First time masturbation
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I am always wondering how someone got the urge to masturbate when they hit puberty. I used to live in a household where there was no sexual attraction at all ( no technology to get porn at that time) but when I got my first wet dream around 13, it felt almost natural to masturbate.
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I got taught by one of my older brother's friends when I was 6. Of course, I shot blanks for the first few years. I think I was 11 or 12 when I started producing semen.
I've never has a wet dream. It sounds messy.
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First time i do, hmmmm i was 13 years old and i was curious, how it's like to feel orgasm. I never had wet dream, it's akward for me.
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When I was 10 y/o I was on the verge of puberty and loved seeing naked males. I knew nothing of masturbation, or sex in general for that matter. The only thing I knew was that the sight of naked males excited me tremendously. I had had plenty of experience with other prepubescent friends fondling, grinding, and doing some pretty crazy things naked together (including oral things and lots of butt inspections). I had seen grown men in shower rooms and knew that jockstraps were the coolest things on Earth. One night I was at my cousin’s house playing with his trombone, putting the open end of the horn against the wall and blowing with all my might against the wall while he was in the bath on the other side of the wall. I ran into the hall and to the door of the bath which was cracked open a few inches to see his reaction to my blast. There was none, but I was presented with the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. Cousin was a few years older than me and a very well developed High School wrestler. And when I say well developed, I mean in every way. As stated, I had seen many naked grown men in my life, but this was a first. He had a great big thick bush of black pubes against his tanned skin and a big thick dick and for the first time I saw an “adult” male with a hard-on. And he was playing with it like it was a toy! That very moment, standing there unnoticed, looking over his shoulder, only a matter of feet away from the most beautiful and exciting thing I’d ever seen, was both traumatic and ecstatic at the same time. My heart pounded and I can only imagine that my mouth was agape and eyes like silver dollars.
I was so freaked that when I came to my senses, I turned and ran away, but wanted to see more, so I ran back. I (probably purposely) make a noise, and guess what, he looked up, and completely un-phased, said, “Hey, come here!” He continued to play with is tub monster while I kneeled down next to him, eyes transfixed on his beautiful cock. He asked me to grab it and squeeze it. Of course I did. I ended up playing with it for some time before he got out of the tub. That night we slept together and he gave me full permission to have at it. And he continued to ask me to squeeze it. I didn’t know why, but I obliged. We spent another night or two together before I was to find the sweet mystery of life. One night I lay in my own bed alone and hard, thinking about my escapades with my cousin and fondling myself and squeezing my own nearly hairless cock like I had been instructed, and stroking a bit because it felt good and WHAM! The heavens cracked open and from that moment on I was a full-blown masturbator extraordinaire.
My sleepovers with my cousin took on a new meaning. We never talked about it, but the next time we got in to bed together, instead of me playing with him, I told him to have at mine. When it was my turn, I did lots of foreplay and worshiped his beautiful member for a long time, then I full-on jacked him off. Then he returned the favor. From then on, he taught me everything; oral, anal, edging… you name it. We even did some very daring beating each other off in times and places that were high risk. Quite the thrill.
Now it was my turn to be the teacher. Fast forward a year or so and I become friends with a little guy who is somewhat of a heart-throb amongst the girls in our peer group. But he (I’ll call him S.) was gay. I had no clue. He invited me over to his house for a sleep-over. We had got to be good friends, that seemed normal. But it became obvious by half way through the evening, as we horsed around in his room playing records that he wanted desperately to see me naked. It was pretty sexy and foreign to me, but I followed his lead as we slowly undressed down to our tighty-whities. He’d take off his shirt, I’d take off mine, and so it went. He kept staring at my crotch and blatantly playing with himself while we talked about anything and everything except sex. That changed when we went to bed. As soon as the lights were out and we were under the covers of the double bed, I told him it was odd to be in bed with my underwear on. He was aghast as I told him I always slept naked. S. was all for it. Then the talk turned to sex. Lies were told and bed covers were slowly pushed down. S. said “I’ve got a boner.” I said, “Let me see” as I reached over and grabbed his hard-as-a-rock dick. He recoiled with the quickness of a snake while laughing, nearly squealing. But I held on just a few seconds longer. When I let go, he reached over and grabbed mine. I remained motionless. And he held on not wanting to let go. He played with my dick there in the dark like it was a million dollars that he couldn’t let go of. But he never stroked it. Never gave any indication that he wanted to jack me off. Now S. had just a LITTLE bit of pubic hair. Mine by this time was a big thick bush, and he LOVED it. But then again, he loved everything about my dick. We actually slept together at least 5 or 6 times just fondling each other, never climaxing. (I went home and stroked it like nobody’s business after each sleep-over with S.) He knew from street talk about something called cum, but didn’t know how to make it happen. Instead of teaching him to jack off, I did the grind with him. After a long period of foreplay, I’d get on top of him and grind our dicks together. He finally had his first orgasm. Now here’s a weird thing about S. He was a smart guy; an A student, but he didn’t figure out that he could do it by himself. He thought that he had to be with me to cum. It was evil on my part, but I let him think this for quite a while. Then I taught him anal. Oh what a sweet little ass he had. Still he didn’t figure it out. Finally, one night, feeling a little guilty, I said to him, “We should beat-off.” He didn’t have a clue what I meant. He literally said: “What’s that?” that’s what he said, “What’s that?” I gently grasped his dick and slowly began to stroke it and play with his balls and fingered his ass. He lay there and let me until he was about to cum. When he did he was so surprised that he whipped around and tried to stop my pounding fist. Too late; his cum was all over the bed. From then on S. wanted to beat-off with me anywhere, anytime. I taught him how to suck dick and he couldn’t get enough of that either. But most of all, S. loved to jack-off. We’d be sitting in the den at his house, late at night watching TV, his parents and brother upstairs in bed, and S. would pull down his pants and beat-off. He’s say, “I feel like beatin’-off.” And that was it, there was no stopping him. Later we’d go to bed and he’d suck my dick till I nearly had to beg him to stop. But first thing every morning after waking up, S. was “beatin’-off” as I lay there beside him, sometimes joining in, sometimes just watching. One more thing about S: More than once, a girl at school would ask me “Does S. have a girlfriend?” because everyone knew he and I were “best friends.” It was sooooo hard not to say: “I donno but he sucks my dick on a regular basis.”
I had a lot of sex when I was a youngster, but those two will always be the hottest memories of the early days of masturbating.
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WOW pastol! What a great story of your experiences with friends and family. I hope to see more stories like this on here. It made me horny as hell. It is worth posting in our Member Stories Thread.
Thanks for sharing it with us.
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First time i do, hmmmm i was 13 years old and i was curious, how it's like to feel orgasm. I never had wet dream, it's akward for me.
Wet dreams is a very great gift from God. I have several wet dreams and you don't feel tired after a wet dream unlike after you normally cum when you awake.
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I learned from a cousin at about age 11. He would just whip it out and go to town. I was really shy, but could not help to just watch. Later, I would do it while in the bathtub. The funny thing is, when he was done, his older brother would always go to the bathroom to help him clean up. I have not spoken to either of them in about fifteen years. Last I heard, the horny cousin was a meth addict, married with three kids, and the state had taken the kids away. In hindsight, I probably should have just whipped it out with him. It would have made a better story for you guys.
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When I was 10 y/o I was on the verge of puberty and loved seeing naked males. I knew nothing of masturbation, or sex in general for that matter. The only thing I knew was that the sight of naked males excited me tremendously. I had had plenty of experience with other prepubescent friends fondling, grinding, and doing some pretty crazy things naked together (including oral things and lots of butt inspections). I had seen grown men in shower rooms and knew that jockstraps were the coolest things on Earth. One night I was at my cousin’s house playing with his trombone, putting the open end of the horn against the wall and blowing with all my might against the wall while he was in the bath on the other side of the wall. I ran into the hall and to the door of the bath which was cracked open a few inches to see his reaction to my blast. There was none, but I was presented with the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. Cousin was a few years older than me and a very well developed High School wrestler. And when I say well developed, I mean in every way. As stated, I had seen many naked grown men in my life, but this was a first. He had a great big thick bush of black pubes against his tanned skin and a big thick dick and for the first time I saw an “adult” male with a hard-on. And he was playing with it like it was a toy! That very moment, standing there unnoticed, looking over his shoulder, only a matter of feet away from the most beautiful and exciting thing I’d ever seen, was both traumatic and ecstatic at the same time. My heart pounded and I can only imagine that my mouth was agape and eyes like silver dollars.
I was so freaked that when I came to my senses, I turned and ran away, but wanted to see more, so I ran back. I (probably purposely) make a noise, and guess what, he looked up, and completely un-phased, said, “Hey, come here!” He continued to play with is tub monster while I kneeled down next to him, eyes transfixed on his beautiful cock. He asked me to grab it and squeeze it. Of course I did. I ended up playing with it for some time before he got out of the tub. That night we slept together and he gave me full permission to have at it. And he continued to ask me to squeeze it. I didn’t know why, but I obliged. We spent another night or two together before I was to find the sweet mystery of life. One night I lay in my own bed alone and hard, thinking about my escapades with my cousin and fondling myself and squeezing my own nearly hairless cock like I had been instructed, and stroking a bit because it felt good and WHAM! The heavens cracked open and from that moment on I was a full-blown masturbator extraordinaire.
My sleepovers with my cousin took on a new meaning. We never talked about it, but the next time we got in to bed together, instead of me playing with him, I told him to have at mine. When it was my turn, I did lots of foreplay and worshiped his beautiful member for a long time, then I full-on jacked him off. Then he returned the favor. From then on, he taught me everything; oral, anal, edging… you name it. We even did some very daring beating each other off in times and places that were high risk. Quite the thrill.
Now it was my turn to be the teacher. Fast forward a year or so and I become friends with a little guy who is somewhat of a heart-throb amongst the girls in our peer group. But he (I’ll call him S.) was gay. I had no clue. He invited me over to his house for a sleep-over. We had got to be good friends, that seemed normal. But it became obvious by half way through the evening, as we horsed around in his room playing records that he wanted desperately to see me naked. It was pretty sexy and foreign to me, but I followed his lead as we slowly undressed down to our tighty-whities. He’d take off his shirt, I’d take off mine, and so it went. He kept staring at my crotch and blatantly playing with himself while we talked about anything and everything except sex. That changed when we went to bed. As soon as the lights were out and we were under the covers of the double bed, I told him it was odd to be in bed with my underwear on. He was aghast as I told him I always slept naked. S. was all for it. Then the talk turned to sex. Lies were told and bed covers were slowly pushed down. S. said “I’ve got a boner.” I said, “Let me see” as I reached over and grabbed his hard-as-a-rock dick. He recoiled with the quickness of a snake while laughing, nearly squealing. But I held on just a few seconds longer. When I let go, he reached over and grabbed mine. I remained motionless. And he held on not wanting to let go. He played with my dick there in the dark like it was a million dollars that he couldn’t let go of. But he never stroked it. Never gave any indication that he wanted to jack me off. Now S. had just a LITTLE bit of pubic hair. Mine by this time was a big thick bush, and he LOVED it. But then again, he loved everything about my dick. We actually slept together at least 5 or 6 times just fondling each other, never climaxing. (I went home and stroked it like nobody’s business after each sleep-over with S.) He knew from street talk about something called cum, but didn’t know how to make it happen. Instead of teaching him to jack off, I did the grind with him. After a long period of foreplay, I’d get on top of him and grind our dicks together. He finally had his first orgasm. Now here’s a weird thing about S. He was a smart guy; an A student, but he didn’t figure out that he could do it by himself. He thought that he had to be with me to cum. It was evil on my part, but I let him think this for quite a while. Then I taught him anal. Oh what a sweet little ass he had. Still he didn’t figure it out. Finally, one night, feeling a little guilty, I said to him, “We should beat-off.” He didn’t have a clue what I meant. He literally said: “What’s that?” that’s what he said, “What’s that?” I gently grasped his dick and slowly began to stroke it and play with his balls and fingered his ass. He lay there and let me until he was about to cum. When he did he was so surprised that he whipped around and tried to stop my pounding fist. Too late; his cum was all over the bed. From then on S. wanted to beat-off with me anywhere, anytime. I taught him how to suck dick and he couldn’t get enough of that either. But most of all, S. loved to jack-off. We’d be sitting in the den at his house, late at night watching TV, his parents and brother upstairs in bed, and S. would pull down his pants and beat-off. He’s say, “I feel like beatin’-off.” And that was it, there was no stopping him. Later we’d go to bed and he’d suck my dick till I nearly had to beg him to stop. But first thing every morning after waking up, S. was “beatin’-off” as I lay there beside him, sometimes joining in, sometimes just watching. One more thing about S: More than once, a girl at school would ask me “Does S. have a girlfriend?” because everyone knew he and I were “best friends.” It was sooooo hard not to say: “I donno but he sucks my dick on a regular basis.”
I had a lot of sex when I was a youngster, but those two will always be the hottest memories of the early days of masturbating.
Wow, nice story. I also feel attracted towards men when I was around 15. I love chubby guys and at that time, a lot of my school colleagues were my type. The horrible thing is, at that time, my father got into small accident and he broke his leg. Unfortunately, I'm the only man at home and when he need to pee, I need to hold his penis and it was a really confusing moment for me because it was the first adult penis I ever saw and touch. It felt weird being aroused by your own father.
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I learned from a cousin at about age 11. He would just whip it out and go to town. I was really shy, but could not help to just watch. Later, I would do it while in the bathtub. The funny thing is, when he was done, his older brother would always go to the bathroom to help him clean up. I have not spoken to either of them in about fifteen years. Last I heard, the horny cousin was a meth addict, married with three kids, and the state had taken the kids away. In hindsight, I probably should have just whipped it out with him. It would have made a better story for you guys.
No mutual jerk off? Hehee….
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Alas, in my case, there was no one to teach me back then. On my first time, I had no idea what masturbation was, not even about orgasm or cumming. I was playing with my foreskin then, pulling it back and forth, that it felt really good as my finger rubs along my urethra and rubbing my piss slit and dick head. Next thing I knew, I was cumming already. I remembered being so freaked out, I immediately stopped playing with myself
I thought there was something wrong with me and I said to myself I'll never touch myself again!!! :funny2:Of course, nothing really stopped me from doing it again. I thought maybe it won't happen again and that I was actually fine… of course, I came again but I didn't stop jerking my dick so I got to finish my orgasm; it felt really good, I immediately changed my mind about masturbation and thought I should do it again ASAP :funny2:
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a friend taught me things about masturbation & ejaculation when I was 15
(been having wet dreams once in a week since 14)he said I can stop getting wet dream if I masturbate
so, I tried it out.. remember stroking damn vigorously for 20 minutes to make it cum
the feeling was so great that I did it again after 15 minutes rest… and the third time after 30 minutes restnow, I am 23... seem to lost the ability to cum more than once in a day ???
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friend (one year older) havd stupid questions like you heard word sex ( he knowed it and was laughing because i not, i was 9y, in 10y a started looking on porn and looked more on men, so i knowed from start i am gay, i was looking on pictures and movies and one day i started playing with my cock and cummed - a lot of cum right on keyboard
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I remember I was looking at pictures of Zac efron and my instincts told me to just stroke my dick. I never had a wet dream before so I was really curious about the white stuff!
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I remember I was looking at pictures of Zac efron and my instincts told me to just stroke my dick. I never had a wet dream before so I was really curious about the white stuff!
fans of Zac Efron I see…
instincts... that's something -
I started masturbatig very early, at 9 years old. It was just… natural... I didn't know the names yet, so I called it "playing sex"
At this age you still have no sperm production. I masturbated without cumming till I reached 12~13 years old. -
I figured it out when I was 10 (possibly before that) just by messing around with myself in the bath. No mentor, no porn, no sex ed. I didnt even know what it was at the time I just knew it as the "awesome new game I invented". Yes I thought I invented masturbation because surely if anyone else had figured it out this awesome new game before then they wouldve taught it to me earlier and everyone would be talking about it and playing it but no one was talking about it to my 10 year old self.
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Litres46, that's exactly what I thought when I was 9!!! I also started at the bath and thought I had invented it…
When people at school started asking around if I had already masturbated (that was when we were about 12 to 13 years old) I didn't know what they meant... there was no internet to make reassearch at the time, so I took a long time to find out what they were talking about. They kept bullying me for not knowing what 'masturbation' meant... It is ironical... because that was something that they has just discovered and started doing whereas I already did it for about 3 years... I just didn't know it had a name... =P -
I remember I used to get hard ons when I was watching David Boreanaz shirtless scenes from buffy. I was 12, I think. But I didn't start to masturbate until I was… 20. I'm serious.
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Probably I was 11 YO when I did first time
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I didn't know what wanking was but used to get aroused by a sex book/manual that I had found in my dads shed.
I remember sitting in bed reading it (while everyone was out) and being hard but not really touching my dick, I got so aroused by a picture of a hairy chested dude that I came without touching anything… a trick I have rarely managed to perform since...
After that I would 'help' my dick along and stroke it to climax....
