Looking at the photos, I felt my sperm travel up from my balls through my shaft, the first dribble of semen exited my slit, then the first ejaculation shot out, hearing it hit the headboard and the wall behind as I saw it fly over my head. He ended our interaction by telling me that if ever I had questions about the changes my body was going through or anything else he would always be around for me. While on the subject he asked if I was using the condoms he had given me on my birthday and red faced, I told him no need, I was still a virgin. He thanked me for trusting him with my questions and curiosity while growing up and becoming a young man he was so proud of. I started getting a rhythm, going up and down on my shaft, getting more precum with every stroke up, getting wetter and slicker, feeling that tingling building between my legs. He told me to avoid deodorants that left white chunks in the pit hairs, instead use a brand that went on clear. In my talks with my dad, he emphasized the difference between sleeping with someone to satisfy my urges and sleeping with someone who I had feelings for. It was dark when we got home, and I,
