Do you remember your first orgasm?

Yes, I do! lol

I had just turned 13, & had had a big pool party. All those girls in my class in their bikinis & their bare feet (I have a moderate foot fetish in case you didn't know lol ).

That night, I got a big erection, as I had been getting for quite sometime. That night, however, I decided to actually at least try to do something about it. I was laying naked in bed (I've slept naked for as long as I can remember), & was laying on my chest. Somehow, I started rubbing my cock on the fabric of my sheets & realized how good it felt. So I just kept it up, humping my bed & was in heaven, just humping & sweating profusely, until I finally had my first orgasm, & thought I was peeing as cum shot out of my cock & smeared into the sheets. Even if I had peed, at that moment, I couldn't have cared less. It felt THAT good!!!!

I continued to masturbate that was just about every night until this one night the following summer, I was staying over at my friend's house (I was about to turn 14, he was a year younger than me). We were laying in his bed, wearing just boxer shorts, & we were watching a porno, & he pulled his shorts down & started jacking off. I pulled down my shorts &....flipped over on my stomache & started humping the bed!!!! lol He looks over at me & is like "Dude, wtf are you doing?!" haha!!! I told him I was masturbating, & so he showed me how to do it properly. So we jacked off together, cumming at about the same time.

Ive used my right hand ever since lol.

Hope you enjoyed my story!

 

No can't say I do

 

my first time was an absolutely incredible surprise. i was 11 and home alone because i was sick from school. at school everyone was talking about getting sucked off and how great it would be to get sucked off. i really didn't have much of a clue what they were talking about, but thought it must feel good to have your cock sucked on. so i contemplated how i could accomplish this. it so happened that our "electro-lux" was sitting out not far from where i was, so i went over to investigate. i thought well it sucks and it has a hole big enough in the vacuum hose for my penis, maybe i should give this a try. i took off all my clothes and started the machine. i was a little apprehensive at first, but then stuck my small penis in the end of the hose. the metal hose end took hold of my penis and made it stretch and vibrate inside. it didn't feel too bad so i let it continue until my hips started to involuntarily to shake. i pulled the tube off my now convulsing cock and clear fluid was dripping out all over the floor. i was totally freaked out and was fearfully shaking. i thought i had really hurt myself good with this stupid idea. i wiped up the mess and put the vacuum away and kinda felt sick to my stomach for a couple hours and laid on the couch. scared of what had happened that day. about 3 days later i got curious again. i was afraid to tell anyone what i had done and wondered if i tried it again, would i get the same results. so being alone after school i got the vacuum out again. this time i was more prepared and had a wad of tissues nearby. i turned the machine on and stuck my dick in the end of the hose like before. the suction pulled me in and vibrated my cock and i could feel that unusual feeling starting again. just as i was about to go off i pulled the tube off and spewed the clear liquid into the tissues. wow... not too bad i thought and i'm not even afraid this time. my relationship with the electro-lux continued until my cock grew too big for comfort in the metal hose end and i graduated to using my lubricated hand.

 

Oh yeah!!

I was about 12 and pretty naive. A friend had found a very graphic sex novel and gave it to me so his parents wouldn't find it. Needless to say, I read it cover to cover. The main character seemed to be having a helluva good time sexually. One evening, I decided to see what it was all about. I didn't have a girlfriend, but I figured I could get similar stimulation by myself. I really didn't know what I was doing, but the sensations were too good to stop, so I just continued figuring something was gonna happen. When I came, my whole body shook, my knees buckled, my toes curled - I was pretty much much in spasmodic bliss!! When it subsided I was horrified. What I'd done challenged my conservative upbringing. Did I waste a major amount of sperm? Did I only have "so much" and that was it? Eventually I got over the guilt and discovered playing with myself was a nice way to pass a lazy day. :rofl: Eventually I discovered girls!

 

I've never had one with a partner...only by myself....*cries*

 

The exact details are fuzzy, but I was a middle-school aged kid (so, around 12 years old, let's say) and I got an erection one night. But, unlike every erection I'd had before then, I touched myself a little.

Needless to say, it felt very good.

So, I masturbated by rubbing the end of my penis through the basketball shorts that I wore to bed. I was too young to actually ejaculate, but there was a definite sense of coming to a point where I couldn't go any further. It was the apex of pleasure and was, of course, my first orgasm. Odd thing is, though, that my masturbation method for a good two years or so was to hold myself with my left hand and rub the tip with my right (since, like most people, I'm right-handed).

Well, when I finally graduated to using my whole hand to masturbate, I was so used to holding it with my left hand that I chose that hand for the up-and-down, along the length of my penis motion that is the most common (but not only) means of masturbation.

To this day, I'm a left-handed masturbator.

 

Technically, my first orgasm would have been a sleepgasm as early as, I can't even remember... but my first conscious orgasm, I was 14, by myself.. it was unintentional.. at first. Those days, I was a little, um, overzealous about shaving. That gets old fast, though.. not saying I don't still keep it neat or anything, but I digress. Was having a quick scratch and that particular itch felt really gooooood to scratch.. so I kept at it until I shattered and was left with the most overwhelming sense of "what the hell was that?" but in a good way. Then, I recognized a feeling of "aftershock" where everything is just involuntarily.. pulsing? But still feels kinda awesome.. I would feel it after waking up from a wet dream, but until then, never understood it as such because I was a kid and had no (conscious) concept of orgasm and could never recall said dream upon waking. But then I put it all together and was like "O"

 

lol

 

I did not have the benefit of the helpful sex education that so many report in this forum. Worse, my foreskin was cut off, leavin' the skin so tight, it won't move at all when erect. I wonder if that is one reason why I do not experience the more intense and varied sexual sensations, reported in this forum. But that leads to foreskin restoration, and off-topic.

Gettin' back to the subject of this forum... My first orgasm was SCARY. I did not know it was an orgasm, and thought something was seriously wrong with me, like an illness. And I never experienced orgasms at the very young ages that other men have reported on this forum... the "dry" orgasms before the age of 10, when no semen is available to finish with ejaculation, and there is only a plateau of pleasure, however intense or faint. I had absolutely no idea that men and women experienced orgasms!

In my case, at about age 11, my very first orgasm caught up with me one evening while I was in the shower. The warm water cascading down the front of my body felt really nice and very relaxing. I started to feel really tired... low on energy... but felt my penis get very stiff, and throb, like it had a mind of its own. Then my legs became very weak and rubbery, and since I did have privacy, I slowly sat down under the delightful stream of water, leaned back slightly, and savored the water rushing over my chest, belly, and thighs. Then, I was taken by surprise when my penis really throbbed, and parts of my body seemed to glow with intense sensations of fire and ice... mostly inner thighs, and belly. It was like burning fire and freezing ice, at the same time... scary but irresistible, making me want to pull away from the water that might be scalding me, but not wanting to, 'cause it was so satisfying. Then I felt really light-headed, weak and feverish, like I was getting sick. And I felt awkward like I had cramps in my legs, and needed to stretch them out. So... I stretched my legs out in front of me, and stretched out all the muscles from my feet all the way up to my groin and buns... stretching out and clenching down, working out the soreness. My penis seemed to react in sympathy, contracting and stiffening all on its own... gettin' so hard... straining. Then I became quite lightheaded, my surroundings blurred, but the frightening sensations passed, as white stuff seemed to spasmodically seep out of the tip of my penis, looking like pus coming out of a boil. Then, I had a 10 or 20 seconds of clear-headedness before I really felt tired, like I was going to pass out. I struggled to finish my shower, wondering how sick I might get, because I felt so drained and feverish. It took me many months to think over the sketchy info that I had been provided about the birds and bees, and guess that what happened was not a sickness. And that that thick white fluid was not pus. LOL! And the light-headedness was not a symptom of illness, anymore than that intense desire to sleep, afterwards.

You people who were raised in more enlightened homes had a much better time with sex! LOL

Thank you all, for sharing. I never heard about young boys having "dry" orgasms, although I had seen vague references in R-rated movies and literature that some "naughty" girls seemed able to climax at very early ages, and needed to be gently taught to NOT masturbate. And I remember, now that you mention it, that I had frequent erections at ages 5 through 10 years, but was clueless as to why my "weiner" was not cooperating in its obvious function, to aim the stream of urine, in a civilized manner, into the bathroom bowl. It was impossible to pee, with it stickin' straight up at the ceiling. LOL... life can be a puzzle.

 

My first real orgasm was in the shower at about age 12 or 13. I masturbated once before that and got some pre-cum (you know like the Little sticky that can sometimes come out before you actually blow) and I thought that was an orgasm the first time that happened.

 

sure do! it was epically awesome btw

 

I remember it. I was freaking out cause I didn't think it was normal for sploosh to come out

 

july 31 1988 lollercopters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

i remember i jacked off when i was like 12 or 13 and got real scared cause i thought i had broke something when i came... hahahahahaha

 

i do. i remember being disappointed, lol

 

that sucks ^

 

yeah.


cuz i had a boyfriend for about 3 years and we used to fuck all the time, but he never ever ever gave me one. it wasn't until after we broke up when i was 16 and i really explored myself that i had my first orgasm and then i just remember thinking "all that over this? thats disappointing"

 

lol

 

I was 16 when I had my first orgasm. I was in 11th grade at the time, I had been working part time after school for a year or so and I was still living with my parents and my two sisters and my brother.

One Saturday they had all gone out together and I was home alone and bored, all my friends were at work so I invited over this guy who I had met once through people at work. He was 16 and in grade 11 as well, but he went to a high school a few suburbs away from mine. I didn't remember much about him, he hadn't made much of an impression on me one way or the other, he just seemed ok to hang out with and I was bored.

So he came over and we sat on my couch and watched some TV and chatted. It was kind of uncomfortable since we hardly knew each other, but we got along ok I suppose. After a while he sort of put his arm around me, just on the back of the couch behind me, so I looked at him right in the eye as if to ask what he was doing, but he noticed I was looking and just staired back for a few seconds which took me by suprise. Then he lent in a little, as if waiting for me to kiss him. My first thought was that he was so rude, but then I noticed he was actually kind of hot in a teenage underachiver kind of way, and the thought crossed my mind, how could he be this confident?

After that I lent in too and kissed him passionately on the mouth. We made out sitting up on the couch for about a quater of an hour, but nothing below the waist. Then we started to move to lay down but it was too cramped on the couch. He whispered breathlessly into my ear "bed?" to which I breathed back between kisses "mmhmmm, my parent's bed, it's bigger." I'm not sure if he could even understand me, but regardless we got up and headed to my parent's room, making out all the way there.

We got to the edge of my parents bed and I dropped back down onto it. He dropped on top of me and we made out some more as we edged our way further to the middle of the bed. When we got there we made out for a few minutes more, then he rolled off a little to the side and layed beside me, still making out. Then I felt his hand on my knee, it stayed there unmoving for about a minute, then slowly his hand crept up my leg towards my thigh, then up my thigh towards my crotch. I was really nervious for a few seconds, I didn't know what to do and breathing got really fast. I thought about telling him to stop, or about grabbing his hand to slow him down, but I was so horny I just let him go.

He ran his hand up my inner thigh and into my skirt, I wasn't sure what to do but I didn;t want him to stop, so I spread my legs just a little bit, not really to help but to let him know I wanted him to keep going. As we continued to make out, he slipped my panties aside and ran his fingers up my now soaking wet slit. I shuddered hard and gave a short moan. Then he stopped kissing me and pulled his head back to look me in the face, I staired back at him not saying anything. Then he ran his two wet fingers directly onto my clit, knowing exactly where it was and just how to touch it, he started to rub his fingers against it in quick consistant circles.

As we staired into each other's faces I tried to control myself, but it felt so good my face contorted really embarrasingly with the pleaure. As he kept going my breathing got quicker and quicker, I couldn't keep one of my eyes open, then I couldn't keep either of them open. Then, after about 2 minutes I felt it coming, I knew it was what my friends had talked about and I gasped, partly in shock, partly in excitement and partly in gratitude "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

Then it hit me like an explosion and I came, hard. I moaned like a pig over and over and over again after each and every contraction. I arched my back high and thrust my crotch against his hand as the orgasm he had given me washed over my whole body, all the way down my quivering legs, down to my clentching toes.

As the pleasure subsided I started to relax my body. I opened my eyes and collapsed my back down flat onto the bed. Now that I had cum and I was thinking straighter I felt pretty bad since I had only met this guy twice and I'd let him do this to me. Plus I knew he really wasn't boyfriend (let alone husband) material, so I knew there was no future for us. I sort of felt like a slut, but I also couldn't help but feel so good thanks to my orgasm, I was really very confused lying there after the fact. I didn't say anything to him, and he didn't say anything back, we just layed there for a while longer while I got hold of myself.

Then, after what seemed like only a few seconds, he got up and started to put his jacket on. He looked over at me as I staired at him from the bed and said "If you ever want me babe, you know how to find me." I didn't know what to say so I just said "ah, yep, I know..." I kind of felt used, but then he didn't ask me or get me to do anything for him except kiss him, so really I used him. That made me feel even more confused.

He got his jacket on and motioned to the door saying, "I better take off babe" to which I replied in yet another dumb bewilldered overly friendly tone "ah yeah, sure, I'll walk you out..." He headed for the door and I followed him. We got to the door and I unlocked it and opened it for him. As he stepped out I said "ok well see you later..." and he said back "have a good one" as he walked away.

I never saw him again after that day, and as far as I could tell (since my work friends never asked me about it) he never told any of my work friends. I didn't tell anyone else about it either, I didn't know whether I felt really good or really embarressed about the whole thing. Only he and I know what happened between us. I did actually tell my fiancee a little about it, but he got so upset about it and considered me such a slut for it (he is a strict Roman Catholic) that I convinced him that I lied about it because I was embarressed that no one had ever wanted me before him.


So what do you guys think? Was I used? Did I use him? Did I do the right thing letting him make me cum? Did I know him well enough? Should I come clean about this to my fiancee?

Anyway, just had to get this off my chest, thanks for listening guys, I hope to hear from you about this soon.