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1. Swimdad-
   Safe to say, but I also (dimly) recall it as being qualitatively different than any subsequent events. Even those without ejaculation and it *felt* like there should have something at least. Who knows? It might have been my terror at the possibility of plummeting to my death (I was and am mildly acrophobic).
   Dave W.-
   I’m not arrogant enough to say “I know how you feel,” but I can probably take a pretty good guess. I didn’t date in high school or college, but did have a few makeout sessions my sophomore year at Michigan State with the first girl I ever kissed. A couple of decades later, and it’s not a stretch to say that I still have issues. You’d think that the passage of time would provide some help, but I still consider myself a ‘closeted’ or ‘non-practicing’ hetero. It may be that at least some of us are more like Jell-O molds than we’d like to think.

2. Yeah, I’ve heard guys say they wacked off in grade school, but nothing came out, and it actually hurt. Me, I feel like a bit of a freak in that I had just turned 19 when I finally did it to completion. I had even attempted intercourse(with a condom) with my first girlfriend a month earlier. It was painful for her and I didn’t really get penetration. I guess sexual issues mirror life issues. I’m still pretty messed up at age 38.

3. So, I guess we can assume then that orgasm may have occurred without discharge? My cousin and I used to have J/O sessions together, and he squirted, but I didn’t. It sure felt good though.

4. Funny story here. My first ‘O’ ever was definitely in middle school. In gym class. Climbing a rope. Yeah, shades of Garth Algar no doubt. The weird thing is that it happened just as I reached the top of the rope, about 15′ off the floor. I had no idea what was going on, except that it felt like I was going to pass out and I was scared to death of falling. I held on for dear life, the moment passed and I successfully returned to ground level. In the locker room afterwards, I was looking around and everything was completely dry (a fact that I can’t account for even yet). A mystery, wrapped in a riddle and surrounded by an enigma… The general biology and mechanics of reproduction had been familiar to me for a few years at that point, but I was clueless as to how that expressed itself on a personal level. How semen was transferred from the male to the female was kind of nebulous (except for fish and amphibians). It wasn’t until a year or two later when a couple of friends explained what an orgasm was that things started to come into focus. By the ninth grade, I had a better handle on things (so to speak) and a revelatory gestalt moment. I may not be the swiftest of cats but I can see through a brick wall given time.

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