How did you learn about masturbation ?

[jbrown329]

My mother.

 

[jockofstrap]

As boys growing up there was the subject of sex after all our hormones were telling us things are going to happen, pubic hair begins to appears, your balls drop. We talk abut sex but to me it rite of puberty. One summer morning woke up felt the need to take my cock in hand and get to know it up close and personal. With in few minutes felt the erotic and sensual pleasure as piss head opened to deliver on my chest this warm creamy stuff from here to be called cum.

 

[jbrown329]

I already knew how to masturbate when this happened. My brother and I shared a bedroom. It happened when I was 13. He thought I was asleep. I wasn't. I could hear him jacking off. I got hard as a rock. I then masturbated. But I did it quietly. How? You pinch your frenum between your thumb and index finger. then rub. Takes awhile, but it usually ends up being an explosive cum.

 

[Kyanimal]

I'm a Preacher's Kid, so I grew up moving every 3 to 5yr. Each move was to a bigger village, town, city, as Dad was promoted, and, sometimes, it was really difficult to leave my friends behind, and make new ones. At the age of 12, after 6th grade had started, we'd moved to our fourth assignment, and I was missing my buds, and the village, that we'd left. It was one of the most traumatic moves I ever endured.

The following summer, instead of taking me with the family to Annual Conference, my parents made arrangements for me to go back to where we'd moved from, and stay with one of the congregation's families for a week. The "problem" was that family didn't live in the village, but rather out on a farm in the hills. And, though I certainly knew them, and they lived in beautiful country, I wasn't going to be in town with my old group of friends!

I wasn't exactly looking forward to it, but it turned out to be one of the greatest weeks of my young life.

Their only son, of four kids, was a year younger than me, and hadn't been a part of my social group. I only knew him from seeing him at church. I wasn't sure how we'd get along. What followed exceeded all of my expectations.

Their house wasn't all that big, so it was arranged that "Richie", and I, would be staying in a tent, that could sleep four, in one of the fields, up the hill. And, just to be sure we'd be O.K., his dad would be joining us. That only happened on the first night, though. I guess his dad figured we'd be alright without him, or simply preferred sleeping in his own bed, with his wife.

That first night, after supper, everyone watched a bit of T.V., then "Richie" and I were sent out to the tent. His dad would follow later.

Once in the tent, we both stripped down to our "tighty whities", without hesitation, and snuggled down into our sleeping bags. "Richie" was a taller, lanky, hairless boy, and I'd already begun to grow some fur. That had been observed in the beams of our flashlights, without comment.

I'm not sure who started the "show me yours, and I'll show you mine" game. I think it was "Richie", but it might have been me, playing on my limited experiences at Scout camp.

In any case, we both ended up laying on top of our sleeping bags, showing off our young raging boners, and then scampered back into out sleeping bags, when we heard his dad approaching, and pretended to be asleep.

When we woke up the next morning, his dad was already gone. We got dressed, and headed down to house for breakfast.

Since I was there, "Richie" had been excused from most of his usual chores. We spent that entire week getting naked in the woods, swinging from vines, peeing in the creek, and climbing trees to poop from overhanging branches. Natural stuff like that, wagging our boners in the Summer breeze, showing off.

Though we were being Naughty, we didn't really have a clue what we were doing, other than having forbidden FUN. We never touched each other, just observed, and got Harder.

At one point, we were sunning, naked, on a rock, and "Richie" mentioned that a guy, the next farm over, had once showed him about tugging on his dick, saying it felt good. Then he showed me what he was talking about, began jerking, and suggested I should try it, too.

I was probably being too intense, using too hard of a grip, not knowing the nuances of jacking off. It wasn't anything I'd tried before. It wasn't working. We both gave up after a while. Neither of us understood the point. All we knew was that is was FUN to be naked, and being Boned, like to the extent of it hurting, so good.

By the way, "Richie's" dick was longer than mine. His shaft was slimmer, but his cut dickhead was bigger. He seemed to be fascinated that I was growing pubes, chest, and pit hair, and he wasn't, yet.

A month, or so, later, I was home alone, laying on the floor, watching T.V., in just a bathrobe. I was thinking back to my naked week with "Richie", and began pulling on my dick, like he'd shown me.

Perhaps I was using a gentler touch. Maybe I was generating more subtle friction on my glans. Possibly I was also grabbing, and rolling, my tightened balls.

In any case, a new Warm feeling began welling up in my crotch, all of the muscles in my body suddenly needed stretching, my toes were curling, and uncontrollable spasms were wracking my entire body.

Jets of a whitish, gooey, fluid were suddenly erupting from my pee hole! It was flying Everywhere! On the carpet, on the inside of my robe, on my thigh, all over my hands! WTF??!!

I thought I'd broken something! Though it felt SO Good, I had NO idea what had just happened! That part hadn't been part of "Richie's" teaching!

I headed for the downstairs half-bath, and proceeded to clean up all the "evidence" with at least half a roll of toilet paper. I was also feeling a bit sick to my stomach. I didn't understand what I'd just done, or what had happened to me!

I proceed to go directly up to my bed, no passing "Go", no collecting $200!

It took me a few weeks, cautiously approaching the subject with my new friends, to finally figure out what was going on.

Since then, I began sleeping naked, often petting my dick to explosion. I pity my poor Mom, who never said anything, about the "stiff" laundry she was suddenly doing.

 

[jbrown329]

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Since then, I began sleeping naked, often petting my dick to explosion. I pity my poor Mom, who never said anything, about the "stiff" laundry she was suddenly doing.

I'd guess most mothers are like that. My mom never said a word to me.

 

[gsdx]

Despite having 4 older brothers, I 'discovered' masturbation all by myself. Later, orgasms became a delightful side effect.

 

[Rickrock]

I don't remember how or when I first learned how to masturbate, it was probably from kids talking around school. I do remember being scared the first time I had a wet dream.