What do you remember about your first orgasm?

[Aussieguy01]

I still remember that day , it was a thursday , i left school coz i had a headache and we had a talent show at school that day , anyway i was playing , i didnt understand it but somehow it just felt right. Then i ejaculated and i ran straight to the shower and washed myself down there for like 20 minutes , i felt so dirty lol , im such a fool looking back on that .

 

[G-Lexington]

Here's a strange twist. I've got an extremely good memory. I remember very specific details from things that happened years, decades ago, even when there's no reason to hold on to those memories. I can relive them certain events in my head in stunning detail.

I have absolutely no recollection of my first orgasm. Except, presumably, I enjoyed it enough to keep at it.

Lex

 

[slobone]

I'm not saying you are, sweetie.

IF this were a thread about getting laid for the first time I could believe it, but
you went all thru your teen years without jacking ??

It's just kind of unusual is all....I don't mean to be confrontational or anything...

Sorry if I'm sounding harsh, I don't mean to...

I tried masturbating a few times, but got nothing for my efforts but raw skin.

I did have a few wet dreams, but I didn't think we were counting those.

And no, I didn't think you were being confrontational. I'm not surprised you're surprised -- it's certainly unusual, although I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person who had that problem...

And I certainly wouldn't have posted it if it was something I was trying to keep a secret.

 

[herenthere]

It was at summer camp, and I was 11, (almost) 12.

Earlier in the day, right before we were going on a long hike, our camp counselor told us we should put some baby powder on our nuts to help absorb the sweat, plus, as he put it, 'it feels good as hell'. And right there in front of us he pulled down his shorts and squeezed a big 'poof' of baby powder right under his underwear, lifting up his nuts for a demo, I suppose.

Thats kind of creepy...a camp counsler behaving like that...
I think you might call him a pedophile..or maybe just a pervert...

 

[pkacrotjs]

i'm honestly embarrased to say I don't remember it or when it was... i think that was part of my general repression of sexuality until I was much older.... **sigh**

 

[Joshua_me]

Thats kind of creepy...a camp counsler behaving like that...
I think you might call him a pedophile..or maybe just a pervert...

Ehh,

Not really.

At least I didn;t perceive it like that at the time... We were 12, all we talked about were our dicks... This was the early 80's, things weren't so 'uptight' back then.

Keep in mind this counselor was kept away from his GF/wife for weeks at a time, so I think he prolly tuned into all the sexual energy going around the cabin at the time....

Hell, he was only about 8 years older than we were at the time.

I think of it as a 'happy' memory, nothing 'sick' or anything.

 

[wundersteve]

I was 12, in a hotel room in Vegas. During the night I had my first wet dream, except it was "dry". It was very intense and the orgasm woke me up. I remember thinking it was a wonderful feeling and must be exclusive to males since it came from the penis (little did I know). I knew what wet dreams were from reading books for adolescents, but I didn't realize this was one.

I had wet dreams a lot as a teen and usually woke up during the climax and enjoyed it.

Yet, I couldn't get the hang of masturbation until in my twenties. I would stroke myself hard but couldn't cross the threshold to ejaculation while awake. I have no idea why.

 

[dynk]

I remember it shooting out of me (age 13, barely), into the priest's mouth. I also remember thinking I am going to hell for having sex with a man, even though I was forced.

 

[Endlight]

I was 13 years old and at scout summer camp.

We were all having dares and one in particular, I lost. The penalty was having to go commando the next day. In the morning when I got my scout shorts on, my mates had me prove I was not wearing underwear. This did not bother me as I had experienced skinny dipping during that summer and was not shy about being naked. During the day, we went on a hike, and I discovered how rough the scout pants were. They were rubbing a bit too hard on my dick for me and as we climbed and jumped over rocks, I could not get rid of my 3/4 erection that was really bothering me. In time the sensation got half pain, half pleasure. With little warning I gushed in my pants and remember the stain showing. I was really embarrassed and tried to stay back from the pack. The scoutmaster gave me hell for not keeping up. When we got back, I went by the river to wash my friendly erection who was quite sticky by then. The rubbing pain lasted almost two days. I was very hesitant to try rubbing my friend again, but thankfully, I got re-acquainted within the week. the rest as they say is history.