I just discovered this site, specifically the ‘First Semen Ejaculation’ Discussion page, and I’d like to contribute to it here.
I see that there is a large contingent of British (or should I say English?) men who have shared their own experience of this rite of passage here.
I’m struck by how many separate details, events and themes are reported. I’m talking about VERY specific similarities, both among these reports internally as well as with my own experiences.
We don’t live in isolation, or in a vacuum. It’s probably inevitable that a relatively straightforward event like a boy’s first ejaculation of semen will involve certain similarities from one young man to another.
No one sneezes and finds that his face is covered with a viscous white fluid that came from his nose, or perhaps from his ear.
It comes from the tips of our penises, in pretty much the same way for all of us.
But a glance at the following list of parallels between the experiences of many of those posting here and my own experiences would seem to indicate a high level of consistency in the way we reach this milestone.
And bear in mind that MY experiences unfolded in the American Midwest to a boy being raised in modest circumstances by a divorced single mother, beginning in the middle of summer in the year 1965.
‘The more things change, the more they stay the same’, it would seem.
I was 11 years old and I suddenly began having very stiff erections that were difficult to predict and impossible to control.
Within the space of only a few months I saw the sudden appearance of a generous amount of pubic hair, as well as a dramatic increase in the size of my testicles as well as the diameter of my erect penis, which grew from roughly the thickness of my thumb to greater than the thickness of the cardboard tube in the center of a roll of toilet paper. The length of my erect penis increased as well, from an inch or so in length to 4 3/4”. (which is the length that it always since has been and still is)
I’ll readily concede that most boy’s penises manage to just as quickly grow to an erect length of around 6”, it’s the striking suddenness of the growth that I’m noting here.
And I was also impressed by the ‘suddenness’ of the erection process itself. I was circumcised by a doctor who took the time to do a careful job of it, and the ring behind my very blunt glans had a way of ‘telescoping’ as my penis quickly expanded that never failed to fascinate me.
Slightly thicker at its base, and very rigid when erect my stiff penis filled my hand and more. It had a nice aesthetic about it, I was very proud of it.
Until I learned that 4 1/2” is only barely in the normal range. I’m aware of the fact that it is neither normal nor desirable for my penis to have not grown any since I was 11 1/2 years old.
But I’ve adapted well to the humiliation of it.
I began to notice that a clear, viscous fluid began to drain (but NOT spurt) from my penis as it returned to a flaccid state following a session of playing with it.
It wasn’t an orgasm, no orgasmic pleasure was associated with it. In fact, I never experienced THIS pleasure until the day when I triggered my first ejaculation of semen.
I witnessed an ejaculation before I actually experienced one. A friend was spending the night and, after we turned in, he asked me if I wanted to ‘jack off’ with him.
I’d heard the term, but had no concept of what was involved. I naively assumed that it was a term to describe the sort of fondling that I did when my penis was erect, the concept of an explosive discharge of semen that was associated with sensations of orgasmic pleasure was completely unknown to me.
The bottom line was that I really didn’t have a clue what ‘jacking off’ involved and didn’t want to risk faking it, so I told him so. He said not to worry, that he’d show me. Then he suddenly pushed his bed covers back and pulled down his ‘tighty whity’ briefs.
His rigidly erect penis was at least 6 1/2” long and half again thicker than mine. It’s surface was covered in large veins and his circumcisIon looked like it had been done with a dull hacksaw.
It was pointing straight upward, and it held itself tightly against his abdomen, twitching occasionally. He pulled it away from his body several times and released it, allowing it ‘snap’ sharply back against his stomach and then began to rub its underside (which curved slightly upward due to the ‘swaybacked’ curve of his erect penis) with the palm of his right hand.
It was soon very obvious that he was experiencing an escalating level of pleasure as he rubbed the underside of his penis, which soon began to leak from its tip the same clear fluid that I was accustomed to see leaking from my own self pleasuring episodes.
I expected him to stop then. I thought that the clear fluid was semen (based on my ‘research’ reading medical books at the library)
I knew that semen was universally described in the ‘medical books’ at the library as being unambiguously ‘white’ in color, but had decided that ‘white’ and ‘clear’ might be being used interchangeably.
But he plunged ahead and began rubbing even harder and faster, all while breathing heavily, grunting and arching his back.
Suddenly his body stiffened and he stopped rubbing and groaned as an enormous amount of cloudy white semen began to spurt out of his penis up onto his abdomen and chest. There were at least 5 long, ropy gushes if his semen followed by at least that many less energetic pulses that left a puddle of sperm on his stomach under the tip of his penis.
He laid there, recovering for awhile, then he began to wipe himself with a towel he’d brought to bed with him.
When he’d cleaned himself off he asked me if I wanted to jack off too.
I’d pulled my own shorts down and had been fondling myself as I watched him. My penis was rock hard and was pointing upward, but not as tightly against my abdomen as my friend’s penis had been against his.
I pulled back the bedclothes, revealing a penis that, although erect, was only about 4, maybe 4 1/4” long.
My friend didn’t mean to be cruel, in fact he apologized The next morning for what he said next.
He said, “Is *that* all the longer it gets?”
I pulled my bedclothes back over me and rolled over, with my back facing him. After a minute or so he turned out the light above his bed and we both went to sleep.
Later that night I was awakened by the sound of him jacking himself off again in the darkness. His orgasm came very quickly the second time and, judging by the sounds he made, was even more intense than his first climax had been.
The next day, after after dropping my friend off at his house, I knew that my mother would have a number of errands to do. I knew that I’d be alone for awhile so I went into the bathroom, with the ubiquitous Sears catalog, and leered at the women’s underwear section while I fondled myself until my penis was erect as I’d done many times before.
This time, however, I didn’t stop when the clear fluid began to leak out. I filled an enema bag, finished stripping off my clothes until I was completely nude, put a towel on the tile floor and laid face down, with my stiff penis dressed pointing upward against my stomach, and then inserted the enema nozzle into my anus.
How I knew how to arrange these things this way I don’t know. I’d never done any of it before, I was on a sort of ‘autopilot’ setting.
Then I began humping the floor.
Very quickly I could feel my orgasm building, but I was in uncharted territory and had no control over what was happening to me. I had a sensation much like a need to urinate, but it was sharper, almost a burning deep in my groin.
I genuinely lost full control of the muscles in my pelvis, humping the floor at a furious pace as a wave built and then crested. Suddenly it felt as though something inside me snapped or tore and then, for the first time in my life, my semen came pouring out.
When my first ejaculation came I grunted and began to moan loudly as each spurt jetted out of my penis into the tight space between my belly and the towel covered hard tile floor. I’m sure the sound of my voice could be heard throughout the house and was VERY glad I’d chosen a time when I was alone to do this.
That evening my mother took me aside and told me to make myself scarce when my little brother went to bed and then to join her in the living room, which I did.
We watched a little TV together (probably to give my brother some time to go to sleep) and then she turned the volume of the television down and got herself a beer, and me a Coke, before returning to the big couch and stretching out on it, supporting her upper body on one of her arms.
Dialogue can be difficult to remember, along with many small details, but I’ll never forget either what was said or done that night.
She seemed to be gathering her thoughts, looking in the direction of the TV, before picking up her beer can on the coffee table, taking a drink and then setting it back down. She paused briefly and then turned her face toward me before saying; “Did anything happen in the bedroom last night that I should know about?”
I was gobsmacked. At first I thought that she must have somehow been watching what (friend’s name) had said and done, or that she had listened at the door.
My mother then waved off her own question and plunged ahead; “Did (friend’s name) initiate you into a sexual activity like masturbation?”
I almost fainted.
And then it happened, I could feel the blood rushing into my penis.
My mother was a very ‘earthy’ type. She wasn’t a nudist, but she was often fairly casual about being seen briefly, in the hallway after a shower, nude and walking to her room down the hallway.
And she had never been overly modest with regard to what she wore around the house, in fact I was fairly certain that she slept in the nude.
And now she was asking me questions about sex.
My penis was rock hard, tenting up my pajama bottoms. I pulled my legs up onto the couch in an inadequate effort to conceal my obvious state of arousal, but she took another drink and then continued; “I went into the bedroom this morning while you boys were having breakfast to change the sheets and found dried semen on the bedclothes and even on the wall where (friend’s name) slept.”
Then she looked me in the eye and said; “I didn’t find anything in your bed, but (friend’s name) must have ejaculated several times to make the mess that I found.”
I hadn’t made any promises to not reveal what had happened, and I could see that she knew more than enough to get to the bottom of things, one bit at a time, so I spilled my guts.
She told me that what had happened was ‘normal’, that young men often explored themselves and others this way.
She said that young girls sometimes also did similar things, although they tended to be less focussed on having an orgasm when they did so.
She asked me why I hadn’t also ejaculated and I told her that I’d done that for the very first time that morning while she was running her errands. She asked me quite a few questions about what I’d done and I answered them truthfully.
She said, with a sigh, “You’re a man now.” And then added very sternly that, under NO circumstances was I to copulate with ANY girls my age.
Something about the ‘my age’ stipulation seemed curious to me and I was so horny I threw caution to the wind and asked her if it would be OK for me to ‘copulate’ with an adult woman if I got a chance to.
She laughed and replied; “An adult woman can take care of herself. If you get ANY offers like that PLEASE keep them under your hat.”
She asked me if there were any other questions and I hesitated briefly before saying; “I’m not normal sized, mom. (Friend’s name) is twice as long as I am. He even noticed it.”
And saying THAT led down ANOTHER rabbit hole, which I’ll go into later... I’m aware of the fact that it is neither normal or desirable for my penis to have not grown any since I was 11 1/2 years old.
And I’ve adapted well to the humiliation of it as well.
More if this unfinished story then.