All right guys... "The First Time You Jerked Off"

[riff]

I was a sheltered child. Totally innocent and naive. I have a brother 3 years elder. Never taught me squat- but....

I'll never for get in the 6th grade I found a magazine, Penthouse, and it was the first time I had been alone with such a magazine in my life.

Wow... that strange feeling.... I looked at the image of a brown-haired woman, of course she was pretty, but my eyes were drawn to.....

Do you remember the first time you had a good look at a woman's charms? My mother was a nurse and had an anatomy text that displayed in quite graphic detail the external female genitalia and I could name all the parts... but this was totally different.

Gates of heaven? Portals of Venus? It was deisre, but it felt like sin. My dick got hard.

About 3 months later we moved to Florida and as the house was being finished we had to stay in a hotel. In the sauna one afternoon I found another Penthouse. There were six of us in a 2 room suite. (You can imagine: Mom, Dad, 2 males of 15 and 12 and two females of 11 and 2).

I think I was supposed to be taking a shower but I could not get the image of this woman out of my head. And my dick was hard. I touched it. It felt good. I rubbed it. It felt better. I spit in my hand and rubbed more.

When I climaxed I had no idea what had happened but it felt goddamned good (I said "goddamned") and I had no idea what had happened. I quivered.

The rest is history. His story.

Next- "Getting Caught"

 

[TN_Vixen]

you had to know I was going to answer this thread, hmm?

See, this is the stuff I should be hearing about. hehe

Now, question is.. why did you spit on your hand when you were in the shower with the slippery soap? Nice mental image, that.

like the reference to Pulp Fiction. *wink*

WHAT HAPPENED MEN? Are you not going to contribute to this thread? How disappointing.

 

[Ambrosious]

I was 4...

I think...

 

[Xander]

I honestly cant remember. It's SO many years ago.

 

[Guest]

I was 11. And no, Nightlight, this didn't involve panties... yet.
Had gone to bed one night, sleeping face down, and the next thing I knew -- whammo -- random hard-on.

Well, this continued intermitently over the next several nights, and gradually I realized that if I kinda caressed it on the sheets, in a humping motion, it felt really good. Until one night, if started to feel really, really good... and suddenly I came. But I didn't know that I had cum. All I knew, is that the sheets were wet, and I felt great.

The rest, as they say, is history. Been doing it ever since, and I love it.

 

[Bushido71XS]

Last Night.



Oh wait a second, you wanted to know the First time I did it.


7th Grade

 

[Cheyenne]

7th Grade

Definitely not enough detail to the answer. BZZZZZT.. not accepted, try again!

 

[riff]

you had to know I was going to answer this thread, hmm?

See, this is the stuff I should be hearing about. hehe

Now, question is.. why did you spit on your hand when you were in the shower with the slippery soap? Nice mental image, that.

like the reference to Pulp Fiction. *wink*

WHAT HAPPENED MEN? Are you not going to contribute to this thread? How disappointing.

Well, I was supposed to be in the shower... the water was running and I was sitting on the toilet. I can assure you that it wasn't long before I discovered the miracle of soap. (I'll never forget overhearing my mother saying she couldn't believe how quickly the shampoo was disappearing..

 

[Aaron26]

.....

 

[Thumper]

"hey Wayne, I feel kinda funny! Ya know, like climbin the rope in gym class"

Am I the only one??? We had a firemans pole in our backyard that I would climb. One day, BANG! It hit me. (I was probably 5 or 6). I had the toughest abs on the block from climbing that pole 50 times a day! It must have been a combination of the friction along with the strong pull on the abdominal muscles, but WOW were they incredible and fast! (Try it, you'll love it!)

Interesting thing though, and I'm curious if this is the same for others: I never ejaculated until years later. I had hundreds of definate, explosive orgasms, but only started cumming when I was 10 or 11. Scared the begeebees out of me when it happened! (I was in the tub and the sucker shot me in the face!)

Anyway, thats more than I'VE ever told anyone before!!!!

Thank God...can you imagine trying to explain why you are glued to the pole?

First time? It sounds like fun I think I will try it tonight in the shower...Isabella just gave me something to think about!

 

[Isabella Thorne]

I will try it tonight in the shower...Isabella just gave me something to think about!

hee hee Thumper baby ... I am so there ....

 

[Thumper]

Outta my hands...

If you were Isabella, I wouldn't have to do it myself hehehe

 

[Voyeur2cu]

I was 10 and home alone. I rummaged through my fathers dresser and found two packages of black and white photos of naked women. I went to my room and pulled my cock out of my pants. I laid on the bed and stroked my cock while I looked at the pictures and imagined seeing them in the flesh.I'll always remember that first orgasm.

 

[Curious Guy]

What, you guys jerk off? Won't that make you go blind?

 

[Juliangel]

Come on guys there are a few of you out there that I would love to read the stories from. Tell all.......please.....pretty please with a cherries on top.

 

[Expertise]

I was about 12 and was reading a book that I had liberated from a freind of mines dad. The book was about a movie (the name of which escapes me) starring George C. Scott where his daughter runs away frrom home and is lured in to the porno industry.

I got extremely hard while I was reading it and started rubbing my cock through my shorts after what did't seem like very long BAM orgasm and a huge wet spot.... after getting over the fear/elation/ excitement I thought geeze if it feels that good through nylon....by the end of the afternoon I had brought vaseline in to play and was on my way to a new adolescent hobby

 

[Juliangel]

The book was about a movie (the name of which escapes me) starring George C. Scott where his daughter runs away frrom home and is lured in to the porno industry.

The movie was called Hardcore I believe.

Yep just double checked from 1979 also called The Hardcore Life.

[Edited by Juliangel on 12-27-2000 at 03:15 PM]

 

[Guest]

Older woman

 

[Wil_E_Harden]

Randall was the biggest ...

... kid in class at the age of 13. He looked like a famous country music and movie star, was about 6 feet tall and lived down the street with his divorced Mom. She was a stone fox but of course to his crowd she seemed an Ancient of Days, so we young pups missed out on a grown-up hottie who was only about 31. We did not see her all that much as a rule, since she worked days.

One afternoon a group of the guys, maybe6 or 7, decided to hike up the street to the cattle ranch stock pond. It was a pretty good-sized small lake set in a deep crater surrounded by trees and fairly thick brush (today it's the water hazard at the 17th hole in a tony part of north Dallas). There was a small boat shed there we often invaded, and sometimes we took the boat out and fished. But first we had to go fetch Randall.

It was my turn to go persuade him to leave the house and go up to the lake with us. His Mom had pretty tough rules about staying at home after school, and he was a very respectful son. He had chores every day, anyhow, before he settled down to snack on some fresh pastry she made for him and left in different hiding places to make finding the goodies more fun. When I knocked on the door he didn't answer.

Well, maybe it was good luck time and I'd surprise him in the kitchen having his snack. If it was one of her pieces of choclate cake I would genuinely be glad of Randall's good manners, he'd share even if he was big enough to make about three of skinny me. But no Randall. I began nosing around the house, figuring on catching him making the beds - he taught me how to make a roll bolster out of pillows under the topcovers - but no Randall. I was headed toward the front door and the pond without him when I heard a noise in the hall bathroom. His house was just the same as our tract home, only mirror-backwards.

I didn't hang out long when I peered around the corner and looked through the slightly ajar bathroom door. He had himself in hand, and himself was some regal sceptre to my unschooled eye, pulling at it the way Grandpa used to work the pump handle out the kitchen door. I thought he was in pain or something, he was making a lot of noise. The main feature I cared about was how much hair he had down there. I would discover I was the last of our group to show any of that stuff.

(Ain't it amazing how you hope and hope for a nice batch of pubes, grow up and shave them all off?)

I raced out the front, slamming the door behind me. Right smartly Randall was out there, too, looking for whoever dared come into the house without knocking or howdy-ing at least. He didn't look like he was hurt, wasn't limping or anything, his clothes were on OK so he wasn't upset about them too tight over a sore spot. We chivvied him into snitching the key from the flowerpot, locking up, and hiking along to the boathouse.

I was the last one in. The guys were all shouting and yelling. Randall had opened his pants to piss in the water next to the boat. He was still tumescent from being interrupted, I realize now, but at the time it was one heck of a shock. He had a firehose. All the other guys were opening their pants to see how they compared to the George Washington of the eighth grade. I didn't want to join them, feeling it was a ridiculous exercise, and also not wanting to be discovered as the only one without any hair down there.

Then they all began jerking off. I had no idea what they were doing. I had never even heard of this activity, by any name, nor did they give the game a name at the time. Of course if I wasn't to be teased by them I had to imitate the action. It wasn't a difficult game to learn.

The objective was to see who got off first, and engage in a kind of spitting contest. The winner was he who shot the most and the farthest. By the time my turn to complete the competition arrived, I was much too engaged in the unique and amazing sensations to pay any attention whatsoever.

Randall was the winner. His stream marked the side of the little rowboat a couple of yards away. Apparently a fair volume had also decorated the water's surface briefly. The rest of us distributed our vital natural essences in varying amounts and distances. At least on this score I was not the last - that dubious honor belonged to Chunky, a kid true to his name who also had the smallest wiggler in our pathetic collection of fishing worms.

Not long after that we moved to another place, far, far away. Just as well, I recall thinking on the few occasions I brought the event to mind. Who could grow up with any kind of a self-image with Randall in the neighborhood?

 

[Wil_E_Harden]

Hey, we showed you OURS ....

.... now you show us YOURS.

C'mon, we've told our secrets in public. My brother (who was in that little gang at the boathouse) threatened for decades to tell about that day. It worked as blackmail until one befuddled night I realized I could use the same thing on HIM.

Nahh, he didn't care.

So, come on, keep this one going!