My first time

When I was 12 I discovered that if I shinnied up a pole I would feel that I had to pee, but the urge went away once I stopped that activity. It was an annoying sensation, and finally, in the bathroom and on the toilet I somehow generated that same urge to pee, probably while maneuvering my hard-on, and I kept doing that, whatever it was, until WOW! My cock began shooting tablespoons of thick, white come, which I received in a wad of toilet paper and let drip into the toilet. It was gorgeous and glorious and the gate to fifty-plus years of fantastic masturbation had opened wide for me. Eventually I started having nocturnal emissions, and once I figured out using prophylactic jacking off as the appropriate counter measure I put an end to that process pronto. And when I dropped the Catholic faith I was able to stroke my boner without the distraction of mortal sin. Thank you, my cock, I will always love you.