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I thought about this all night, and think I have nailed down almost every last little detail I care to mention about my first orgasm.
I was 11.
It was in April, and my family had left the house for the afternoon.
I was thus alone and curious (well, I'd always been curious) about my body, specifically the quickly developing parts of it.
My usual exploraiton and play (I am uncircumcised, and had been having dry orgasms as long as I could remember, sometimes with friends) went as usual. I was on my bed, idly masturbating by humping my mattress, when I felt something...different, not the usual ecstatic song of my nerves followed by hypersensitivity. I rolled over onto my back and continued working my foreskin. Thoughts poured into my head...particularly of a brunette and a redhead in my class. These were new thoughts. Nice all the same. I became hard, my foreskin had been able to be retracted for as long as I can remember, so I slid it back down over my shaft, and then forward, backward…and so on. The first drop of pre-cum confused me slightly, but it felt so good I did not want to stop. I worked my hairless cock (there were exactly two black hairs above my cock) and pumped my foreskin as I felt something new build within me. My ejaculation should have been accompanied by the 1812 Overture. I splattered my chest with my off-white semen and pre-ejaculate. I screamed in pleasure and kept pumping out cum until my dick went soft. By the time I had finished the I was covered in my fluids. The smell was what hit me after the waves of pleasure subsided slightly, it smelled...clean, like spring. I wiped myself clean with Kleenex, and then, with little ceremony, flushed the tissue after taking a shower to wash myself clean of myself.
And that...was my first orgasm.
I have had many more in the years since then.
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