I have always had a prurient fascination with the moment when innocence is lost...that sacred instant when people, male and female, experience the first orgasm of their lives. Here I share my story in the hope that you will share yours.
I had an older brother. He had discovered (or had been taught about) masturbation somehow, and felt he had to tell me about it and show me. He pulled down his pants, stroked his thingy a little while, and out came some white stuff. He called it sperm. I remember the smell. I remember being intrigued, though too young to really understand much of what I saw.
After school one Thursday afternoon, I rode my bicycle to my father's apartment, per the arrangements my parents had made for me. Recently divorced, my dad's apartment was small and untidy, but nearby. While he was preparing our dinner, I locked myself in his restroom. I had a seat on his not-so-clean toilet, and did what I needed to do.
While in the bathroom, I noticed a copy of my Dads Opera News magazine on the toilet tank lid. My father was a classical musician, and he kept a number of music themed magazines in there for the times his 48 year old bowels were not cooperative. However, I found myself drawn to a feature story about a new diva opera singer in Milan. There were several photographs of her: Long black dress, her hair in a bun, and the portrait betrayed cleavage Sophia Loren would envy.
Upon seeing the images of this lovely woman, my cock stiffened. At once I remembered what my older brother had demonstrated. I took what I called my pee-pee in hand and attempted to imitate what my brother had done. It didn't take long for things to feel good....really good in fact. I didn't want to stop. I held the Opera News magazine in one hand, and jerked my pee pee with the other. I liked this very much. Then...all of a sudden....muscle contractions below my belly, in my guts, around my anus...and the muscles in my toes contracted too....and then...UUhhh..! Out spurted my own white sperm! The magazine, my left leg, both ankles, and my shoes were now splattered with my sperm.
My state of mind changed from that moment forward. I no longer felt like a little boy. I felt like the world was different for MY WHOLE WORLD had changed. Girls now seemed more necessary, more important, yet I was still completely unable to understand how I might be able to share my new understanding of sperm generation with one. How could I overcome my shyness, fear, church inspired guilt, and concern of pregnancy? Big questions for my mind!
Like many who discover the sublime sensations generated through masturbation, I continue to masturbate every time the opportunity presents itself. My Dads Opera News magazine was replaced by Playboy magazines I borrowed from various stashes I encountered, I was astounded by the hard stuff I saw in Hustler, Penthouse, Oui, and Velvet magazines I acquired during those early years. I later purchased my own magazines at liquor stores in my teens. I would work very hard to keep my stash hidden from my mom. To my knowledge, she never found my main stash, though she did nab a forgotten Playboy once. I was confronted, but not punished.
1993 brought my first America On-line account, and some kind soul there directed me to Usenet newsgroups. The early net did not have all the commercial stuff online now, but newsgroups provided thousands of adult images for free. My 14.4k modem was slow, but it worked! As you are all aware, the ability for masturbators to access the kind of stimulation they seek has only gotten better.
While I have fathered a family, and enjoy married life very much, I must admit that masturbation continues to be a major, if not primary, facet of my sexuality. I still seek to masturbate at every opportunity, and consider myself very, very lucky to have discovered a way to make myself feel so wonderful.
I would like hear about your own journeys from innocence to orgasms.
Thanks in advance.