Hamletmaschine
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My story is very similar to Yogi's. I was maybe 11 or 12 and though I'd had a basic sex ed lecture at school, the material was presented so clinically (with all those disgusting anatomical drawings) and with the exclusive focus on reproduction that I didn't think this sex stuff was anything I'd ever be interested in. I mean, the details of the male orgasm and ejaculation were so fuzzy that I got the impression that to make a baby the man would stick his penis inside a woman and start urinating.
Well, one day my best friend was sleeping over and we got to talking about the sex ed stuff we'd heard--mostly making jokes about it--and he suddenly asked me if I'd ever "rubbed my dick." I had no idea what he was talking about, and he proceeded to tell me that he did sometimes and it felt really good. So I thought, what the hell? I'll give it a try some time. In the days that followed, I tried "rubbing my dick" a few times, but nothing ever happened, and I didn't get any great pleasure from it, so I stopped trying for a few months.
Then one day I was in the shower, and I started soaping my dick up and washing myself off, and I began to get an erection. I started sliding my hand up and down the shaft and over the head and damn if it didn't start to feel pretty good. So I kept on doing it.
A few moments later I began to feel REAL good, and all of a sudden I felt this stuff shooting out the end of my dick. My eyes were closed and I looked down in horror, thinking my urinary system had suddenly malfunctioned. The first thing my eyes landed on were some rust spots on shower floor, and I thought I'd started pissing blood. Again.
You see, a couple years before this I'd almost died from a kidney infection--which had made me piss blood all the time. The immediate conclusion I came to was that "rubbing my dick" had made the infection come back. I was terrified.
But then I noticed that the stuff still oozing from my dick didn't seem to have any reddish-brown coloring to it. It was white. Oh, great, I thought. I'm pissing pus now. I dropped to the floor of the shower to examine those reddish stains, which didn't seem to be rinsing down the drain for some reason, and realized what they were. I felt a little relieved, although I was still terrified and confused about what the stuff was, since I associated any non-urine-colored stuff with my kidney problems. I knew that something bad had happened, even though it had felt really good, and I was too scared to tell my parents about it, because I didn't want to go back to the hospital.
I played a wait-and-see game for the next several days. I monitored my urine color closely, I took my temperature probably three or four times a day, I checked myself for any signs of tenderness in the kidneys or bladder area. Things seemed to be okay. So I decided I'd better try the ultimate test: another dick rubbing.
This time, I paid very careful attention to every single moment of the dick rubbing process. Once again, it started feeling awfully good, but I was very nervous about whether anything would come out this time and what it might be. It took a long, long time for me to ejaculate, but when I did, I watched it happen this time, scrutinizing every spurt for any signs of blood or pus. It didn't look like there was any in whatever it was that was shooting out of the end of my dick, and it did feel awfully damned good, I had to admit. So, I thought I'd better try it again right away, just to make sure.
Well, one day my best friend was sleeping over and we got to talking about the sex ed stuff we'd heard--mostly making jokes about it--and he suddenly asked me if I'd ever "rubbed my dick." I had no idea what he was talking about, and he proceeded to tell me that he did sometimes and it felt really good. So I thought, what the hell? I'll give it a try some time. In the days that followed, I tried "rubbing my dick" a few times, but nothing ever happened, and I didn't get any great pleasure from it, so I stopped trying for a few months.
Then one day I was in the shower, and I started soaping my dick up and washing myself off, and I began to get an erection. I started sliding my hand up and down the shaft and over the head and damn if it didn't start to feel pretty good. So I kept on doing it.
A few moments later I began to feel REAL good, and all of a sudden I felt this stuff shooting out the end of my dick. My eyes were closed and I looked down in horror, thinking my urinary system had suddenly malfunctioned. The first thing my eyes landed on were some rust spots on shower floor, and I thought I'd started pissing blood. Again.
You see, a couple years before this I'd almost died from a kidney infection--which had made me piss blood all the time. The immediate conclusion I came to was that "rubbing my dick" had made the infection come back. I was terrified.
But then I noticed that the stuff still oozing from my dick didn't seem to have any reddish-brown coloring to it. It was white. Oh, great, I thought. I'm pissing pus now. I dropped to the floor of the shower to examine those reddish stains, which didn't seem to be rinsing down the drain for some reason, and realized what they were. I felt a little relieved, although I was still terrified and confused about what the stuff was, since I associated any non-urine-colored stuff with my kidney problems. I knew that something bad had happened, even though it had felt really good, and I was too scared to tell my parents about it, because I didn't want to go back to the hospital.
I played a wait-and-see game for the next several days. I monitored my urine color closely, I took my temperature probably three or four times a day, I checked myself for any signs of tenderness in the kidneys or bladder area. Things seemed to be okay. So I decided I'd better try the ultimate test: another dick rubbing.
This time, I paid very careful attention to every single moment of the dick rubbing process. Once again, it started feeling awfully good, but I was very nervous about whether anything would come out this time and what it might be. It took a long, long time for me to ejaculate, but when I did, I watched it happen this time, scrutinizing every spurt for any signs of blood or pus. It didn't look like there was any in whatever it was that was shooting out of the end of my dick, and it did feel awfully damned good, I had to admit. So, I thought I'd better try it again right away, just to make sure.



