A Firsty Pop is the hyacinth smell of young hard-ons, a whiff of school toilets, locker rooms, and jockstraps, rectal mucus and summer feet, chigger lotion, and carbolic soap — whiffs you back to your first jackoff and leaves you sitting there on the toilet — if you don’t keep flying speed. Never linger over a Firsty.

— William S. Burroughs, Cities of the Red Night