I believe I've written before about my Spiderman bedtime fun as a little boy. I would pretend the mattress was a wall. I would be at the bottom of the mattress and rub to the left and to the right, slowly working my way up the mattress. I loved being Spiderman. And had the spidey tingles. And my older brothers (I have three) thought that was hilarious. I didn't get what the big deal was. I was humping the mattress. That was the big deal. I was too young to realize there was anything embarrassing about what I was doing.
So I know I like this. I know I like this a lot.
But nothing happens other than friction and a very red head of my penis.
And, being a guy, I grow up liking to explore and stuff. So, summer of fifth grade (just finished fifth grade), I'm in the bathtub. And my cock is hard as a rock. And I've washed and stroked. And nothing's happened like always except I've got this excited feeling like I'm about to piss at any second. So I'm bored and I'm looking at the water coming out of the faucet.
I'm looking at that and thinking.
What the heck?
So I move my penis towards it. And when I figure out that it will fit up the faucet, I get on my knees in the tub and put my cock in the faucet as water is pouring out and hump and hump and lose my breath and see the whole world set on fire. I'm panting and panting and look down to see some clear substance coming out of the head of my penis. WTF?
I thought at first I had cut it. Then I thought, "It's blood! But it's clear because water must have entered my penis!"
I was worried and embarrassed.
And I finally asked my oldest brother, "What does it mean when clear stuff comes out of your penis?" To which he replied, "It means you've been whacking off!"
Then he laughed and laughed until he realized I didn't know what he was talking about.
So then he explained it to me. And that's when I felt, looking back at that orgasm, that I was a grown up. Of course, I wasn't then, but it was the first time I felt I was.
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