NONE of you are as lucky as me. This story is not for the light of heart, and just one of many reasons why I think I earn my forum name.
I was really young when I first started getting erections (about 9). Of course, my parents were uncommunicative as ever about anything having to do with our animal natures. So I was confused, only 9 years old and having this weird embarrassing thing happen to me a couple times a day. I’d often retreat into a bathroom whenever it started or I could feel one coming on and try and “will” it away. It usually worked in the beginning (later on I would have to resort to using force, which, uh, would lead to “other” discoveries ^_^ ).
I tried bringing it up once to my family, but they either didn’t catch on to what I was saying or wanted to pretend kids aren’t human beings. It took me MONTHS before I even realized what was causing it (I figured it out when I noticed it happened most often during those feminine product commercials on TV ^_^ CURSE YOU MAYBELLENE!) :cuss:
Well, naturally I felt like some kind of a circus freak outcast, and after some serious thought on the matter, and subtle hints from observing older kids at school, I realized that something was going to happen to me that would completely change my identity forever. At 9 going on 10, this made me angry knowing that I couldn’t stop something that was so weird nobody ever even wanted to talk about it.
And so, after hearing from a farmer at school (it was a small town community) how they castrated bull calves (if they’re just meant for beef, they don’t need to get “uncontrollable” later on in life), I fished through the miscellaneous drawer in our kitchen for some rubber bands.
Keep in mind I was only about 10 years old at the time. So, for two nights I completely cut off all circulation to my member before going to bed. Each night I woke up AFTER FOUR HOURS HAD GONE BY in excruciating pain and, upon chickening out, unable to manually take the rubberband off (believe me, that’s NOT an option when you’re that numb and it’s that freezing cold) I took out my jackknife to carefully cut the thing off without damaging the skin. Needless to say, sleep sure as hell wasn’t an option at that point. And each of the two nights I lay awake thinking about what the future would hold while circulation slowly flowed back into my penis and color and life came back with it. Yeah, it was significantly more painful than you can imagine.
SO. That was a total of EIGHT HOURS where my penis had zero circulation (not kidding here, I used those tiny 4 millimeter wide rubber-bands that I got from my older brother’s braces pack). It went from white as the blinding winters of our small isolated northern community, to red and then tan again, as I contemplated life and it’s impenetrable mysteries.
Maybe if I would have actually succeeded I would have gotten what I wanted at the time, which was a lasting child’s innocence. Buuuut, I think I like my current evil self, so I’m glad nothing serious came out of all this :cancer:
What actually happened though (and I still don’t know whether it was because of the tissue death which no doubt happened to some extent, or because I was such an early bloomer) was that, when I finally got around to masturbating, I never ejaculated. It wasn’t physically possible, not that I thought that was unusual at the time though.
And my orgasms lasted literally indefinitely. After the first year of puberty I had become completely addicted to orgasms and could make one last up to two freaking minutes. At least, I could, until some mechanism of puberty finally kicked in and I started ejaculating. Imagine my surprise when THAT happened for the first time :eek:
In retrospect, those orgasms are so burned into my memory that I know for a fact orgasms are infinitely better when you can’t ejaculate. It’s REALLY too bad that ever started working for me, because having a year’s worth of memories of it makes me awfully nostalgic sometimes. What a way to get yourself addicted to orgasms huh? My younger self was wise to realize that everything was going to change, and my present self is DAMN GLAD that the change was still able to happen :D That year wasn’t wasted; it ended up being a kind of pillowy segue into sexuality that made it really easy to be OK with becoming a sexual creature.
As an aside, am I the only person here who’s had minute-long orgasms without ejaculating? Does anyone with knowledge of this sort of thing think that perhaps I may have damaged something necessary to ejaculate and then it took a year for it to heal, making the interim, when I was first discovering orgasms, completely different than what normal people experienced? I’ve never had a dry one since, maybe there’s still a way.. Gods, thinking back on that, it could just go on and on. Literally it’s like someone accidentally left the ecstasy light-switch on and forgot to turn it off, and so you’re just kind of squirming your way to get to the goddamn switch eventually just to get some relief. Not that that’s bad in ANY way, but still O:-) Ah sweet youth.
I kind of figure it was because of all that time under no circulation in those early puberty days that I have only a 5x4.8 inch penis. I mean, people on these forums say tissue and collagen death happens after only 20 minutes. 20 minutes vs. 8 hours.. The prospects don’t look that good.
Well anyway, I’ve been doing PE for a month and not seen any changes yet. We’ll see if someone with my kind of history can even make a penis grow :p
Well, I say I’m lucky because now, after having gone through a fantastic puberty and currently being 23 years old, I’m pretty glad I have this “weird” problem and enjoy using it thoroughly at least once a day.
