My first time masturbating
I’ve always written fantasy stories but being on this site made me look back at how my personal masturbation and sexual experience began. Though I did grow up in a conservative Catholic household the topic of masturbation/sex was not talked about. I did learn about sex in school but it wasn’t a topic of discussion even among my boyhood friends, at least in my experience. We talked about girls during sleep overs but not about details. I didn’t have any of the masturbation experiences with friends or family often shared on here.
My discovery of masturbation started first with the usual discovery, among boys and girls, that touching myself made me feel pleasure. Before puberty set in I would rub myself to produce pleasurable sensations, but I didn’t know yet about orgasms or anything like that as an end goal. I did experience wet dreams but my memory is that I was aware of what that was when it started happening. My earliest memory of masturbating is vivid. I was starting puberty and I remember taking a shower and returning to my bedroom with only a towel on. Alone in my room I removed the towel and standing there naked I began to rub myself as I did many times before. From what I can only assume is instinct I remember this particular time I wrapped my fingers around my penis and began properly masturbating.
I stood there in my room masturbating. I felt my penis getting harder in my hand until it was fully erect. The pleasure sensations were particular strong this time. I remember enjoying both the feeling and the act of masturbating. By this age I had already had sex ed but all I knew about a male orgasm was that semen was produced. Obviously school can’t teach you about what orgasms feel like and, like I said before, I never talked about it with friends. So I was pleasantly surprised when the rubbing sensation started sending pulses of pleasure through my body.
I remember walking around my bedroom, all the while stroking, and just doing it in different areas of my bedroom. I don’t remember how long I was masturbating, but I know that no one was the wiser of what I was doing. It wasn’t uncommon for me to spend hours alone in my bedroom so no one would have suspected anything. I continued masturbating with increasing sensations until I felt something different. There was a growing intensity to the pleasure emanating from my crouch spreading out into my legs and abdomen. I could feel my muscles begin to clench. I don’t know what possessed me to grab the towel, perhaps instinct again, but I did just in time.
The pleasure peaked as my muscles clenched and I came into the towel. I stood there with racing heart and trembling hands looking down into the milky cum in the towel. The funny thing is that I knew then what happened and I was glad to know now about masturbation, but it didn’t occur to me to wash the towel before putting it into the hamper. I know my Mom would never have mentioned anything even if she discovered it when she did the laundry but I’ve never known if she did. I have older brothers so maybe it was common. Lol. Even though my parents were conservative we were allowed privacy in our bedrooms. The only ever rule when it came to anything sexual was that we could not have porn (this was before the internet) or be alone with a girl in our bedrooms. We were allowed to do whatever we wanted so long as it was not in the house. Obviously masturbation was easier to get away with than sex, though I never attempted the latter at home. So that’s my first masturbation experience. Thank you for reading.
Author:Acco1928 | Category: Masturbation Male Solo
