How did you learn to masturbate?

[Nickt11]

12 at school in toilets me and mate rubbed our cocks together. Then started by myself rubbing it until i came to my suprise. From then on it's one of the best things around

 

[CurtisMacD]

I think I was 11 or 12. An older boy in my neighborhood (probably 16) showed me how. It started a 2 to 3 times a day habit.

 

[Audio Tech]

It's kind of funny that I'm not the only one that stumbled across masturbation in the bath tub.

I love the water, so I'd enjoy laying in the tub on my stomach, sometimes holding my breath as long as possible. One day I was sort of sliding around and it felt extra good. So I went with it. Next thing I knew I came for the first time. I freaked out because I thought I broke the damn thing!

After I calmed down a bit I started to think about the feeling and decided to try breaking it again.
I forgot exactly how old I was, but it was just at puberty. Maybe 13 for me.

And so started a lifetime hobby of trial and exploration.

 

[bangthisbi]

I was 14 and spending the night at a friend's house. It was really hot that night and he thought we would stay cool if we were naked. My clothes were off in a flash. My pillow and blanket were set up on the floor next to his bed and that's where I released my first load. I was totally naked on top of the covers knowing he was naked in bed right above me. I started to think about climbing into his bed with him and I got rock hard. I rubbed my cock pretending it was his. It was such a good feeling that I couldn't stop. It wasn't long before I starting feeling really good and blew cum all over myself. I rubbed my own cum all over my chest and stomach and started to stroke my cock instead of rubbing it like I was before. At this point, I thought about sneaking up and putting my mouth on my friend's cock. I imagined giving him a blowjob and swallowing his cum. That good feeling came back and I shot another load on myself. I couldn't stop thinking about being so close to a naked cock and the stroking continued. For the third round, I imagined climbing in bed with him and getting on my hands and knees. The thought of him putting his hard dick inside me and fucking my ass was the biggest turn on yet. I was cumming for the third time and I really wanted to share it with him, but I never said a word to him. I fell asleep covered in cum and woke up firzt thing in the morning naked and still wanting my friend to fuck me. I went home early and shot straight to the bathroom. I got on my knees, imagined sucking a big cock and jerked off until I came. Next, I was on my hands and knees again with my hard cock in hand. I rocked back and forth wishing I was being fucked in the ass and load number five shot out. Five loads in about 8 hours. Not bad for a rookie.
I still jerk off thinking about sucking cock and getting fucked. Why stop a good thing? Instead of my own cum, I want to be covered with someone else's cum. I think I'll go jerk off thinking about it.
I love masturbation.

 

[Puddle]

I was 11 or 12, I think. I was reading some erotic fiction (not sure how I found it, but whatever), and I guess instinctively started rubbing my erection (something else I didn't understand at the time). Before long, I suddenly felt like I needed to pee, and ran to the toilet. Before I could make it, I'd already ejaculated (not sure if it was in my hands or my shorts). It wasn't pleasurable at all because I had no idea what the hell happened, and that Sticky White Stuff freaked me out. I tried it again a while later, decided it couldn't be so bad since I didn't die or anything, and... yeah, the rest is history.

 

[Musik2400]

In grade 9 we were doing "stretches" and "flexibility exercises" in the first week of wrestling in gym class. One of the exercises involved lying on our back, and attempting to put our feet on the ground behind our head. I could do it fairly easily, and it made me wonder if it could be.... useful.

At the time I didn't realize I was gay, but I went home and did the same thing in my bedroom as from gymclass... only naked. I managed to suck myself off, and did so for about the first half dozen times I ever ejaculated. When my back started to hurt I realized I could make myself cum with my hand.

 

[Saybrooke]

When I was four, my best friend (also four) showed me how. We would also give each other bjs not knowing what it was lol

 

[Desire]

I learned by accident. I was probably 11-12 at that time. And I was in my room, it was on a school night, because I rememeber Mom yelling all over the house to brush our teeth. SO I was just a rebellious kid, and waited till later. ANYWAYS, I was in my room, I was looking at a porn magazing, because I was curious on how I would look like at an older age. I saw boobs, pussy in women. (turn on started) and I started to get a woody. And I pulled my shorts down to my ankles, and just humped my bed, l0l. And then I noticed a naked man, with an extremely huge cock. I was like, (wow, am I going to get that big, and that hairy?) I kept humping my bed, and I started to feel weird. I felt as if I needed to piss. And I just kept moving my hips up and down. And I felt the feeling of exploding. I got up, and I looked down at my dick, and ejaculated all over my stomach, and the "dirty" magazine. I didn't know what happend. I thought my "pee" dried up or turned into goo. I was confused. I was so scared Mom would find out about the gooey sheets, and she would get the belt and whip me. haha.. so I decided to be a good boy and help Mommy with the laundry, and sneaking the sheets in there when she wasn't looking. I even got a woody thinking about my confusing encounter. She noticed, and told me what I have growing there. I said it was a rock. I was so embarressed ..

but yes, I found out all on me own.

 

[jjonn3]

I was 14 and spending the night at a friend's house.

Amazing how often buddies find excuses to suggest being naked!

We all are curious kids!

 

[bankside]

It was hard at first but eventually it came naturally. I stuck with it.

 

[Latimer]

I was thirteen. The first two days of my first year at a Catholic boy's school were given over to a retreat run by an Irish priest. When three years later we were assigned to read Joyce's "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man", it seemed that the sermon that had closed that retreat was straight out of a similar retreat described in the third chapter of "Portrait", with its emphasis on death, judgement and hell. Particularly hell. But above all else an ETERNITY in hell. The description of eternity was and remains about as terrifying a passage as I've ever heard or read. And what would warrant this eternity of pain? Well, our priest emphasized one activity and one only, and though he never uttered the word, I think we all got the message: masturbation.

So I began to think: if this priest is so intent on discouraging us from masturbating, I'd like to understand what the big deal is. Perhaps I should try it, if only once. Besides, there's little chance I'll soon die and suffer eternal damnation, and I can confess it next chance I get.

The following Sunday evening I went for a swim, doing a series of sprints. Afterwards, as I toweled off in front of the full length mirror in my bathroom, gazing upon and marveling at my still-pumped muscles, I had an immediate and strong erection. I began to stroke my chest, abs and upper thighs, and finally-- though not without some hesitation--my cock, all the while admiring my reflection.
The whole experience was so phenomenally pleasurable I tried to prolong it as long as possible, stopping periodically to stroke only my torso, buttocks, balls and thighs, but finally and inevitably I came, and it was fantastic-- beyond all expectations.

So the next night I thought, I'd like to try it again, but I really shouldn't--after all, I had said I'd only do it once. An experiment. Really only an experiment. And then I wondered: was it truly as good as I remembered it? Will it be as good a second time? And so I concluded that I really did need to verify the prior evening's experiment.

The third evening unfolded similarly, as did the fourth and fifth. After that I could no longer tell myself I was experimenting, other than trying different strokes, positions, poses and lubes. In due time I discovered my butt hole, first stroking and even fingering it as well...and not only was I jerking off once a day--often it was morning and evening also.

Man, do I love my cock and the good times it brings me!

 

[SLOPPYSECONDS]

no idea climbin trees no thinkin need
coconut trees make good slings

thankyou

 

[bankside]

I was thirteen. The first two days of my first year at a Catholic boy's school were given over to a retreat run by an Irish priest. When three years later we were assigned to read Joyce's "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man", it seemed that the sermon that had closed that retreat was straight out of a similar retreat described in the third chapter of "Portrait", with its emphasis on death, judgement and hell. Particularly hell. But above all else an ETERNITY in hell. The description of eternity was and remains about as terrifying a passage as I've ever heard or read. And what would warrant this eternity of pain? Well, our priest emphasized one activity and one only, and though he never uttered the word, I think we all got the message: masturbation.

So I began to think: if this priest is so intent on discouraging us from masturbating, I'd like to understand what the big deal is. Perhaps I should try it, if only once. Besides, there's little chance I'll soon die and suffer eternal damnation, and I can confess it next chance I get.

The following Sunday evening I went for a swim, doing a series of sprints. Afterwards, as I toweled off in front of the full length mirror in my bathroom, gazing upon and marveling at my still-pumped muscles, I had an immediate and strong erection. I began to stroke my chest, abs and upper thighs, and finally-- though not without some hesitation--my cock, all the while admiring my reflection.
The whole experience was so phenomenally pleasurable I tried to prolong it as long as possible, stopping periodically to stroke only my torso, buttocks, balls and thighs, but finally and inevitably I came, and it was fantastic-- beyond all expectations.

So the next night I thought, I'd like to try it again, but I really shouldn't--after all, I had said I'd only do it once. An experiment. Really only an experiment. And then I wondered: was it truly as good as I remembered it? Will it be as good a second time? And so I concluded that I really did need to verify the prior evening's experiment.

The third evening unfolded similarly, as did the fourth and fifth. After that I could no longer tell myself I was experimenting, other than trying different strokes, positions, poses and lubes. In due time I discovered my butt hole, first stroking and even fingering it as well...and not only was I jerking off once a day--often it was morning and evening also.

Man, do I love my cock and the good times it brings me!

That was a hot personal history. By any chance did the priest ask you to repeat the story?