Some time ago I asked for, recieved, and compiled first time masturbation stories from people on the 'net. Evidently it didn't reach some sites (or so I've been told) so here is the compilation again. I'd also like to start a new compilation of "getting caught masturbating" stories. I'm especially interested in teens who were caught by parents, sibling, *friends, etc. Mail these stories to the anon address above and I'll compile them in a manner similar to the first time masturbation stories! Thanks!
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/ I was once very close to an interesting woman who had a very open mind. Not that anything we did was terribly wild, but just very new to both of us. She was the first person I had every masterbated in front of, and the first I saw masterbate. We both got off on the eroticism of touching ourselves in front of eachother. A favorite position was laying together while kissing passionately, our hands bringing ourselves off, watching our eyes very closely during orgasm. We also once photographed each other
masterbating through our underwear, something we also enjoyed tramendusly.
This is still one of my favorite ways of making love. But for the time being it happens only in my fantasies now. Only one other girl took part in mutual masterbation.
[I can't remember if I answered already, but I think not...]
So, here we go. I'm not quite sure how old I was, probably 11. There was a friend with whom we used to climb trees and rub our crotches against them to get the tickling sensations, but we (or I) never considered it as masturbation (hell, we didn't even know what that was) and I don't remember I ever came doing that.
But back to my first real jackoff: I don't clearly remember how I got the
idea to rub my boner with my hand, but at that time (when I was 11, as I said) I think I knew what masturbation was about. I belive I was going to enter puberty within a year or so, but that time I didn't have pubic hair and of course I didn't cum, not for years. Also my dick was a little boy's tool, maybe 3" in erection (now about 6").
Well, on this remarkable day I went into a closet (I don't know why, I was alone at home and toilet would have been a better place anyway, but that's what I did) and started jerking. It took a while, my sensations grew more and more intense and then poof - I had my first orgasm. Now that I think of it, it felt different then than it feels now, not so intense and not so peaking - much like those orgasms without cumming you have sometimes when you hold yourself on the brink of an orgasm for a long time. Well, I didn't cum, so it actually might have been that kind of orgasm, and it stayed like that for years, before my body started to produce cum. Kind of fun, you could masturbate without worry about the mess, your clothes on. I took advantage of the situation happily :-)
I don't remember having been caught, but I remember having rubbed my cock discreetly though my pants when my parents were in the same room
(or boat, we made every summer long boat-trips), and I was only lying on the bed, having turned my back to them. I suppose they must have noticed, but they never ever said anything. Funny.
My first experimentations with masturbation?
Summer. I'm 13 and living in a house full of co-op students from GM Institute near Flint, Michigan. It's 1968. Iron Butterfly is the most popular band on the stereo. My Dad is working for GM and has rented this place with the co-ops the summer of my parents' divorce. The place is so full of sexual energy that it's palpable. Guys get drunk and if there are no girlfrields around, they take off their pants and light their farts for amusement. But if there are girls around, the guys make it with them in pretty public situations. And my Dad is bringing women home, beautiful ones, and spending a lot of time with them in the bedroom we share (in my absence, mind...).
I get home from school long before any of the guys get home. We have a pier jutting out into the lake. The depth of water at the end of the dock is perhaps up to my neck; I can stand on the soft sand comfortably there. The water is warm at the end of the school year, probably at least 75; it's already been a hot late Spring. My habit is to change to cutoffs immediately upon my arrival home and jump into the lake, and swim for half an hour or so. No underwear. The denim is rough and interesting. I think about what I've seen around the house. I think about the women who are around. I get hard.
So I stand at the end of the dock on my tip-toes and look around to see if anyone is notcing me in the water. Nobody is around. I take off my cutoffs by submerging, opening my eyes in the fresh water, unzipping, and kicking my shorts off, feeling more aroused when I see my own hard cock come into view in the water, with my hair waving around it. I toss the shorts onto the dock and submerge again, sitting on the sand, eyes open, and touch my cock, and wave water at it. It feels good. It feels very good. I feel like something might happen if I keep this up. I've never had anorgasm before, but I know what they are and I want one. I come up for air, and swim around naked for a while, getting more and more aroused, enjoying the feeling of freedom and wonder like nothing ever enjoyed before.
This continued for a long time, all summer, never leading to an orgasm. But enjoyable nonetheless.
Six months or so later. I'm living with my grandparents. They had a shower attachment that would clamp onto the tub faucet. It was an accidental discovery for me to see how intensely pleasurable it was for me to hold the stream of water on the glans of my penis. It scared me, in fact. I had a sort of instinctual feeling that something (I knew not what) was going to happen if I kept it up. I wasn't sure I wanted to find out what would happen. Over a week's practice or so, I built up the courage to stand it; actually, I remember being quite scared, but making a ruthless decision that I would press on even it killed me; it felt that good! I didn't know what happened, either, when I came, and I, too, thought I had exploded. Then I saw clumps of my semen in the tub, and--after a short panic--figured it out; I'd had my first orgasm.
I had been watching some soft porn, which had come from TV, with my friend, and when he had left, I was alone at home. I returned to the video set and watched the scenes again. They were exciting and strangely interesting to a 12-year-old boy... They showed little, but in my favorite scene, the guy asked a woman to lean against a wall, then pulled her dress down, spat on his hand, and stroked the woman's backside. Then he took his penis from his jeans, and took the woman doggie-style. They moaned, and the camera showed the woman's fingers outstretched, relaxing and getting tense again as the guy did his job.
As I watched the scene over and over, I started to do little humping move with my pelvis, imaginating myself as the guy. I felt my penis getting erected, and I took my clothes off. It was so exciting and forbidden to sit there naked, doing that move. I'm from Finland, and have an uncircumsized penis, but I don't remember what it was like back then, apart from being hairless.
I didn't know anything about masturbation, apart from its slang term. I touched my penis and was surprised by its heat - touching it was strange, it kind of hurt in a strange, exciting way. Somehow I liked that new feeling... I wondered if I was enjoying the pain as I started touching it more, I found out that moving my foreskin forth and back hurt most, and I did it.
Then, suddenly, I came. It felt very strange, but when I saw the semen (there was only a little of it, and it was clear, but it was semen nevertheless and I realized it myself too), I suddenly understand that I had ejaculated, and that this was what they would call "jacking off".
I did the same thing again later that night, and somehow it seemed to hurt less and feel better. It was better every time. I didn't tell anyone, nor did I do it when anyone could see - I was probably caught many times, but only my mother ever told me about it. She caught me... umm.. three times, I guess. I was simply careless.
I was in France. I went there on a foreign exchange program which my school organized for a one month stay. The only knowledge I had of my family was a letter my french "pal" sent me along with a picture. In his letter he said he was very excited to have me come and stay and he, from his picture, was quite attractive. He had a hair of a tan and a very european looking face, somewhat long, big eyes. His hair was dark blonde and he had green eyes, like mine.
Anyway, I had been there for a week and really liked Pierre, I know, what a typical french name. He and I would go to a nearby park and play with his dog, a shepherd, and throw a frisbee around for a couple hours every day. Being the summer, with european days, even though it was seven or eight in the evening when we went, the sun was warm and we took off our shirts because we we sweating. I admired his body. Like me, he was muscular, for a 14-year-old, and when he ran for the frisbee, or the dog, I would watch his legs and chest muscles flex. I'd known for a few years that I was attracted to the same sex.
One morning, like every morning, but unlike every morning, I heard Pete's, as I called him because he wanted me to call him an American name, familiar alarm clock. However, being a heavy sleeper it never really woke me up. Pete would then wake me up by slugging me with his pillow
or speaking French aloud, really aloud. However, this morning, I was sleeping in my bed, he had two twin beds in his room, and I was awoken by Pete running his hands over my chest. I opened my eyes slowly, in a daze, and noticed him sitting beside me and looking at me in a glowing manner. I quickly awoke when I realized what was going on. I felt so energized and almost getting hard. Why was he doing this?
"Je te veux," he said, knowing that my French was really rusty, and to this day I'm not sure that's exactly what he said, but I think that means "I want you." I was really surprised. I reached up and squeezed his shoulders and rubbed my hands on his bare chest. Then he moved to lay beside me and I noticed, pushing through his skimpy underwear, that he was quite excited. After he lay beside me he began to tug at my boxers, which were all the rage at my school, and I quickly raised my hips to allow him to pull them off. I was already erect and ready, for what I wasn't sure.
Pierre continued to rub my body and started to kiss me. It was so strange, I specifically remember, becuase this was always something I wanted but never expected it. I slid his underwear off and saw his penis. I remember that it was strange seeing it, I'd never seen one hard besides mine before. He then grabbed mine with his hand and began rubbing it. I wasn't sure what he was doing, it felt good, but I'd never experienced anything like it before. Soon enough he was moving his hand up and down my cock and it felt so good. In english, he asked me to do the same to him. I quickly obliged, realizing that it would make him feel good, and watched him move his head around and close his eyes. We continued to kiss eachother and then I felt something strange.
It was not like I was going to piss or anything, although for a few seconds it felt like it, but my whole body, especially my head, began to surge with energy. Pete must have noticed this and began to beat me faster, and I mimmicked it. The surge grew stronger and I grabbed his hand with my free one and tried to make him stop, but he wouldn't. My body began to convulse slightly, although I tried to fight it, and then his face left mine. He began to kiss my chest and my stomach and then my, well, lick my dick. I almost felt scared, but he really seemed to like doing it and it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. His warm and wet mouth engulfed me and the surge of energy grew even stronger. I had a hard time stroking him because of how I was feeling, but I tried to keep it up.
The only thing I can remember, nine years later now, was that I felt like I was losing track of time. Finally, then I was relieved, he stopped and began kissing me and said, "Lentement," which meant 'slow' in french. I slowed down the pace and he began to quiver, not like I had, but his whole body shook and he seemed to be really enjoying it. I continued and then felt like I should suck him. I pushed on his shoulder to flatten him on the bed, as he did me earlier, and then moved to his waist. I was afraid of how it might taste so I licked it a few times. It tasted like normal skin, only that it wasn't. I didn't really know what I was doing but I was trying to do what I felt him doing earlier, applying suction and moving my tongue all around it. He kept quivering, but massaged my head and shoulders while I did it. After, what seemed to be forever but was probably only three or four minutes, Pete pulled me off and we laid there for a few minutes, almost holding eachother, and occasionally squeezing and pulling at eachothers' cocks.
We went about the rest of the day as normal. Met up with the other American students which I went to school with and the French students I didn't understand. We went to visit tourist attractions and rode the subway. Then, when we arrived home, his mom took the dog for a walk and we repeated the same thing. Except, this time he positioned himself on top of me and I sucked him while he did me. It was almost like I was sucking my own cock. All I can really remember is that we did that forever, we couldn't cum at that age and it felt so good neither of us wanted to stop. Of course, we did eventually. We would stop and start. His mom returned and we acted like we were reading french magazines. She left to go out and we immediately resumed.
Whenever we were alone, whether we were getting ready to go to bed or whether we just woke up, or any free minute we had during the day when his parents were not around, all we would do was fool around. It was so intense that I started to not care about seeing France, but I would look forward to being alone with Pete. One time when we went to visit relatives of his we sucked eachother, 69 as I now know it, in a bedroom for, maybe, half an hour, avoiding everyone else.
When I look back, I think we fooled around more than anything else, at least three or four times a day. Whenever I hear of France I can not help but to think of Pete and the times we spent together. I'll never forget it, that's for damn sure. It was a perfect way to discover masturbation. I only wish there was a way to find Pete today. I'm sure he is as georgeous as all hell.
Well, that's my discovery of masturbation. I swear it's all true. *************************************************
I was 8. I put a pillow underneath me and rubbed against it. I had no idea what I was doing, but my sister, who shared the room, did, and told my mom on me. I didn't do it again until I got a room of my own, at 12.
-Megan *************************************************
It's hard to recall the first time I truly masturbated. As a young boy around 9 or 10, I remember waking up on Sunday mornings laying on my stomach in my bed. And I remember how much I enjoyed pushing my hips into the bed, which bounced back with every thrust. The best part was the strange way in which my little pee-pee would become stiff in my underwear.
When I was eleven, my family had a Pollenex shower head that had adjustable settings, including a massage jet. One day, I had a sore thigh, and so innocently enough I adjusted the head to spray hard, fast, warm water on my leg to massage it. By chance, however, the water struck my glans.
The feeling was indescribable. I turned perpendicular to the stream, and allowed the water to pummel my penis. It was a strange sensation, a mixture of stinging, tingling, slapping, tickling, and rubbing that had, in retrospect, a gentle numbing masochism to it. Puberty was still some time away - I didn't have a dark hair below my head, and I still roamed the house from time to time fully nude. Flaccid, my penis measured a measly 1 inch, and in its erect state, perhaps 3 and a half inches at the height of stimulation.
Almost every other night afterward I let the cascading water caress and excite my largely unchanged boyhood for two years - leaning against the back wall of the shower, standing on my tiptoes, thighs spread, turning the faucet hotter and hotter until my small penis contracted uncontrollably and my smooth legs wobbled like jelly while my soft pubic region quaked. I still remember my confusion the first nights that I felt and saw a milky, watery fluid spout from my young penis, ejaculating against the onslaught of water.
But still, I did not play with myself until I was 13. I had experienced my first wet dream only a couple of months earlier. I had been returning from a lake trip, and jumped immediately into the shower after getting home. I had to urinate so bad that a tingling sensation came from my whole crotch. Curious, I soaped my left hand and began to stroke my 4 inch stiff shaft. At that time, I had a small number of thick pubic hairs, dark black, near the base of my penis, almost like thin down. My hand felt much different than the water did, it was more like the silky, gentle touch of my swimsuit liner, coaxing and persuading my not unwilling pubescent penis into pleasure. As usual, however, my muscles spasmed and I continued my experimentation until I urinated with the pressure of a fire hose.
That pleasing sensation of fondling my young pee-pee remained with me, and still does, 7 years after my penis was baptized by that shower head. *************************************************
Okay. The first time I masturbated to orgasm...and sorry, but I doubt I write very well, and I'm just giving you the first draft (doing it here, now, so I won't forget)...
11:30PM. My parents are asleep by now, it's safe, I thought. I silently got up out of my warm waiting place and locked the door. And silently I crept away from it. Back to my bed, I removed my underwear and began yet again to attempt orgasm. I was 14, and had tried for the better part of a year to masturbate to orgasm, never to success. I thought that it might be something wrong with me; of course, every little difference from the norm seemed like a sign of abnormality to me back then.
The bed was warm and by slowly and forcefully rubbing my hands over my chest and stomach I became comfortable again, along with the anticipation. I was becoming hard, and my hands slid their focus lower, down my abdomin. I carressed my hardening penis while my other hand went back up to my chest. I don't know why I did that, but for as long as I can remeber, I've always just left my right hand on my chest, pressing. Helps relieve the loneliness, I guess. So I began to stroke myself with a bit of determination, to work it up to a reasonable hardness. From there, I lazily began to pump through my moving hand, imagining a million different women doing diffent things with me. I had a fixation with fellatio so most of my imagination was spent contemplating that.
About 1:30AM and I still haven't cum. I want to, badly, and was starting to feel desperate again. I slide without grace or silence off the foot of the bed while masturbating, my hand simply repeating it's infinite recursury path. Sitting up, with my head resting on the surface of the bed, and my legs spread oddly, I began to go faster. This never worked. I was thinking to myself I'm going to stop in five minutes and go to bed, when I began to cum. I froze up inside, thinking, Oh my god, I'm pissing! -- No joke, that's what I thought was happening. Trying to minimize the mess, I contracted terribly, but it just kept oozing out of me. I had no control...and I felt heady and panicked at once. I went to the bathroom with the lights off, and tried to finish peeing. Of course, this was taking forever, being my first orgasm, 14 years old. Imagine my surprise, mabye two minutes later, when I got up to see what was wrong, turned on the light, and found cum still oozing from me. I went to bed with a smile on my face, having totally blown enjoying orgasm yet again, but not really caring. *************************************************
I was 12, I guess, and I had never heard of masturbation, never had sex, never had an orgasm, no wet dreams. I wanted to have sex, but only in some lonely, detached, naive, intellectual wanting mostly devoid of hormones.
I was watching professional wrestling, of all things, and my hand was just sort of playing around with my dode. Working on autopilot, really; it wasn't as if I was having some sexual response to th' wrestlers, as far as I know, but just that my mind was on th' TV and my hand was on my woody. And then I began to notice that my groin was starting to feel sort of warm in a weird way that I had never experienced before.
When th' match was over, I turned th' TV off and set about to figuring out what was going on with my new toy. All of a sudden my dick was not just something to pee through. I went into th' bathroom and, without any conscious knowledge that it could do any good, covered it in Vaseline (this is why I believe in genetic memory -- I theorize that I come from a long line of Vaseline wankers), and started in earnest to my first wank.
Naturally, it didn't take long, being my first time, and all of a sudden th' Earth shifted somehow, and my legs half buckled, and my dick reared back as if it were a cannon, firing off a white salvo that flowed in thick streams down my wrist and into a puddle on th' floor. As th' shudders in my body began to subside, I heard th' sounds of my mother coming home, and I scrambled frantically to clean up th' remains of my first orgasm before I was discovered. *************************************************
It was the summer I turned 13 and I was quite facinated by the changes that were happening to my body. I was getting hair on my legs and under my arms and of course, I was getting some pubic hairs. I also noticed that my cock and balls were growing and when erect I was a lot bigger than I used to be.
I would play with my penis and scrotum enjoying the new sensations, but never masturbating. My parents had never told me anything about puberty or sexuality, so all this was mysterious to me.
One day I was in the bathroom playing with my cock. I had a wet hot washcloth wraped around my cock and was moving it up and down "washing" it. I noticed that the feeling was better than I had ever felt before. I tried to stop several times but "had" do continue.
Finally, I had my first ever ejaculation (I had never even had a wet dream). It seemed like it would never stop coming out. The white stuff kept gushing out of my cock and was all over my hand and the washcloth.
I was really scared and thought I had borken something. I got cleaned up and vowed never to do it again... if I lived, which I thought I probably would not...
Well, within about one hour, I was in my room and had my cock in my hand and was stroking another big load out of it! I have done it at least everyday since then... *************************************************
The first time I ever masturbated was when I was 15. I was working out in the gym on day, like I usually do, when my penis got erect. This was the first time this had happened since I started working out. I continued with my 5 sets of 15 on the leg extension. On the final set, my penis began to throb. This was very interesting, I thought. (I am in a single parent family, living with my mother.) I continued with the set. At about the 10th swipe up, something happened.
I felt something moist and cool in my shorts. :) When I finished my workout, I looked into my shorts and there was some liquid there. Cum! It was my first cum of my life. I was so amazed. From there I decided to figure out how to do it at home. I just wanked and wanked till cum came out. In the initial stages, it justslithered out. Now it kinda shoots out. I have a poster of Jean-Luc Picard from Star Trek on my wall, and about a month ago it hit his face, 5 and 1/2 feet off the ground. I took great pleasure in this! *************************************************
My first time was when I was 13. I didn't really know anything then, except that touching my penis felt good. But then I found the Penthouse magazine stuffed way back in the corner of the linen closet in my grandparents' house. Who'd have thought my grandpa was into this? It was the first time I'd ever seen naked women! I don't know what happened, but I managed to sneak the mag into my suitcase at the end of the weekend before returning home. Once home, I consumed that magazine from cover to cover and found myself touching myself more and more. The more I played, the better it felt. Finally, the pleasure became unbearable, and my teenage cock throbbed with purpose. I pounded myself faster and faster, and was amazed and thoroughly gratified when I finally came huge globs of thick, hot semen all over my naked body. It was the beginning of a tradition which lives on as one of the great pleasures of life... *************************************************
As a child, I had heard about orgasms, and that they were required for pregnancy to occur. I half figured that I would not be capable of this, as I had the vague understanding that I was gay, although it was very unclear to me what this meant. I knew I wanted male "friends", and I knew that some were attractive and some were not. (I never thought about this in regards to females. They were all the same to me.) In my limited experience of seeing other males naked, I began to think that my dick wasn't big enough. I guess the only dicks I had seen were other children's, and adult males who have no problem with size. (This usually means that they are at least medium-sized, and often that they are large.) So, I had a small dick. Since I was interested in finding a male "friend" (again, with no sexual connection - yet), I decided that I would have to have a larger dick. I made this decision one night after watching Starsky and Hutch. (By the way, I'm 29, white, 5'- 11", 165lbs., and quite comfortable with being gay.) This was on the third Thursday of July, 1978 - I was just 14. After the show, I went into my bedroom and started pulling on my dick. I grasped it with one hand with the head in my palm, and the fingers down the length of it. I pulled with one hand, and then the other. It got hard, but I kept pulling. I was determined to have a larger cock. Anyway, much to my surprise, I came. I was on my back on the floor,
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From umn.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Mon Jun 27 16:38:52 1994 Xref: news6.cis.umn.edu alt.sex.stories:27991 Message-ID: 175550Z27061994@anon.penet.fi Path: umn.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an74503@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an74503@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 24 Jun 1994 11:10:43 UTC Subject: REPOST: 1st Time #2 Lines: 692
and when it happened, I turned to the side to let it fall into the carpet. I was SO surprised, and it felt - interesting, I guess. I didn't do it the next night, but on Saturday, I did it twice, and have been an addict ever since. For many years, it was once a day, but as I've gotten older, I've gotten MUCH hornier, so it's 2-3 times a day for a few days, and then not at all for a few days.
I still grin whenever anyone mentions Starsky and Hutch. I thought that they were such good friends, and I wanted to have a friend like they did. It was quite a blow to find out that the show was cancelled because they hated each other in real life.
Well, I was in California at an army base, at the time in the summer of 1989. Hrrm. That would make me about, um, 25 at the time. Anyways, I had noticed that I got somewhat aroused in the shower from time to time when the water hit my glans just right. Being a virgin (and I still am, by the way), I had no real knowledge of what to do, but just decided to let nature take its course. So one afternoon when I was off work, I pulled the shades down on my barracks room, got undressed and laid down on my bed, made sure that nobody could see or disturb me, and proceeded to beat off for the first time. It took me about 15 or 20 minutes, but I was finally rewarded with a nice orgasm and a small spurt of semen. I have been doing that quite often since then. ************************************************* My First Time
I was 19 years old. I had been having sex with this guy who was nine years older than me for about a year. He had his own house that I had a key to and often got there before he got home. One day I was there alone and opened the drawer to the nightstand and found a vibrator. He had recently been on a trip and and bought it, but I guess wasn't sure how I would react and hadn't showed it to me.
I took the vibrator out and turned it on. I put it inside my vagina, but that didn't really turn me on too much, it was too hard and cold. Then I moved it up and massaged my clitoris with the end of the vibrator. Now, this felt really good and I had an orgasm in less than two minutes. This was the beginning of many self-pleasuring sessions with a vibrator (I loved to do it when reading Penthouse Forums or watching porno movies).
My boyfriend also got the courage one night to introduce the vibrator into our love-making and we still enjoy using a vibrator during sex sometimes (he's now my husband).
The first time I ever masturbated was when I was seven years old. I mighta been eight years old, I don't remember. I did have help though.
There was a guy who lived next door to me named Linsie (I don't know how to spell his name) and he was about five years older than I was. His dad was some sorta contractor and always hit slapped him on the top of his head, and his mom was some 'new age healer' type that always told us to focus our mental energies.
Linsie had a sister, Chris, about two years older than me, who was very nice, very quiet, and very pretty. She had long blond hair, and she used to baby sit us when my parrents were gone. She never went over to friends houses. She spent every extra second she had in her room alone. I guess she was reading. I don't know. I think her dad was mean to her too. I don't know.
I don't really remember how it started. I remember that we looked at his playboys a lot. He shoplifted em from a 'Quick Stop' about half a mile away. He hid all the centerfold pictures under his posters, and he'd just sorta remove the posters, when we were alone, and stare.
Again, I don't remember exactically how it started. Linsie's parents had a 'toe massager' shaped sorta like a hole for your toe to fit in, and even though it was sorta shaped the wrong way for both of us, it worked pretty good. I remember that Linsie had a bit of hair. I didn't have any and asked him why and he explained it to me. No one'd ever explained anything to me before. I had no idea what sex was. Practically the nicest thing he ever did was try to explain that stuff to me. To bad he didn't know much himself.
Anyway, I'm guessing that what happened was that he masturbated with it first and then invted me to use it, all the while staring at those playboys. He used to use shaving cream it it, which really made a mess.
I didn't. I just used it without any.
I can sorta remember seeing him masturbate. He'd be sitting near the coorner, on the edge of the mattress that he used as a bed, and he closed his eyes and just let it happen. I watched and thought it was nice. I didn't think it was super, or scarey or anything. I just thought it was a cool thing to do.
I remember him handing it to me, after he cleaned it all off, and I sorta remember the switch ya had to push to get it going, and I remember just lying back on his mattress and letting it do it's trick. It was wonderful. I remember how good it was. I didn't even think about why it was happening, and I didn't even bother wondering what the hell was going on. I just closed my eyes and let it happen. I didn't look at the playboys while it happened. I don't think he did either. I thought about Chris and how nice and pretty she was. I thought about her without any clothes on and I thought about her kissing me and I orgasamed. When I was done, I opened my eyes. Linsie had watched me the whole time. He wiped off the massager. I don't think there was anything on it, but he did. I don't think I worried about it. I just felt really good. That's all I worried about.
We played around two or three times more. I remember the end of the last time we played. He watched me the whole time, but he never touched me. He never even tried. I think I woulda let him if he tried. I woulda wanted him to. I really liked him. I think he was streight though. I don't know.
When we were exiting his room and getting ready to go down the stairs, we were in sorta a joking mood. He said something like, "Oh ya!
Well if you do that then I'll never let you look at my playboys again."
And I said something like, "Well if you don't then I'll tell Chris about everything." I don't remember him getting scared or anything. I don't know what he felt. I knew that if I told Chris then he'd get in major trouble, and I knew that I had absolutely no intension of ever telling Chris anything no matter what. Anyway, Linsie pretty much never let me see his playboys or masturbate with him again. I remember begging him, but he just wouldn't. It was uncomfortable now.
We saw each other every once in a while after that, and he was still nice to me and everything, but he was so damn scared. We never got close like we were ever again. The sad part is, that was probably the most exciting sexual relation ship I've ever had. It was certainly the most comfortable one.
When I was thirteen my parents split and I moved and right before I left I heard that Linsie was arrested for possetion with intent to sell LSD. For some really stupid reason I decided to tell my mom about what happened. Luclely she didn't believe me. He went to the Santa Rita jail for two years for the drugs. He wasn't exactly a first time offender. I don't know what happened to him after that. *************************************************
I can't remember which of two times was my first, but it was one of these. Both were just as exciting and new. I was about 12, living in Holland since my dad was in the military (The Hague, to be exact.) I had no idea that masturbation was even possible, probably since my parents are Catholic and consider it a mortal sin.
Anyhow, one of these times was in a whirlpool at a PUBLIC swimming pool. It was a standup pool, and I was too short to exactly stand up in it, so I hung onto the bar and hauled myself around it (it was pretty big.) Everyone else did this too, so it didn't look strange at all. Well, because of my shortness, it so happened that my dick was at the same level as the water jets. One time passing across one of these jets I felt a good sensation that crawled up my dick and made me warm all over. At the same time, the sensation was so strong that I thought i would die from nerve-fry from staying there too long. I think it was several times later that I actually stuck it out and came in the pool. (For anyone brave enough to try, I still think this is a unique sexual feeling distinct from hands-on masturbation!) I went to the pool often after that! I did it a few times. Once I was there with my 6th grade class and this girl I happened to like came up behind me just as I was
having an orgasm. I don't think she knew what I was doing, but I was stammering quite a bit. Just then the coach blew his whistle signaling that we had to go -- great! So I had to wait until everyone else was out of the pool so my hard-on would subside and I could walk across the pool without a woody. I ended up running in front of this girl-friend just so she wouldn't notice that I was up and running.
My first time jacking off was the same year after seeing "Romancing the Stone." My hormones being in the frenzied state they were, I got really turned on by the scene where the male lead is completely naked on top of the female lead. (Where they really doing it, I wondered, or was there a piece of plastic or something between their genitalia?) I went to be early and started touching my firey dick. For those who are interested, it wasn't a very big one, 5 inches or so I think (with two tufts of pubescent hair on either side of my balls), and the head was pretty small too. Now I'm almost 7 inches, thicker and have a full, brown bush.
I stroked the head of my dick with my right two fingers while holding the member down with my left hand. When I came, it was the first time I'd actually seen semen and I freaked out, thinking I 'd committed some aweful sin or something ("every sperm is sacred" -- Catholic boys really do believe that.) I wiped it up and went to bed. But of course I tried it again the next night, and the nextr and the next, until after a week my little prick couldn't take it anymore and scabbed over.
A couple years later I would learn to stroke the shaft with my entire hand up and down, and that it created a different feeling. -- more subtle but just as explosive at the end. I also discovered vaseline, but not the stuff in a bottle, but rather the lip therapy, which is gentler. I went through a whole tube and my mom was always wondering where it was going. She walked in on me once. I jumped out of bed, jerked my pants up and then acted normal. She didn't notice, or pretended not to, bless her soul, and it was never brought up. One other time my brother caught me, but that time I was smart and had a blanket over my legs. He probably figured it out but didn't say anything. That's the way Catholic families deal with sex, I guess. Since then I've liberated myself from all the guilt and fear - what's the point - and much later in life I talked with several priests who masturbated regularly (you'd have to to be celibate.) Still a practicing Catholic, too, if you can believe it.
I should probably mention also that I checked out a lot of books with sections on sexuality in my puberty. Some of them even explained how to masturbate and how to delay orgasms. Irf those librarians had only known what was in the book they never read... ************************************************* My first masturbation experience was when I was about 12 years old. It arose out of a natural curiosity about what would happen if I did something with the numerous spontanious erections I was starting to experience. Well, I was cleaning out my pet hamster's cage when I wondered what would happen if I stuck my little erect pecker in the vacuum cleaner. At the time, it was just the right size hole. Anyway, I turned on the vacuum cleaner, adjusted the suction to a minimum and stuck it in. The vacuum cleaner vibrated my throbbing cock just right and I felt this AMAZING involuntary muscle contraction that I now know was my first orgasm! At the time I likened it to a really satisfying sneeze, omly leagues better! I later learned how to do it with my hand, and my penis grew too big to use the vacuum cleaner directly. I later figured out that I could tape an empty paper towel roll with slits cut up its length to accomidate my larger penis to the end of the vacuum, lube myself up with vaseline and the effect was tremendous! I wonder if my parents thought anything of the short life of that vacuum cleaner's motor.... *************************************************
It was the winter I was in 6th grade, just before I turned twelve. My mind had entered puberty. I had become intensely aware of the girls in my class. I was very attracted to them, and also very frightened of them.
My body had not entered puberty. I didn't have my height. I didn't have any body, facial or pubic hair. My genitals were still small, like a child's. My penis was only 2 or 3 inches long, when erect. I knew about sexual intercourse, but I was still hazy on the details. I didn't, for example, know why my penis got hard.
It was on a Saturday morning. I was wearing a pair of soft, loose-fitting cotton-knit pajamas. I was walking towards my bedroom, and I happened to have an erection. As I walked, my penis bobbed up and down, and the head rubbed against the fabric of my pajama bottoms. And it felt good.
I stepped into my room, reached into my pajamas, and rubbed the head of my penis against them some more. It continued to feel good. I decided that this was something that I definitely had to check out - but not right then: the rest of my family was around.
I usually had the house to myself for a little while when I got home from school. Over the next few days, I availed myself of this opportunity to experiment. The place where I chose to experiment was the floor of the dressing area in my parent's bedroom. This seemed to me to be the most private place in the house, because it was not in line-of- sight of any window.
I lay down, unzipped my jeans, and reached into my underwear. My penis was already erect, and I started rubbing the head against the fabric of my underwear. As before, it felt good, and it continued to feel good for as long as I continued to rub it. After a while, I stopped, pulled up my pants, and went off to do something else.
Around the third or fourth day that I did this, I reached a point where a very strange, and very nice, feeling of coursed through the pit of my stomach and down into my penis. Then my penis started sort of pulsing, which was also different, and also rather nice.
After that, I moved the locus of this activity variously to my bedroom or the bathroom. I would rub my penis agains my underwear for the express purpose of getting to the point where that very nice feeling and the pulsing started. I quickly became very good at this, and it became a daily occurrence.
Rather incredibly, I still didn't understand what I was doing. Over the course of the next year, my body started to develop physically. One consequence of this was that I started to notice that my penis left some kind of fluid on my underwear after the pulsing started. Eventually, I managed to connect the words "erection", "semen", "ejaculation", "masturbation" and, finally, "orgasm" to the wet stuff, the pulsing and the good feelings.
Here we go:
Norway in the 1950's was not a very open society when it comes to sex. When I entered elementary school in 1952, our teacher cencored our Christianity text-book. She told us to cross over the sentence "Eight days later He was circumcised", to avoid any questions. As circumcision is rarely done in Norway, none of us boys were circumcised, none of us even knew what it was, and none of us asked her.
The silence about sexual matters did not prevent us little kids from playing sexual games with each others, but we did not know anything about masturbation or orgasm. We looked, played and sometimes sucked.
The first time I saw anybody masturbate, was in the piss- room in a public toilet in Oslo. I might have been 10 years old. A man was standing on the floor, right in the middle of the room, his fly open, doing something that I did not understand. He stroke his cock back and forth with his right hand, with very quick movements. I was astonished by the colour of his cock, darker than the skin of his hand, and most of all by the hairs jutting out from his fly. I did'nt stay long enough to see more of what might happen, because I'd always been told by my mother to be afraid of such men. Two other kids of my age however kept standing, eagerly looking on.
That summer I was sent to a summer camp for vacation. I shared a room with another boy, E., I was 10, he 13. We played with each other's hairless cocks sometimes, but did nothing that resembled masturbation.
Next year E. was invited to my family somtimes for week- ends. I had turned 11, still a child, he was 14, his voice was broken and he was smoking cigarettes. I thought 14 was an impressingly advanced age.
One afternoon we started to fool around, tickling each other's bodies. At first he slid away as I tried to grope him, but suddenly he let me feel everything I wanted to. I felt something very big and stiff inside his trousers. I had not believed that a cock could be that big. He said we should go to my room and we did. (My parents were away or asleep). He laid down on his back on the lower bed (which was the guest bed; I used to sleep in the upper) and he turned down his trousers. Wow, was I impressed from what I saw. So much bigger than mine, with the cockhead protruding half way out from the foreskin. The skin of his cock was a little darker than the rest of his body, and at the base of the cock was a patch of real, long hair!
"You should just wait," he said, "when grown-up men have hard-ons it reaches to their knees!"
He allowed me to touch it. Very carefully I slid my fingers over his hairless ballsack, up along the shaft and down the other side into his cockhairs. He wanted to look at me. So I also turned my trousers down and showed off my hairless little hard-on. He forced my thight foreskin back with strong fingers, causing me a little pain.
"You'll get hair down there too", he comforted me. "Perhaps already in some months."
He slid back his own foreskin. His cockhead was greyish red, mine had a brighter red colour. "Look at it. Kiss it," he said with his newly-broken voice. I hesitated. "It isn't a bit dangerous", he continued. "I shall not let anything come, I promise you!" I bent down, opened my mouth and shut my lips just under his cockhead. I felt his piss-slit at the tip of my tounge, and felt a strange taste. I did not really like his taste, so I did not suck him any more even if he asked me many times later. I preferred just
playing with his dick, balls and cockhair.
He told me to place the tip of my boner close to his so that the head of mine touched the head of his. I did, and he wrapped my little cockhead into his foreskin; it was a strange, warm feeling.
We kept on playing with our hard cocks for a while. Then he said "I will wank it!" He squeezed his cock with his right hand, slid his foreskin back and forth, and kept on like that for a long time while I was making big eyes. Suddenly something greyish-white shot out of his cock, way up in the air, landing on his belly. It was a big, slimy drop of something. "That's cum", he said proudly. He let me look at it and then wiped it away with a hankerchief. His cock had become redder and started to drop slowly dowm towards his stomach. "That's jacking off", he explained. "I learned it from another boy at the summer camp."
He came to stay overnight with us several times that year and every time he asked if I had got any hairs down there. I hadn't. We did do more cock games, but even if I was interested in boy sex and had been so as long as I could remember, I wasn't far as much into fooling around yet as he was.
Two more times I saw him jack off. Once was in the basement while my parents were out. Both of us was fully dressed. He was smoking a cigarette. He asked me to try, but I didn't. After finishing the cigarette, he opened his fly, put his legs wide apart, and wanked till the cum shot far out on the floor, with me as a devout on-looker. Another time we had been doing sex-plays for quite a time, until I got tired and went to the upper bed to sleep. Then I could hear him in the lower bed - whack, whack, whack, for what seemed like an eternity. I really did not understand why he just kept on and on. Finally it got silent down there and I slept.
My parents never found out about our sex-plays, but after some time E. was not invited any more and I've never seen him again.
Then I had my twelve year's birthday and some months after I was lying in bed one night, unable to sleep. I had a boner, and it wouldn't go down. I had been playing with it for maybe an hour. I thought about E. and what he had done in our basement some months earlier, standing with his legs wide apart like another Tommy Steele. I thought he had looked so tough. All of a sudden I stood up in my bed, put my legs wide apart, wrapped my right hand around my hairless cock and started to jack off like E. had used to do. I had tried it a couple of times before, but I had always given it up after a few strokes. But this time I stroked my (then) 4" twelve- year old cock quicker and quicker, wilder and wilder. My pyjama trousers slipped down, but I did't mind, just kept on and on stroking. Suddenly a wild feeling exploded in my cock and my entire body. I got scared, pulled up my pyjamas, went under the linen and got to sleep immediately. The day afterwards I went to school as usual and did like nothing had happened. A day or two later I tried it again, with the same nice result. And then, looking very closely at my cock, I discovered one single, long hair at the base of it, surrounded by two tiny others. The world was never the same afterwards. I jacked myself off to dry orgasms for several months until my balls got developed enough to produce cum. My cock has had a lot of good exercise since that time and it's still getting it.
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