This is the true story of my first time masturbating.
I’ve always enjoyed reading first-time stories posted here and today I want to share mine. It's all true and happened exactly as described. I hope you like it.
It was May 1995, and I was 14 years old. I had no idea if I was already going through puberty or not. Up until then, I hadn't noticed any particular changes in myself. I didn't have wet dreams, no morning erections, and I hadn't even tried to masturbate yet. Good heavens, I didn't even know how to start. I did hear some guys in my class talking about jerking off or masturbating. But I had no idea what they were talking about, and the whole topic was completely foreign to me.
It must have been some holiday, because I was visiting my grandmother. My mother's 24-year-old brother also lived there at the time. I was hanging out in his room when I was overcome with sheer boredom because I was all alone.
So I started rummaging through his closets. Social conventions like privacy didn't exist for me back then.
In one of the cabinets was a large box crammed full of cassette tapes. I remember it was yellow with a transparent lid. I'd seen the box many times before, but I'd never really looked at its contents. The reason was that there was always a large stack of heavy books on top of it. But since, as I mentioned, I was particularly bored that day, I decided to unpack the books one by one. Finally, I was able to pull the heavy box of tapes out of the cabinet. When I looked back, I froze for a moment.
Before me lay a stack of the finest porn magazines I'd ever seen. The covers were made of glossy paper, and on the cover, right at the top—I remember it like it was yesterday—was a photo of Sarah Young and her enormous breasts.
My cock slowly began to grow harder.
I took the entire stack out and began to leaf through them one by one. I was always careful to keep the order straight so as not to leave any traces.
It wasn't the first time I'd seen magazines with naked women. I'd already found such things in my parents' closet previously. They were harmless, but even then I was fascinated by looking at these women's bare breasts. I enjoyed imagining myself doing things with these women, even though I didn't have a clear idea of what those things might be.
But the things the women in these magazines were doing, I'd never seen before. It was on a whole different level.
My cock grew harder and harder.
I saw men inserting their large, stiff cocks into the women's pussies. I saw women joyfully sucking on those cocks. I saw two men taking a woman from behind and front at the same time. And I saw two women pleasuring a man. And I saw juices and…semen, lots of semen. Semen running from a nose down over lips, forming thick drops on the chin. Semen on titties, semen on bellies, semen on wonderfully round buttocks, and semen hanging in long strands from her lips to the tip of his cock.
My cock was now so stiff it was starting to hurt.
I was only wearing shorts on this warm May day, and I pulled them down in no time.
I had never seen my cock so hard, so swollen and stiff.
I still didn't know how to masturbate properly, so I started to slide my foreskin back and forth a little. After about two or three repetitions, a feeling rose within me. It came from deep within my pelvis. A feeling similar to needing to pee. Similar, yet completely different, I felt that very clearly. And so I relaxed my sphincter and let the feeling happen. Still, I was a little worried that I was about to pee on my grandma's carpet.
But instead, this pleasurable feeling rose within me and erupted in a small puddle of clear but sticky fluid on my uncle's wardrobe.
Still confused by what had just happened to my body, I went to the bathroom to clean my still-erect cock. As I began to retract my foreskin, a tingling sensation coursed through my body.
Ohhh, that felt good. Yes! This feeling was really good. I continued to move my foreskin back and forth. Still back and forth. Oh, that felt even better than the fluid that had just come out of me.
Slowly, my erection subsided, and with it, the pleasurable sensation.
I cleaned my cock with tissues and also removed the small puddle on the wardrobe. Of course, not without carefully examining the color and sticky consistency once more.
I put my shorts back on and for the first time felt a different sensation: I was now a man.
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