Some time around my 12th birthday. At home in bed (alone, not surprisingly); just after getting in bed and before going to sleep.
I had no brothers, my only close friend was even more repressed than I was, and my parents never ever spoke directly about sex. So I had absolutely zero idea what was going on.
So I had apparently been playing with it for some time, without any particular results. Then one night it happened, and this warm fluid came gushing out all over my pajamas.
I was terrified. The only two bodily fluids I knew about were pee and blood. I knew this wasn’t pee, so I thought it must be blood. I was afraid to turn on the light and look, what would I do if my PJs were all stained with blood? What was wrong with me that I would shoot out blood like that?
In the morning I was pleased to see that there were no (blood) stains (if there were other stains they were not easy to detect). And then I don’t really remember what I thought, but I remembered how good it felt. So that night I probably did it again, although I don’t remember that directly.
So I open my eyes, and spooge is everywhere! North, South, East, West. I hit the shower, the door, the bathroom cabinets and me. I even checked the ceiling. No bull.
I’m terrified out of my frigging mind. I think I broke myself. I heard somewhere that you only get so many orgasms before you die and I’m certain that that just cost me 10 years of my life. I clean up and head to bed in the middle of the day swearing that I’m never going to do at again. Broke that promise twice in the next hour.
I still cannot remember my first orgasm (although I certainly started having them before I was able to ejeculate*) but I definitely wasn’t as ignorant as everyone else here about what was going on. I knew I was wanking.
Then again I suppose I’ve been on the internet from the age of about seven. I suppose it must be different for people my age and younger (I was a very early adopter of the internet at that time but ten years later every seven year old would be on it I think and now they definitely all will be).
*ETA: I don’t remember my first ejeculating orgasm either. I DO remember the first time I was told the way I was masturbating was completely wrong but that is a different story, and is one of the reasons I am dead set against circumcision because all I was doing was manipulating my forskin.
I’m curious. Did anyone have their first with another person? Considering what a brain-bender it was to have one alone, what affect did it have on you and your relationship?
Dude, the internet did not come around until I was about 30. Our only real knowledge came from either the schoolyard (dubious at best), older sibling (ditto) or our friend’s hippie parents’ Joy of Sex book, but we pretty much just looked at the pictures and they didn’t show some dude blowing his load.
No shit about that. I am 39 and we had it hard back in my day. There was no web and you had to take what you could find, barter or steal. The best you could hope for was a 5 year old copy of Penthouse magazine but Playboy or even a Sears catalog would do just fine. You had to hang onto those prized possessions for dear life once you got them. Drugs probably would have been easier to score.
However, in retrospect, my grandparents bathroom was well stocked with masturbation material for the day but I didn’t know what it was at the time. They had a copy of The Joy of Sex and the Whole Earth Catalog in the towel closet. I looked at both but didn’t know what to make of it. The Joy of Sex was completely confusing because it advised lovers not to bath too much or use deodorant so that the natural aroma wouldn’t be spoiled. Between that and the deliberate showing of armpit hairs on women was a big reason why I hate hippies to this day. I liked some of what I saw but I was completely confused by the context and the narrative.
It was seriously that weird? I always assumed that this was just stuff people kinda exaggerated, cause I’ve seen 70s porno magazines and they seem pretty forthright to me.
Someone should make an “ask the people who came to maturity in the sixties and seventies” thread. Heck maybe I will!
Okay, gotta ask. I knew what they were in the sort of “squeeze the bottle and the ketchup comes out” way. How did you know that that was going on? How did you not freak out? Cool older brothers or something?
Just looked it up, wonderful, I wish (visually speaking cause it doesn’t really apply to the real thing) that modern women would wear a bush like that!
i can’t answer for leafann and like I said I can’t remember my first orgasms but I can certainly remember that an orgasm when you’re too young to ejeculate feels just the same as one when you do ejeculate, you still get all the same contractions etc.
Also I was years ahead at school and now I remember it was bullied (not sriously) for being “pubeless”* and so on. So for the well prepared no reason to be freaked out at all, it was something you were after - although once again I stress I cannot remember the first time itself so maybe not all that much, lol.
Totally forgot about the armpit hair in JOS. What the hell? I remember trying to see if other women had it. Thought it must have something to do with pubic hair. I’m not a fan of the current trends in shaving, but those women had serious hair.
You are missing something big here. Underground porn always existed but it was barely available to the masses and certainly not to underage people unless they scored it somehow and even then it was just one printed copy that had to be protected,
In all seriousness, the success of the early web is closely tied to porn and still consumes a disproportional amount of of its bandwidth. That was the first industry to show a profit from web revenues and also drove concepts like online payments and micro payments for content. Such a thing didn’t really exist before 1992 and didn’t really take off until after 1996 except for hard-core techies on Usenet groups and those were not for profit.
True porn was really was that hard to find for someone who grew up in the 70’s and 80’s and you always remember where and when. I wonder what the effect will be on the current generation who get to see teaser ads at will for free that have much more porn cred than 99% of anything we could see.
I’m probably overstating the general naivete a little, but not a lot. Really, nobody in my pre-teen peer group ever mentioned an orgasm and if I had seen a Playboy, Penthouse or even a Hustler (not sure), the [orgasmic] excplicity would have been in the writing, not the photos/pictures (we’re talking about 1977-78).
I think you’re both spot on. Playboy didn’t even show pubic hair back then and anything beyond that was basically out of reach. If you could even find a Hustler, the closest you could get were these tiny ads in the back for hardcore VHS tapes. EvEn those pics had black bars over the interesting stuff.
Funny story if anyone’s interested. My older brother somehow scored a hardcore porn mag and I accidentally took it to a Methodist youth retreat.