From: an74503@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri, 24 Jun 1994 11:30:18 UTC
Subject: REPOST: 1st Time Masturbation

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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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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