I used the towel that I had brought with me and wiped it off. From listening to my friends, I knew I needed a rag or something to wipe everything off when I was done. I was so proud that I was prepared....just like a good little boy scout. *laughing*
I remembered the boys talking about how far they liked to open their legs....some of the boys claiming that they would spread their legs as wide as possible to get the best stroke. At first, I tried the same thing, but it seemed just so awkward, and my inner thighs were hurting so much that I brought my legs a bit closer together. It seemed to me at least to be the most comfortable position.
So there I was, my legs spread comfortably.....stroking.....stroking.....stroking......and thinking about what all of the girls were missing, and thinking about the girls too.....hoping that I might hit the sweet spot at the right moment. And then I knew that the time was getting close, when I would finally shoot my first time. I envisioned the whiteness angling from the head of my shaft, rising high and proud. I wanted to shoot as far as I could so I could brag like all of my other friends about how far it went. (Of course, I would exaggerate no matter how far it actually went.) As the big moment approached, I remember how really excited I was. And then finally, it happened. With one huge stroke, I hit the sweet spot and the whiteness took off like a rocket ship. I couldn't control myself as I let out a loud moan.
Looking to see how far it had gone, catching my composure, and breathing a sigh of relief, I quickly put my club back into the golf bag and walked briskly toward the fairway. I didn't want anyone to see me, at least not until I had gotten good at my golf game.
*grins* Hope you all enjoyed.
My favorite pic was of two women in a 69!
