First Masturbation Experience

Everyone always asks about your first time having sex, but do you remember your first time with yourself? I do, vividly.

I was 10 or 11 years old, we had just moved into our new house and there was a room where I could watch T.V. alone. Back in the days before all this digital cable and satellite, you could enter a certain channel and get that strange scrambled feed, y'all remember that?

Well I would tune it to the playboy/spice channel, and get all excited to see a blue boob here, some spread legs there...

Just wearing my boxers, I started touching myself and thinking "wow, that feels pretty good". Of course from there it didn't take long to get to "oh my. That feels REALLY good".

And when I finally came, I FREAKED out. There was this gooey clearish liquid coming out of my penis and it definitley wasn't pee... I ran to the bathroom to clean it up but was still afraid of my mom finding the stain on my boxers.

After I relaxed I remembered from health class we had learned what semen was and I guessed that must be it. And from there the rest is history.

 

lol... yeah... around that same age, pretty intense lol

 

Can't remember my first time... but it must have been good - I've not stopped

 

I was masturbating long anything would come out when I came. So I must have been pretty young. So when the stuff finally came out one night, I didn't know what it was. I thought something might be wrong with me. I never asked anybody and nobody had ever mentioned anything about that, but I finally kind of figured out what it was and what it was for.

 

I remember.

I was 7 or 8 the first time I actually "masturbated" in the true sense of the word.

On the family room couch late at night, watching bad HBO porn.. started rubbing myself. "Damn, that's pretty cool.." then "Damn... that's REALLY cool" then "HOLY SHIT WHAT'S GOING ON" .... I ended up falling off the couch.

 

Almost the same thing a Rigamarole but I was 13 ..

 

Part 1

I remember getting a hard-on when I was around 7 or 8 when climbing poles or ropes. And it felt fantastic, so I used to climb poles all the time. Then one time I got this tremendous tingling in my dick, and I lost all the strength in my legs and had to hang on with just my hands. I didn't know it at the time, but I'd had my first orgasm, although I didn't shoot any jizz. So then I was climbing the pole on the swing in my garden at every opportunity.

Around this time I was starting to try to see what girls had in their pants. There were a couple of girls in my street and I'd see up their skirts when we were playing together and I could see they didn't have a bulge where boys did. A friend of mine had a tent in his back garden for a few days cos he was going to camp out. He said we could play in there and his sister would show us what she had in her pants. But she wouldn't let us touch it. That was the first time I remember seeing a pussy.

As I got a little older, I used to get aroused by pictures of girls wearing lingerie or swimwear in magazines and mail order catalogues.

When I was about 10 I had a friend who was a couple of years older than me, and he introduced me to wanking, but I didn't understand it at first. He used to look at the mail order catalogues too and he asked me if I jerked my dick when I looked at them.
Weird as it may seem, I didn't know I could slide my foreskin back over the head at this stage. I'd never done it. So I thought he just meant waggling it around, which obviously didn't do anything for me.

Then I started getting horny when I saw my older sister's underwear lying around. She's 7 years older than me. She used to leave her clothes for washing on a chair in her bedroom or in a basket in the bathroom. I used to go through the basket when I was locked in there, looking to see what she'd left. She used to wear stockings and suspenders, and I liked to stroke the stockings on my cock to tickle it. From there I got to wrapping a nylon stocking really tightly around it and stroking up and down, and realised that it felt even better if I slid the skin right back to reveal the head. After trying this only a couple of times, I shot my first load. I was in a panic, cos this stuff was all over this stocking and I didn't want anyone to find it, so I took it and hid it in my bedroom. When I looked at it the next day, the jizz had dried all crispy, and flaked off. I was going to put the stocking back, but there were loads of them in the basket, so I thought one or two wouldn't be missed and I couldn't resist the temptation to wrap it around my cock again and jerk off. I then started using her stockings to jerk off every night when I went to bed.

The older friend of mine started to tell me more about sex. He told me about fucking, but said that if you fucked a girl before you were 12 you got a disease in your dick and they had to cure it with a hot needle. I don't know if he belived this or he was just playing me along. But then he told me that he had a 'club' with a couple of other boys and girls from his estate, and they'd go to one of their houses when their parents were out and feel each other up. He said I could join the club, but if I wanted to leave I'd have to fuck one of the girls. I was too scared to join in cos I still thought I might end up with the terrible dick disease.

However, I was wanking every day by then, and still going through my sisters washing in the bathroom basket. She had this favourite pair of little red panties which I was very interested in, and I'd get hard thinking about her wearing them. And then I noticed that there were white stains in the crotch and one day, while I was horny as hell, I sniffed to see what it was like. FUCK!! It was so sweet and dirty, my dick was hard as rock. My hand was a blur I jerked off and I shot a big load after about 20 seconds. From then, I was hooked on her panties. Every time I went in the bathroom I'd see if there were any in the basket, or when I was alone in the house, I'd check out the chair in her bedroom, and sniff any I could find while I jerked off. I nearly got caught a couple of times when someone arrived home, but always just managed to get her pants back on the chair before anyone came upstairs.

 

Part 2

My mom died when I was 12. About a year later my dad brought a 'lodger' in to the house, a woman of similar age to him. She had my room and I had to sleep with my dad. This was terrible for me as it made it really hard to have an opportunity for wanking. I remember waking up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on, and stroking myself really, really slowly so as not to wake my dad, but it worked and I managed to shoot my load into a Kleenex. The lodger lived with us for a few years, and one week-end when I was about 16, I came home late one night and heard them fucking. Actually, I found her discarded clothes in the hall and on the stairs and THEN I heard them. So I went to sleep in my old room, and after that they admitted they were an item and I got my old room back. I didn't mind really, it meant I could wank more easily again and I was happy for my dad getting some ass. About a year later they got married.

My step-mom was OK, but a bit odd at times. I remember she worked in a bar and also did some cleaning work, and one day she brought some magazines home for me to see. It was a couple of copies of Penthouse. I'd never seen pics of naked women before, and didn’t know how hairy a pussy could be until I saw those mags. My dick was getting sore from all the extra wanking I was doing. But I couldn't work out why she'd got the mags for me. Was she naive and not realise what was in them, or did she get some perverted kick from knowing I'd be beating my meat to them? I never did find out. I know my dad would have freaked, because he was quite prudish about that kind of thing. After a couple of weeks, she took the mags back, and nothing was ever said about them.

I got my first real girlfriend when I was 17 (she was 16 and was in the year below me at my school). We used to spend a lot of time in my room, listing to music and snuggling up, and pretty soon she was letting me feel her tits through her clothes if there was no one else in the house. After a few days she was letting put my hands up her shirt and letting me rub her mound though her jeans and she was obviously getting off on it as she was pushing herself against my hand and rubbing my dick through my jeans. She didn’t try to stop my when I unzipped her jeans or put my hand down her pants, and I remember how sweet she smelled and how excited I was to feel her hairy **** for the first time. Her pants were soaking and I was amazed at how slippery her slit was. My finger slid in with no resistance at all. Meanwhile, she was unzipping me and pulling my cock out. I was hard as a rock and crazy because this was the first time anyone had touched my cock apart from me. She was feeling it and stroking it, but I was so worried about getting caught and maybe so hyper because it was the first time a girl had jerked my, that I didn’t come. Then we heard someone opening the front door, so had to zip up quick and I had to wait until I went to bed that night to release the pressure.

We were repeating this whenever we could, and after about the third time, she managed to get me off. It was fantastic, SO much better than doing it myself.

By now we were going to bars at the week-end, and a friend of mine had his own flat in town. We used to spend quite a lot of time there, and then he told me I could use it on Friday and Saturday nights when he was out so, this was our opportunity to explore more.

The first time we were alone we were soon on his bed, getting all hot and bothered. But now we had no worries about being disturbed and for the first time we were able to undress each other completely. My dick was almost painfully hard the first time I saw her wonderful tits properly and peeled off her jeans and panties. And for the first time she could get a proper grip on my dick and balls without having to work just through the zip. I’d bought some condoms in readiness, but the first time we just spent ages kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. She jerked me off wonderfully, but I couldn’t get her off by just stroking and fingering her. I wiped all the jizz off with Kleenex, and we lay for a while, kissing and stroking until I got hard again. Then she got on top of me and my cock was rubbing against her slippery slit. We were kissing, and I was stroking her ass, and she was rubbing her slit harder and harder against my shaft, and grinding her mound against the base of my cock. She got faster and more breathless and I felt her go tense and begin to shake, and she buried her head in the pillow by my shoulder as she had her very first orgasm. She lay on top of me, gasping for breath for a while, then slipped off to the side, wrapping her legs around my thigh and snuggled up against me.

That was as far as we went that first time.

Part 3 coming soon.

 

All I remember is checking out the underwear models in the Sears Catalog. That was my primary jerk off material for like 2 years.

 

doont ugyyus nooooooooooooo jkererkenooff m,akesssssssss yu ko bblinnd/?

 

tomK are you writing a porn noval or what

 

I was in 7th grade (late, right?) and I was feeling sexual tension and wanted to let it all out. So I just started touching myself, and soon enough...well, you know the drill.

 

I definately remember pole climbing very fun, then I remember humping the carpet when I was like 11 and thinking it was a lot of fun, I also remember the first time I actually masturbated. I was watching TV, before I knew it I was looking for a cloth! I do remeber thinking: "whoa.... WHOA WHOA YEAH!!"

This post made me think of stuff I hadnt thought of in a long time, good job! I got a good laugh at myself hahha

CachedOut

 

around 12 or 13, don't really remember my age...but i do remember that i took a very long time to get off and that i used my left hand the whole time. now, 7-8 years later, i can't get off with my left hand, no matter what i do....

 

Ive always been ambidextrous, although my dominant hand is obviously more capable, but possible with both. Sounds interesting. Did it effect any sports activities like throwing or kicking?

CachedOut

 

actually, i'm pretty ambidextrous...but i could masturbate with my left hand for an hour, going at it like nothing else matters and i won't get off, but once i switch to my right hand, i'll get off within 30 seconds if i really wanted to.

but i did grow up writign lefty and then switched to using my right hand most of the time. i played street hockey lefty, i can play soccer both ways equally good, my left arm is a little bit stronger than my right when it comes to doing bicep curls and DB press, but not by much. i throw with my right hand...

 

TomK, all very interesting... thanks for sharing!

 

I love your sig! So true for me, I'm surprised I'm not blind!

I was about 2-4 years old and thats all I can remember.

Oh and BTW Toolmaggot, your really hot! Just thought I'd say that.

Well Peace out and remember. Stay Cool, Skate Hard, and Stay Stoned!

 

bwahaha i've developed a preference for my left just because my right hand is my mouse hand. Waaaay too much internet porn.

 

I am surprised that I don't actually remember the exact age, or grade, of when I started masturbating. It was sometime in junior high school, though, and I think it was probably 7th grade, at age 11 or 12.

I can remember that at a way earlier age, like single digit age, I would find myself with an erection. I had no idea what it was, then. I just remember that sometimes I'd be sitting on the toilet and my dick would just be sticking up, stiff! I thought it was amusing that I could flex it, and I used to kind of pretend that it was the gear-shifter of a car... Hahahaha!

Time went by and then I was in junior high. I had taken off the grips from my BMX bicycle, and the plastic grip had a black foam tube, about 3 or 4 inches long, and maybe an inch in diameter.

I had never masturbated, but this was the first time I think I recall wanting to slip my dick into something that would snugly fit and rub it. The idea did not come from anything specific that I can think of. Instinct, I guess.

So I tried to put my dick into the black foam sleeve from the bicycle grip, but was disappointed to find that it (my dick) was too big to fit in. I don't know if it was that particular night of the attempt, but soon I was just rubbing my dick on my own.

My first original technique for masturbating, which I did for a while, involved lying on my back in my bed, or sitting in the chair at my desk, and sort of grasping the shaft of my dick with my fingertips. Imagine putting all of your fingertips together like you were going to kiss them to compliment a fantastic meal; point them at each other; allow them to spread a little; place dick between them so that the fingertips make a sort of ring around shaft of penis.

I would do that, and then firmly slide that up and down. I remember the ribbed sensation of the under-skin structure of my penis. It felt WONDERFULLY GOOD to feel my fingertips rubbing the underlying tissue through the skin! So I did it a lot. Sometimes numerous times a day.

I usually am good about remembering the specific year, or even the time of year, when certain things happened in my life; that's why I'm surprised that I don't remember such a detail about when I began masturbating, or when I shifted to using a fist-grip technique...

-peacefuljeffrey