I remember playing with my penis when I was young and still in a stroller. I pulled it out one time to play with in a public mall. I'm sure my parents were embarrassed but I didn't know any better. And I played with a lot at a young age, because why not? It felt good.
Then one day when I was 11 in the shower, I was cleaning it off and that sensation felt REALLY good. I was rubbing it getting the soap off. Then I decided to just keep rubbing it in that way which led to this feeling like I had to pee so I quickly shut the water off and jump out to go over to the toilet, confused why I didn't have to pee anymore. Anyway, that's the first time I truly masturbated. And I had dry orgasms like that for a while before one day I accidentally shot semen onto my shirt because I was so used to nothing coming out that when something DID come out, it surprised me.
Its a normal part of a male's existence. Better than urinating for sure.
Brilliant! An entirely normal and usual journey of self-discovery for a young human male. I laughed at hearing that you surprised yourself with your first real load of ejaculate, but it was definitely a laugh of recognition on my part. That "surprise" happens to all of us at one time or another. Interestingly, I had that happen as a complete surprise as I was lying on my back suckling a young woman's beautiful nipples, and i ejaculated without ever touching myself -- an amazing and wonderful experience! (She liked it, too ;-)
Yeah that load fired quick and no warning that it was coming. And then it was just all over my shirt. That was annoying. Felt good up until that point though. I've never ejaculated without touching myself though. I'd honestly be a little disappointed because touching yourself and having that buildup leading up to the ejaculation (and of course the ejaculation itself) is my favorite part
I agree! Getting there is a large part of the pleasure of the experience, of course. But we are programmed, I think, to value the prize more than the journey, since THAT ensures the continuation of the species. Either way, the first time we cum is a pivotal moment in our crossing that threshold from nascent childhood into the amazing, wonderful, terrifying world of our adult sexuality.
That is a good point. The ejaculation is kinda the important part of the whole thing for that reason, that ensures the continuation of the species. You're right. I always see masturbation like fireworks. The whole experience is fun, but the finale is the part you remember the most.
Very nicely put -- thank you! I would imagine that most young guys, in particular, are focused on the "finale", that ejaculation of their sperm. It's only as they mature that they come to appreciate the "getting there" a little more. And of course, so many particular things, peculiar to each individual, can light the fuse on that exquisitely universal fireworks show. Understanding those things that mean something to another's pleasure is what makes us better lovers, I think.
When I was young, I appreciated the "getting there" part simply because I didn't know about the "finale". Now as I've gotten older, I got split on the two parts and it depends on my mood. Do I want to masturbate to "get it out of my system"? Or do I want to masturbate because I want to experience the joys my penis has to offer in its entirety? It's a very 50-50 split. But I very much prefer the latter. When I masturbate, I want to experience the whole thing. The days that a single stroke makes my entire body quiver, those are the best days.
Probably around 12 or 13. I had a best friend in school when I was in 8th grade. His parents rented a house by the beach for the summer and he asked me to go along. It was great. We went to the beach and played games. Every day we were trying to pick up girls on the boardwalk. One night we went to bed and I felt a hand on my penis. I didn’t move and then it was so soft and good feeling. I realized he put his mouth on it and I was ecstatic. I got hard and turned away pretending I was sleeping. I wish I would have kept it up. You knew where that was going.
back in the 60's I went to an all boys school, the fetish style was to wear school shorts as short as possible, most of us had a two inch inseam, so lots of bare thighs, which I found turned me on. Anyway if I thought a boy was cute - usually fresh faced with floppy hair I especially wanted to be friends and if the feeling was mutual that then lead to mutual masturbation. Usually in the woods going home from school, or at home and on holidays wherever we could be alone. I really enjoyed being rubbed until I shot my load, and remember all those sticky hands and the smell of semen. I never thought of myself as Gay it was just good hanging onto a cute boy while he rubbed my penis and then did the same to him, there was something close and good about it. I later married and have two children but from time to time if I see a good looking boy in short shorts I feel that old sensation in my balls, perhaps I'm a bit bi - sexual who knows, I think we should enjoy all we can as long as no one is getting hurt by it.
I must have been a late starter a boy at school showed me how he wanked I was amazed at the white stuff that came out of his penis. I started doing soon after and do it every day since
I too had a friend at school who in physics lessons would sit next to me and put his hand in my pocket which had a hole in it. He would stroke my penis it felt great but I never came. We sometimes wold go into the disabled toilet and take out pants off and rub our penises together. I never co side red we were gay. At 16 I got erections and would masturbate until one night I came it was amazing. I have been masturbating every day since and I am 76. Great feelings
I started masturbating when I was 16. My mother had talked to me about it so I tried stroking my penis. Just before I was 17 I had my first orgasm it was amazing. I carried on masturbating most days until I got married at 22. My wife did not like penetration sex so she used to masturbate my 4 or 5 times a week. She said she enjoyed doing me. I found I did not need to masturbate myself. That was until I got a new job a couple of hundred miles from home and stayed in a rented room. I then started masturbating myself most nights and enjoyed it so much I started masturbating in the toilets at work in the lunch time. I have carried on masturbating myself now even though we are back together in a new house. I do it first thing in the morning after my wife has got up and then again usually at work. I find it an amazing thing to do and enjoy every time.
That's quite a journey of self-discovery! I'm glad you have found some balance of a sort, and are able to enjoy the act each time you feel the need.
Whether you are actually "bisexual" or not, it certainly sounds like you are open and aware of your sensuality on many levels. I applaud your clear-headed approach to acknowledging your sexual tastes.