JohnOne
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Mar 23, 2002
- Posts
- 441
Here's something that I thought would make an intereting thread: Tell us about the very first time you masturbated.
Here's my story (originally posted on another thread):
Even though it doesn't directly deal with fantasies, yet in keeping with the historical theme with which I began, it seems like it would be appropriate to tell you about my first masturbation experience. (I suppose that could even be a thread of its own if someone else hasn't already started one). Anyway, I remember that I was in 7th grade. The first I had ever heard of masturbation was, believe it or not, in Sunday school a week or two earlier. I had to ask what "masturbation" meant. For whatever reason, one day I happened to be alone in my bedroom - I don't remember if it was just after a shower or what - but I remember that I had a spontaneous erection. I hadn't been thinking about sex, but "Einstein" (as I've since come to call my penis) apparently thought it was time I started thinking about it. Anyway, I guess I just decided to go with it. I remember looking around the room for things that I could stick it in, but couldn't find anything. Finally, without even consciously intending to masturbate or do anything of that nature, I folded my pillow in half, layed down on the bed on my side and put my erect penis between the folds of the pillow. That's when I got a big surprise.
To begin with, you need to understand, that at that point I had no clue that sex would involve "moving". The concept of in and out motion just wasn't there. I guess, I just pictured some microscopic something-or-other sort of leaking out without the man even being aware that anything at all had happened: Kind of like catching someone's cold. Instead, the moment I put my penis in the pillow, my body, involuntarily began to hump the pillow. I mean it, I had no control over what was happening! It probably took less than 30 seconds before I felt my penis pulsing with contractions. I remember that it actually scared me. I got up and got dressed, convinced that I would never do anything like that again. I also noticed that something wet had actually come out of my penis onto the pillow. So, for the first time I realized that semen was something tangible that could actually be seen and felt (I definitely felt something when it came out!)
The next day, as I thought about what had happened, it occured to me that this was the way it was supposed to be. Something was "supposed" to come out of the man's body and enter the woman's body. The fact that I lost control of my body, I figured, was just the way it happened. And I remembered how fantastic it felt. Nothing had ever made me that excited. So, when I got the chance I did the pillow thing again with the same involuntary loss of control, but this time I wasn't afraid and just enjoyed it. I have been a compulsive masturbator ever since then. Due to my religious upbringing, which told me that sexual "sin" was the most shameful sin that could be comitted, I had tremendous guilt every time after I masturbated all throughout high school and into my later twenties; but no amount of guilt could suppress Mother Nature's call for very long. From that first day until now I have never gone more than 14 days without an orgasm; and on the two occassions that I managed that, I was really struggling to be "good". Of course, the result of each of those periods of sexual fasting was that when I finally did give in, it felt incredible!
It will be interesting to see if anyone manages to wade through this long-winded post. But I have to admit, I really loved talking about it. Thanks for a place to talk and a cyber-ear to listen LipstickKitten.
Now, I would love to hear about other's experiences, especially all you women out there.
Here's my story (originally posted on another thread):
Even though it doesn't directly deal with fantasies, yet in keeping with the historical theme with which I began, it seems like it would be appropriate to tell you about my first masturbation experience. (I suppose that could even be a thread of its own if someone else hasn't already started one). Anyway, I remember that I was in 7th grade. The first I had ever heard of masturbation was, believe it or not, in Sunday school a week or two earlier. I had to ask what "masturbation" meant. For whatever reason, one day I happened to be alone in my bedroom - I don't remember if it was just after a shower or what - but I remember that I had a spontaneous erection. I hadn't been thinking about sex, but "Einstein" (as I've since come to call my penis) apparently thought it was time I started thinking about it. Anyway, I guess I just decided to go with it. I remember looking around the room for things that I could stick it in, but couldn't find anything. Finally, without even consciously intending to masturbate or do anything of that nature, I folded my pillow in half, layed down on the bed on my side and put my erect penis between the folds of the pillow. That's when I got a big surprise.
To begin with, you need to understand, that at that point I had no clue that sex would involve "moving". The concept of in and out motion just wasn't there. I guess, I just pictured some microscopic something-or-other sort of leaking out without the man even being aware that anything at all had happened: Kind of like catching someone's cold. Instead, the moment I put my penis in the pillow, my body, involuntarily began to hump the pillow. I mean it, I had no control over what was happening! It probably took less than 30 seconds before I felt my penis pulsing with contractions. I remember that it actually scared me. I got up and got dressed, convinced that I would never do anything like that again. I also noticed that something wet had actually come out of my penis onto the pillow. So, for the first time I realized that semen was something tangible that could actually be seen and felt (I definitely felt something when it came out!)
The next day, as I thought about what had happened, it occured to me that this was the way it was supposed to be. Something was "supposed" to come out of the man's body and enter the woman's body. The fact that I lost control of my body, I figured, was just the way it happened. And I remembered how fantastic it felt. Nothing had ever made me that excited. So, when I got the chance I did the pillow thing again with the same involuntary loss of control, but this time I wasn't afraid and just enjoyed it. I have been a compulsive masturbator ever since then. Due to my religious upbringing, which told me that sexual "sin" was the most shameful sin that could be comitted, I had tremendous guilt every time after I masturbated all throughout high school and into my later twenties; but no amount of guilt could suppress Mother Nature's call for very long. From that first day until now I have never gone more than 14 days without an orgasm; and on the two occassions that I managed that, I was really struggling to be "good". Of course, the result of each of those periods of sexual fasting was that when I finally did give in, it felt incredible!
It will be interesting to see if anyone manages to wade through this long-winded post. But I have to admit, I really loved talking about it. Thanks for a place to talk and a cyber-ear to listen LipstickKitten.
Now, I would love to hear about other's experiences, especially all you women out there.
