Women seem conspicuously absent from this thread (as far as I can tell of course); I’d imagine a significant subset of them would have had their first with another person.
As for me, it was all accidental-I was taking a nap, woke up hard and started rubbing against the bed-it was all over pretty quickly (and, as compared to some here, rather underwhelming to be honest)-I reacted in shock and horror at the stain on the bed, trying furiously to figure out a way to hide it from my mother. I had read some books tho, so I wasn’t ignorant of the goings-on, just one of those little mind-blowing moments when you know you’ve crossed a Rubicon and are not ever going to go back to how it was before.
You know, I actually wonder if it’s one reason that my generation and even more so my younger brother’s generation seem to respect women a lot more. Not just because we have had porn on tap, but also because of the camwhores on things like 4chan where a 12 year old can interact with someone with her tits out (and a lot more).
That may sound peculiar but I think there is something to it. Very different to thinking of women as the slut/mother thing that people here talk about.
You know, if your mom was remotely cool, she was expecting it and would never say a word. It took me about a decade to figure out how kind middle and high school teachers were. “Mr. Davis, would you come up to the board and answer this problem?” Me: uhh. “Never mind, talk me through it.” People are awesome in small ways.
Okay, out on a limb again in the hope that more dopers will contribute to this thread. Middle and high school boys have random, severe and completely uncontrollable erections. We’re new at these and don’t even know how to hide them. They’re humiliating and mostly (mostly) unconnected with lust. Doper fems, ever wonder why that kid at the junior high dance slow danced with you sideways? Yup. He didn’t want to shock you. Ever see a kid walking around with his shirt untucked? Yep. Sporting one.
Close enough! My brother and I got identical sleeping bags one Christmas. Unbeknownst to me, he scored a serious deviant hardcore porno mag that year. I mean serious. It had folks in all holes, bondage, facials, everything. Stuff that just wasn’t to be seen in 1980.
This retreat was meant to be the last before confirmation into the church. I’m genuinely trying to swallow the kool-aid at this point and am trying to prepare myself spiritually for what lies ahead. Trying to purify myself for god and be worthy, right? So I unroll my sleeping bag in this room with five other kids and BAM labia flapping in the breeze! Cont.
So I have about 3/5 of a stroke and shove it into the toe of my bag. All’s cool right? I’ll just spend the next 4 days not sleeping. So on day two of not sleeping I come back to the room and everyone is grinning at me.
Ick. Shit. Neither one. Just got the new season of Dexter and am alternating between watching and posting. Add the fact that this is all deeply personal and I’m hoping for some kind of feedback and we’re done. Seriously, ick.
Erm - not suggesting you mean this at all, but that really sounds as if you were looking for masturbation fodder. Might wana reword it cause there’s people here who see that kind of thing in every bit of ambiguous language!
Feel like I need to say more here. I believe in the anonymity of crowds. Once went skin to the wind at Burning Man after a steam sauna. Felt awesome to be completely vulnerable where nobody gave a shit. This isn’t about any kind of prurient impulse. I’m taking a leap and seeing if anyone catches. Join me if you e got the guts. I’ll catch you, I swear.
I realized that possibility from the get-go. There are men and women reading this for the stroke value. Being that it’s the life I’ve lived, should I begrudge them? Let them take what they can when it’s no cost to me. I have dirtier and just as true stories if they want
In the story that I am about to relate the internet existed, but it was young (like I was) and I had not thought to use it to look at picture of naked girls and people doing it (as I would have spoken then).
It was kind of like this for me. Let me elaborate (in the spirit of scientific inquiry, of course):
Dear Straight Dope
Late in fifth grade I had begun to notice that girls were not gross like I had previously thought*. I began to have dreams where the cute German girl in my class was naked and, while I didn’t understand it, I liked it. One day early in sixth grade a particularly cute girl had come to school with her hair down and was looking even cuter than usual. I went to sleep that night and dreamed of her and her cuteness. I woke up before the dream was over and I noticed that my cock was hard and that I was rubbing the sheets against it and that it felt good. REALLY good. I thought about what it might feel like if the cute girl kissed my penis. I kept rubbing until it felt like I was about to explode. Then I (or at least a part of me) exploded. It felt better than anything ever had.
I didn’t really know what was going on. I was the oldest child in my family, I hadn’t had sex-ed yet (when it came I put two and two together quickly), my parents are somewhat straight-laced, and the only older kid I knew was a Mormon. The only exposure I had to sex was a book that my former-hippie aunt gave me to read once, and I was a bit too young for it to be anything but gross. Luckily for me, I had my own room at the time and I could hide my wet sheets. Then later in the week I did it again (in the spirit of scientific inquiry, of course).
Yes, I was an early bloomer.*
**I shaved for the first time in 8th grade. I used an electric razor, and the result was uneven and ugly. I brushed off criticism from my male peers by saying, “Whatever, little boy.”
When I was in middle school none of us had our shirts tucked in. If you did you were worse than a nerd.
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I’m sure I’ll land on my feet. I’m like a cat. A strong, manly, bearded, drunk cat. And if someone wants to wank to it or flick the bean to it, know that you’re thinking about a twelve year old boy.
I was lying in bed one morning, half awake and fantasizing about girls. I don’t think it was exactly sexual fantasy, because, at that time, I don’t think I had much idea at all what sex involves. However, I had got to the stage where girls had started to look jolly nice and interesting, so the fantasy was probably more romantic than sexual, but with kissing and cuddling, and probably boob fondling. Anyway, I noticed as I moved around in the bed, that it felt really nice when my penis rubbed against the sheet, so I kept on doing it as I continued sleepily fantasizing. I think at some point I looked at it, and was surprised by how large and hard it was, but I still did not really know what that meant. I carried on fantasizing and rubbing slowly and lazily against the lower sheet. Eventually, to my surprise and consternation, stuff started spurting out of it.
That was worrying. I cleaned it up as best I could with tissues, and even put water on the sheet. That just made things worse. I was afraid my mother would find it and be angry (not because it was sexual, I think, but because I had messed up the sheet and got the bed wet), but she never said anything. Of course, it had felt so good that I could not resist doing it again, and again. . . . I messed up a lot of sheets.
I had been masturbating on purpose for years before I found out that’s what it was*: my actions didn’t fit the descriptions from Authority Figures of Things You Should Not Do Because Children Who Do Them Are Naughty And Shall Go To Hell, and I didn’t link them to sex - I just considered them a helluva practical way to release stress (if one which should be done in private, as it involved some weird gymnastics and noises).
My mother says that when I was a few months old, we were at the pediatrician and she tried to describe some weird gymnastics I did which worried her, when I started doing it. “What is she doing???” “Oh, she’s just masturbating.” “WHAT?” “Yeah, babies masturbate.” “But, but, but…” “Hey, I’m a guy, I’ve got no idea how come baby girls can masturbate doing that kind of stuff, all I know is that it is masturbation. And no, she won’t grow horns or anything.”
One of the techniques I use was described in the first winner of the porn lit prize Sonrisa Vertical, causing a great scandal and many "no way"s between people who didn’t believe such a technique could work and many innocent looks from those who knew that hell yes it did.
I was bored. My parents were at a store. I’d read about masturbation from a book my grandparents had given my uncle about the birds and the bees (which he hid with his porn stash I found), but I’d played with myself before and the thing that was supposed to happen at the end had never happened. I thought I must be too young. I discovered a certain way of doing it that felt better than the other ways I’d tried. After a little while, I discovered I wasn’t too young.
Even knowing it was sexual, I didn’t realize I was supposed to be thinking about having sex for a while, and I didn’t ever use pornography until much, much later. When you’re that age, you don’t really need it.
