It was getting dark, which brought us to reason, we both helped to
remake the bed, went downstairs, shut the shutters, lighted the fire
which was out, and got lights. I then having nothing to do, began
thinking of my doodle which was sticking to my shirt, and pulling it
out to see its condition, found my shirt covered with sperm smears, and
spots of blood, my prick was dreadfully sore. I said to her that she had
been bleeding, she begged me to go out of the kitchen for a minute, I
did, and almost directly she came out, and passed me saying, she must
change her things before the cook came home. She would not let me stay
in the room whilst she did it, nor did I see her chemise, though I had
followed her upstairs; then the idea flashed across me that I had taken
a virginity; that had never occurred to me before. She got hot water
to wash herself. I did not know what to do with my shirt; we arranged
I should wash it before I went to bed. We thought it best to say, I had
not been home at all, and that I should go and fetch my mother. After
much kissing, hugging, and tears on her part, off I went, hatching an
excuse for not having fetched mother earlier, and we came home with Tom
in my aunt's carriage I recollect.
Before going to bed, I ordered hot water for a footbath. How we looked
at each other as I ordered it. I washed my shirt as well as I could, and
looked sadly at my sore prick, I could not pull the skin back, so much
as usual, it was torn, raw, and slightly bleeding.
Awake nearly all night, thinking of my pleasure and proud of my success;
I rose early, and looking at my shirt, found stains still visible, and
that I had so mucked it in washing, that an infant could have guessed
what I had been doing. I knew that my mother who now did household
duties herself, selected the things for the laundress; and in despair
hit on a plan: I filled the chamber-pot with piss and soap-suds, making
it as dirty as I could, put it near a chair and my shirt hanging over it
carelessly, so as to look as if it had dropped into the pot by accident;
left it there, and put on a clean shirt. After breakfast my mother who
usually helped to make my bed, and her own as well, called out to me; up
I went with my heart in my mouth, to hear her say, she hoped I would
be a little more careful, and remember that we had no longer my poor
father's purse. "Look," said she, "a disgraceful state you left your
shirt in, I am ashamed to have it sent to the laundress, have been
obliged to tell the housemaid to partly wash it first, you are getting
very careless." Charlotte afterwards told me, that when mother gave her
the shirt to rough wash, she felt as if she should faint.
I need not repeat about my prepuce, which as said I could now pull down
with a little less difficulty. Lacerated and painful over night, it was
much more swollen and sore the next morning, when I pissed it smarted,
the thinking and smarting made me randy: risking all, whilst my mother
was actually in the adjoining room, the poor girl in horrid fear and
looking shockingly ill, I thrust my hand up her clothes and on to her
split. She whispered, "What a wretch you are!" I went to college, came
back at three o'clock, thinking always on the same subject; my prick got
worse, I took it into my head, that Charlotte had given me some disease,
and was in a dreadful state of mind. I washed it with warm water, and
greased it, having eased it thus a little, got the skin down, then could
not get it back again, it got stiff; as it did so sexual pleasures came
into my mind, and worse got the pain. I greased it more, my pain grew
less, I touched the tip with my finger, it gave a throb of pleasure, I
went on without meaning, almost without knowing, the pleasure came and
spunk shot out. I had frigged myself unintentionally again.
I watched my penis shrink, its tension lessen, its high colour go, then
came the feeling of disgust at myself that I have always felt after
frigging, a disgust not quite absent even when done by the little
hands of fair friends, to whose quims I was paying similar delicate
attentions. I was able to pull up the skin again, but the soreness got
worse, I told the poor girl that my prick was very sore, and that I
thought it strange. It did not wound her feelings, for she did not know
my suspicions. The next morning being no better, I with much hesitation
told a college friend, he looked at my prick, and thought it either clap
or pox. Frightened to go to our own doctor, I at his advice went to a
chemist, who did a little business in such matters; we dealt there, but
my friend assured me that the man never opened his mouth to any one, if
youths consulted him, and many he knew had.
With quaking I said to the chemist, that I had something the matter with
my thing. "What?" said he. "I don't know." "Let me see it." I began
to beg him not to mention it to my mother, or anyone. "Don't waste my
time," said he, "show it to me, if you want my advice." Out I pulled it
as small as could be, but still with the skin over it. "Have you been
with a woman?" said he. "Yes." He looked at my shirt, there was no
discharge, then he laid hold of my prick with both hands, and with force
pulled the skin right down, I howled. He told me there was nothing the
matter with me, that the skin was too tight, that a snip would set me to
rights, and advised me soon to have it done, saying, "it will save you
trouble and money if you do, and add to your pleasure." I declined.
"Another day then." "No." He laughed and said, "Well, time will cure
you, if you go on as you have began," gave me a lotion, and in three
days I was pretty right: warm water I expect would have had the same
effect. I had simply torn the skin in taking the virginity.
Of course I wanted Charlotte again, she seemed in no way to help me, and
used to cry, still there was a wonderful difference between then, and
before the happy consummation: she tried to prevent my hands going up her
petticoats, but once up objections ceased, and my hands would rove
about on the outside and inside of all, we stood and kissed at every
opportunity. "When shall we do it again?" she replied "Never!" for she
was sure it would bring punishment on us both.
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