How and where did you discover masturbation?

I discovered masturbation in the shower by accident when I was about 15-16. The water hit my penis head and it felt like a laser or something struck it and I immediately had to lay down in the tub with the water still hitting my penis. I looked at it and my penis was hard as a diamond and bouncing up and down on my stomach. I moved a bit to the right and one of the water jets from the shower head high hit the sweet spot and I didn’t breathe heavy or anything but I saw my penis push out a yellow then turned into while slime on my stomach. I put my finger into the goo and realized that I had just ejaculated for the first time in my life! I dare not to talk to my parents about it but the next few showers it was the same. Unfortunately after the 4th time it wasn’t as powerful and so I began my masturbation sessions sitting on the toilet and wrapping my penis with toilet paper and cumming in that. Still do to this day only seems like I’m losing the feeling of that great feeling on my penis head. I just turned 42 a few days ago.

 

I started when I was watching TV and just absently touching myself when I was a teen. Something started to feel unusual so I went with it. Afterward I was curious about doing it again so I put an old toothbrush to good use and did it up right.

 

I was 13 or 14 years old. I was getting erections and would wake up in the middle of the night sometimes after having an erotic dream about some of the girls in school. My friend said his big brother told him that if you rubbed your dick enough it would feel really good and white stuff would come out. I tried that several times, but not much happened, other than I went to sleep with an erection.

One night I was trying to go to sleep, but I was thinking about one particular girl whose breasts were developing nicely. My cock was hard, and I started rubbing it, thinking about Donna. It felt really good, and then I just started rubbing faster and I felt my dick start pulsing and I felt wet stuff in my hand. After my cock stopped pulsing, I reached over, got my flashlight, and looked at my cock and belly. There it was, the white stuff. And yes, it did feel really good. Thus began my masturbation journey.

 

I started by sneaking a peak at my dads Playboy's. I enjoyed seeing the naked ladies and noticed I was hard and stiff. I started rubbing it and then shot load of cum. Felt so good. Still masturbate today and enjoy it all.

 

I first jacked off the summer after graduating high school. I was alone in bed and I remember thinking I really want to ejaculate. I'd been having sex in highschool but was then single.
My ex had touched my dick before, so I rubbed it like I remember her doing. It took a long time that first time but it worked.
I didn't even notice the semen but it shot up on my t-shirt which I wore the next morning to breakfast with my family! I went into the bathroom to shower after breakfast and saw it in the mirror.

 

I was 11 and was watching tv. I was rubbing myself. It felt good so I kept going. Then a rush of sensation came over me. I thought I was going to pee myself. But it was dry.

 

I was 12 and been having spontaneous boners frequently, and often embarrassingly. I came down with a strep throat one week and was out of school with a fever for several days. My Mom had a policy that, once the fever was gone, I had to remain in bed for 24 hours with no sign of fever, just to be sure, before going back to school. Well I was back up to strength during that 24 hours, feeling pretty frisky. I had found a book about the human body that had a lovely drawing of a vulva, with all the parts labeled. I got to imagining what it would be like to have my little-boy hairless penis inside that thing. I had been hard since the moment I laid eyes on that drawing. I pulled my boner out through the fly opening in my flannel PJs and began humping the bedsheet. At the same time I imagined I was doing it to a warm, wet, slippery vagina. All of a sudden the strokes felt like angels fluttering their feathery wings against my penis. I couldn’t believe my penis was capable of a sensation that wonderful. Each stroke fanned the flames of that sensation, and I hoped that I could keep those strokes up indefinitely. I could feel warm flushing in my face. After several such delicious strokes, I felt what seemed like a monstrous urge to pee, and could feel my pee-pipe fill with fluid. I remember believing that I made a conscious effort to squeeze it out (it wasn’t until a week later when I tried masturbating and consciously attempting not too squeeze it out that I realized that was not an option). I remember exactly two squirts, feeling it flow through my penis all the way from base to out the tip. And then there were perhaps two minutes of dry post-orgasm contractions (the word I made up for them was “dits”), and catching my breath. I was stunned that my penis could bring me such ecstasy. And I believed I had discovered something that nobody else knew about — a way of experiencing the sensations of fucking without needing a willing vagina to do it in. I was, of course, absolutely hooked right away. Indeed I attempted to rub another one out a few minutes later, and was disappointed that the strokes now were almost painful. I checked the wet spot on my bedsheet, touched it and sniffed it. Despite having had a sheltered existence, I had still heard about jiz, and I knew that was what I had squirted out my pee-hole. I did rub another one out later that afternoon, and another just before I went to sleep that night, always using the bedsheet-humping method. Indeed that was my preferred method well into my twenties. I can remember with my early experiences that there was always a second or two delay between the end of the orgasmic tingle and the first squirt. It wasn’t until I had matured physically a bit more that the ejaculation would begin just at the moment I began down the far slope of the orgasmic climax, and I had the feeling that the squirting was like a sweet dessert to the orgasmic feast. Within a year my semen thickened and went from clear to milky. And it started leaving nasty orange stains on the sheet. Yet I hardly missed a day of doing it this way, usually several time each day. I was too addicted to getting off this way to care that my Mom undoubtably saw the stains when she did the laundry. She never said anything about it though. Thanks Mom.

 

To those that have read this story, sorry for repeating it. But I was 11 years old. Just started rubbing it(prone position) and for reasons I didn’t know at the time, it felt good. So I kept going until I had this intense feeling. Didn’t know what it was. All I knew is that it felt good and I wanted more! Next few nights I achieved the same. I’ve thankfully since abandoned the prone position in favour of the usual tug with the fish of your hand. I’m 41 now and have been masturbating for 30 years. Love it!

 

I was about 11 when I started it play with my cock. It wasn't till I was 12 when my sitter and her bf stated helping me explore.
So much fun

 

Mine was similar. I was about 10 or 11 and my friend's mom was in our kitchen talking to my mom. She had on a tight red sweater and I can remember just staring at her breasts and felt myself getting hard. That night I was laying in bed thinking about it and started humping the bed. Felt great but I didn't cum. Then a couple days later I got a hold of my mom's Cosmo mag and they had some ads in the back for breast enlargement. One of them featured Betty Weider in a leopard bikini. Discovered it was better to stroke with my hand and it didn't take long and I just exploded.

 

At home at about aged 12.

 

11 or 12 yes old watching something on TV that gave me a tingle. (Couldn't have been that rude. It was early 70s) So went to bed and started grinding face down on the mattress.
After what felt like ages getting hotter and hotter had an orgasm. At first thought I'd peed myself.
Catholic guilt kicked in and I swore I'd never do it again.
By the end of the month I was doing it every night and twice on Sundays.

 

I was 11 and I went to bed early for some reason but I woke up at like midnight with a huge boner. This time I had to rub it like I didn't have a choice. Idk why but I got the idea to hump my pillow but it was to much friction so then I decided to get some scissors and cut a hole in the pillow to see if the inside was soft and then I went totally crazy! I think I summed like 4 times that night. Now I mostly use my hand but like the 1st year it was only the pillow. I threw the pillow out a few times cuz someone in my class said it was bad to do but then I went and got it out of the wastebasket by that night lol.

 

Like most of you by the sounds of it i got hard (on this occasion i was about 11) and i started rubbing it and thought i was going to pee myself and got a different surprise instead. Been rubbing it ever since!

 

I was 11 or 12. Was laying in the bath and suddenly felt an -unbelievably- nice, very, VERY intense, indescribably wonderful feeling of driving, swirling pleasure between my legs. It was coming from my tiny, rock-hard little penis, the shaft but also very definitely the penis-head. It had come erect due to a bath sponge drifting up and bumping / rubbing the underside of the shaft. I had had full, extremely stiff erections before but had never linked them with... this. Obviously I started rubbing my little rock-hard penis experimentally right there and playing with it, and immediately discovered the already incredibly nice feelings my tiny penis could generate were NOTHING compared to what I felt if I encircled the head with my fingers and rubbed the foreskin over it, e.g masturbating myself for the very first time. So I discovered sexual pleasure, and the physical, animal delights my penis could make me feel quite by accident.

A year or so later (yes, I edged for a YEAR) I only discovered the meaning of utter male physical / sexual ecstasy in every sense of the word when I had my first orgasm. A year or so after that I started ejaculating colourless cum, and around 16 I had my first "real" climax and started shooting real sperm / semen.

 

Can't remember exactly how or when I discovered wanking, but from around the age of seven or so I noticed that climbing up a rope during gym lessons I got a really nice feeling in my groin. So I did rope climbing whenever I could after that!

The progression to actual wanking must have been when I was around 11 or 12 and in the first year at secondary school when I ended up joining a group of other boys at a shelter in the local park. We used to call it the cowshed (no idea why) and small groups of us used to congregate there after school, or sometimes during lunch hour if we had time for a smoke. One day when there were around three or four of us there one of the other boys got out his prick to have a piss. After he'd finished he didn't put his prick away but began stroking it. The other boys got theirs out and started stroking them as well, so I joined in, and pretty soon we were all wanking away merrily till one or more of the boys came. I don't think I did that time, but having watched what they did I now knew what to do when I was on my own, so as soon as I got home I went into my bedroom and carried on where I left off.

Being what must have been my first attempt at wanking I didn't ejaculate anything, and I had a thoroughly enjoyable time for the best part of the next year wanking at every opportunity without leaving any mess. However, after about a year I started to get sperm, and after that I had to be much more cautious about when and where I wanked or I'd end up covered in a sticky mess.

 

in first grade by rubbing against the mattress

 

By myself in the bath at about age 11. I had been laying in the bath and suddenly became aware that my penis (still quite tiny at about 5 cm erect) was erect and I was feeling a kind of tickling sensation in it. I noticed that a bath sponge had drifted against the base of my tiny penis and had been gently rubbing against it.

I touched it experimentally and the tickles turned into a shocking surge of incredibly wonderful sensation spearing down the shaft . It had come erect before, but nothing as hard as it was then, I was afraid it would burst or something, but the almost unendurable delight surging from it seemed to indicate that was unlikely.

Anyway I started playing with and rubbing it and it got even harder and firmer. It was like slowly being set on fire, I had no idea what I was enjoying was my first ever sexual delight. Needless to say I was hooked.

I went on rubbing with the sensations building in my penis, and building and building until it became unbearable and I let go. I'd wait a few minutes, then start again until the point of unbearable delight approached again.

I never actually came, always stopping, until about 15 when I had my first true orgasm and discovered the terrible pleasure experienced so far was nothing compared to the horrible ecstasies my penis could immolate me with of I kept rubbing beyond the 'no return' point.

 

Your wording suggests that erections prior to this were rare for you and perhaps had started only recently before this incident. For me, I can’t remember my first erection. I assume it happened when I was still in the womb. By age 5 I was getting strong, hard (but not very big) erections one or more times a day. They were a nuisance if I had to pee while one of them was happening — indeed that was the main cause of getting pee on the floor of the bathroom. At that age it never occurred to me to stroke my erections. I just had to tolerate them — usually for 30 or 40 minutes at a time. And they seemed to happen at very random times. I even asked my Dad why my penis got hard sometimes. He dodged the bigger issue by explaining the anatomy of it — that it got hard because sometimes blood rushes into it. It wasn’t till I was 11 that I discovered that touching it when it was hard was pleasant, and it wasn’t till I was 12 that I actually rubbed out a climax, which was accompanied by a squirt that very first time I achieved it. What a revelation that was. Of course I was hooked right away.

 

I discovered it by accident when I was climbing a tree when I was 11 years old. I didn't know what it was, but it didn't take me long to figure out how to do it without the tree.