So this thread is about your first time. Strap on a sock puppet if you don’t feel safe, but here goes for me. Looking for porn? Okay. Want to understand yourself and someone else better? Even better.
So, I’m 14 at the time. I grew up in a bunch of different cultures and belief systems, but the general message was “peener bad”. (Exception, Sheila W. you dirty, wonderful, dirty girl. God bless you.). I’d been experimenting with it for a few years, but at that age, the difference between pleasure and pain was a knife edge. I’m male, but totally get the “don’t touch my clit” thing with women.
So, one day I’m home alone and drag out my mom’s step stool to get to her upper bookshelf. Took me YEARS to figure out that women put their porn in plain sight. I get down this Stephen King book that has this passage about a guy making a face like a boy having his first orgasm. I remember thinking, “I’ve got to try that out.”
Now I’m kind of on a mission. The better part of a year passes with embarrassment and failure. My younger sister complains to my mom about the bathroom time. She takes me aside to tell me that this “excessive masturbation” is a bit much. I never work up the nerve to tell he that although the books and movies have told me that it’s 1 normal, 2 healthy, 3 doesn’t have side-effects, nobody told me WHAT IT ACTUALLY WAS! I never connect the dots.
So I’ve got this concept that orgasms must involve an actual vagina and, being that that’s totally out of reach, I start to figure out how to fake one. My information is laughably bad (pre-Internet) and the results show. I know it’s tube shaped and wet, but wet equates to water and that just hurts and makes me want to pee.
So one fall I go to the county fair. I win a water snake at one of the games. If you’ve never seen one, it’s a water filled tube covered in baby powder. The tube wraps back in on itself to form a sort of extended doughnut. The harder you grab it, the faster it falls out of your hands. Anybody else seeing the metaphor here?
Okay, so being horny and 14, I take it back to my bathroom, heat it up in the sink (cos Stephen King told me they were hot, too) and try my luck. Better, but something is missing. A couple of days pass. I get the idea to try some thing slippery and bust out the hand soap and my hand.
Weird shit starts to happen. Ever been numbed up for stitches? There’s a dead feeling but you can still feel the tugging and pulling. It was like that, but I had the sense that around a dozen parts of my body that I’d never known were there started moving. All of this was in my lower abdomen. My last coherent thought was, “I better sit down.” I did.
Okay, starting to feel a little exposed here. Anyone care to respond in any way?
Sure! I’ll contribute a reminder that socking is cause for insta-ban.
Bad, bad idea.
twickster, MPSIMS moderator
Which part? The sock puppet thing was meant as a gentle joke. Is my topic what you’re objecting to?
I was in 6th grade. One of my friends told me that he had found out about a really cool trick and described it. I asked him why anyone would want to do that and he answered “to get the feeling!”. I didn’t know what ‘the feeling’ was but my curiosity was piqued. That night I decided try this trick out based on his rough description. I carefully locked myself in the bathroom and got some catalogs just like he suggested.
He said something about lubricant so I used some hand soap. I started the rest of the steps and only noticed a burning sensation at first so I wondered if it might be a trick. I kept at it though. I was really hurting then but I felt something happening so I kept going. All of the sudden, I got the feeling too. Cool trick!
I had not even started puberty yet so there wasn’t anything to clean off except the soap so I grabbed a rag and instantly felt the sting. I must have worn half the skin on my little wiener off and it was coated in an irritant. The pain only got worse that night and I could barely walk the next day because of the chafing. I waited a couple of weeks to try that trick again but it eventually became a favorite after I got some thicker skin.
Thanks for the response! Okay, here goes.
So, I started to get this really weird feeling in my nuts of all places. Sort of a combination of getting them kicked and “The Best Thing Ever.” Seriously geeky reference coming up here. One day someone’ll make a movie that shows it better. Ugh. Okay, here goes. Remember the (god, I can’t BELIEVE I’m saying this) photon torpedoes from the Star Trek movies? Sort of an intense ball of light that was too intense to look at with rays of brilliant light shooting out randomly? That, but the rays were joy everywhere they touched. I mean everything. Little finger, toes, everything. It started to crawl up my spine like a fuse to a powder keg. When it reached the base of my skull, it exploded.
Just wanted to remind people that we don’t consider sock puppets a joking matter around here.
Next thing I remember was that I was arched backward, my mouth was stretched open and everything sounded weird. The mouth thing was because I’d tried so hard to scream but couldn’t and the sound was because both ears were full of tears.
I was 6 years old. Raquel Welch was my babysitter. Suddenly a bee flew down her blouse…
Fair enough. Didn’t realize I was over the line. Thanks.
Oh, boo!
Share or don’t. You don’t need to crap on it.
6th grade, sears catalogue, about my 4th try. Previous day It started but I thought it was my guts comming out.
Hah! Thank you for reminding me about the catalogue! The women’s underwear section always made “my tummy feel weird”!
Hey, this looks like fun (referring to the thread, not just the experience. :p)
I was 13, the summer between 7th & 8th grades and it actually happened accidentally.
Some worthwhile foreshadowing: I had very little understanding of sex at the time and one Saturday had a bout of giggles in church. So, to stop them I started thinking about something that would keep me from laughing. Well, one thing I thought of (which I won’t share, sorry), surprisingly, got me so turned on all I wanted to do from that point was think about it. It was legitimately a life-altering moment when I realized I could think about something and get that feeling.
So, a couple weeks later, I was just sorta, umm, umm, rubbing it :o while lying down in front fo the TV and :eek::eek::eek:. The orgasm was so intense and so caught me by surprise I honestly thought I’d injured myself. Thirty seconds at least, maybe even a minute (and dry, no emission). And as I recall, I intuitively thought I had done something wrong, something bad. Maybe it was the type of fantasizing that went with it, I don’t recall.
I was basically screwed from that point on because I was damn well going to try to reach those heights again at every possible opportunity (never did) and always felt bad for doing it. Worth mentioning: Grease with Olivia Newton-John came out the next summer; upped the stakes, so to speak.
Out of interest can anyone else here genuinely not remember? Cause I certainly can’t.
My first sexual memory is very fucked up and I don’t think I would admit it here. It was nothing to do with orgasms though (nor was it abusive).