First Masturbation - My Story

Do you remember the first time you ever really masturbated? I love reading others' stories, male and female, so I decided to share mine. I remember it very well, almost 50 years later.

I was 15, and it happened at school.  I had signed out of a free study period to go to the library.  After I was done, I didn’t want to go back yet, so on the way I found a quiet bathroom and went into the last stall. I dropped pants and underwear and sat down.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew I could make myself hard, and I knew that felt nice.  I started rocking my dick back and forth between two fingers, tapping the head against my thighs.  Before long, it stood up nice and stiff, so for a while I just gently explored the head with my fingertips, running them around the edge and across the tip, feeling the shape of it.  These first touches felt wonderful, for both my hand and my dick!

I had never really seen myself this way before, and the sight was exciting me even further. My cock looked smooth and hard, so I wrapped my fingers around the shaft to give it a little squeeze.  Once that happened, it was like my hand had a mind of its own.  It started moving up and down, up and down, stroking the loose skin over nerve endings I hadn't felt before. My hand went slowly at first, but I couldn't stop it from going faster and faster. My breathing was getting heavy, like I was running.

I was still looking down at my cock, almost watching from outside myself in addition to the immense new pleasure I was feeling. The head was so shiny and smooth, flushing a deep red.  I was harder than I’d ever been before.  Suddenly, I felt muscles squeezing behind my balls.  My cock started pumping big spurts of hot, white come.  It covered the entire head, and dripped down over my fingers onto my balls. My body was shuddering with release - I can't imagine that I wasn't also moaning out loud. I wasn't paying attention to anything outside of my little bubble of pleasure, but luckily my privacy was still safe.

That first time made a big mess, but it felt so good! Eventually, I cleaned up and returned to my next class. For the rest of the day, I could only concentrate on replaying those feelings in my head and looking forward to my next chance.