My First

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Ripped from the pages of my journal: Childhood

My First

Boner   Jack   Woody?

I was young; Only ten years old
Thoughts of naked women in my mind I hold
I'm at that age where puberty weighs in and innocent ends
I would get hard at those slightest winds
Curiousity took hold as I bathes in my tub alone
I then started touching and playing with my bone
I grabbed hold and slightly squeeze
The soapy water had me stroking with ease
The feeling inside me suddenly changed
It felt good and somewhat strange
So I continued to stroke my now hard dick
The head was throbbing and the vains were thick
I then thought of my mom walking in so I had to do this quick
The feeling inside felt like I was about explode
It all came gushing out as I shot off my first load
My body trembled; splashing water everywhere
Until I finish shooting my load, I really didn't care
All I could say; it felt somewhat goody
A boy in a tub playing with his woody

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Rygar commented on My First

11-23-2009

haha, nice! made me think of my first one too... nice job

WordManipulator commented on My First

09-27-2009

I know that feeling, my mom found my porn magazines under my mattress. she dam near fainted. hehe. I was mad when she threw them out because I wasn't done with miss June yet if you know what I mean. This poem sure took me back to my boyhood days. I still remember my first time. nice work seven

LadyLuck commented on My First

06-30-2009

HA!thats precious.... i think it was kinda cute. little boy unknowingly stumbles across sex kinda weird reading an erotica about a little boy finding his sex but kinda cute too gotta hurry so mom don see

MsKrystle commented on My First

06-25-2009

Its sexy in a innocent virgin type way. I like it. Not what I was expecting from the title but it was still good.

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