High School/College Masturbation Memories
I’d like to know when you did it, how often, naked or clothed, where
you did it, your techniques, and approximately when you went to high
school or college.
Mostly in my bathroom at home. But also around the house when parents were out or asleep. I had my first couch-copulation (fucking between the cushions) after they had gone to bed. Also liked to jerk off in the back yard at night, with my penis sticking out of our chain link fence.
I was in high school from September 1979 through June 1983. In those
years, the time of day during which I would masturbate would vary, but
it would be most often right before bed, upon waking up in the
morning, and after coming home from school. I tried to be fully naked
as much as possible, and that was certainly true of my early weekday
morning sessions when I would often masturbate lying down in my large
shower. Continue reading
my life as a masturbator, the early years (source)
by Jay Mayo
My first encounter with masturbate was at age eight. I remember being in the bathroom of my parents home. I must have had a woody, at the same time as having to pee. Peeing was hard to do with a hard little wiener, could be messy.
I must have stroked my little wiener in a manner that prompted another, then another, right hand, left hand, slapped against my belly. It burned warm, and something triggered the desire for more stimulation of my pencil size hairless wiener. I had no idea, only that it felt really, really good. The more I slapped, the better it feels, so I continued to slap, until I dry climaxed, little wiener pumping and spazing. Wow, that was great, didn’t really know what it was, just wanted to do it again. I do remember dry climaxing being different from ejaculations of semen, in a good way, like a warm wind through a small tube, it was very nice. I think I was slapping my wiener daily for weeks, that’s until I got caught. Continue reading
Guided Masturbation Stories
Excerpt from a dead man’s sexual diary, purchased at an estate sale–the late Bill W. Childhood Memories of Gert’s Stockings and Garters It is August, 1955. I am 12 and on vacation with my parents and another couple at a lake cottage in northern Wisconsin. I am in the only private place in the tiny cottage–the bathroom–jerking off with the door locked–or so I think.
My bloated young prick sticks rigidly out of my lap as I sit on the toilet, massaging my exquisitely sensitive foreskin, savoring the itchy, tingly feeling radiating through my balls. My ass twitches and squirms on the toilet seat as my newly discovered pastime causes muscles and nerves to twitch involuntarily in my crotch and legs. I stare at my hand in its vertical dance, wondering dazedly that I can give myself so much pleasure. The feeling is so good, yet at the same time somehow dirty and lewd, which makes it all the better. Continue reading
A boy has his first orgasm fantasizing about masturbating for neighbor girls.
This is what I was like when I was 13 years old. It's
a true story and the fantasy I was thinking at that
time. It was also my first experience with orgasm.
Hope you enjoy.
I can still remember being 13 and in my room alone in
the house teasing myself after a long day of swimming
with a bunch of girls my age. I was thinking about one
girl especially. She was my neighbor and was a few
years older (15+ I think). She was wearing her older
sister's bathing suit. Why I don't know, I guess
because she figured she was old enough. But anyway,
the top was probably a cup size to big for her and
with the suit being wet it seemed to stretched out
even more. This allowed me many glimpses through out
the day of her wonderfully youthful breast. Beautiful
perky cones with goose bumps. It was tough to conceal
at times the arousing effect it was having on me. Continue reading
Guided Masturbation Stories
Early memories of masturbation
My earliest memory of self stimulation happened when I was around 7. I
had begun to notice my penis more, probably due to
it’s newfound tendency to announce itself by getting stiff, like it was
trying to poke itself out of my shorts, or, in cases when
I was showering, say, “Hey, look at me. Touch me. Don’t I look like
fun?” I suppose it happened more often in the shower
with the blast of the shower jet stimulating it. I don’t remember any
sexual kind of feelings from the streaming water, but it
seemed to have some effect on my penis. One day after showering, I was
toweling off. My cock was still stiff from the shower,
and brushing the soft, but coarse fabric of the towel over it made me
shiver. Not the usual kind of shiver, like, it’s cold, or
something gave me the willies. This one started like a bolt of
electricity at the tip of my dick, shot right through it, and sent
tingles all through my body.
Xmas Eve Masturbation Memory
Christmas Eve always brings back my favorite masturbation memory.
So long ago. 1964. I was 19.
My first real love Bett and I had gotten back together a few weeks earlier after a breakup when I’d first entered college. Sitting on her couch late Christmas Eve with just the lights of the tree on. Her parents had gone to bed. By now Bett and I were very accomplished “heavy petters”. (We were a little behind the curve, folks, I admit; in those days we weren’t courageous enough to fuck yet. You didn’t fuck until you were at least engaged to be engaged we thought. ) We had been ‘necking’ that night for a good half an hour. It was kind of romantically perfect in the low light and the soft Christmas music. I still remember her kisses as probably the best that ever were.
We had gotten to that stage where the French kisses were long and very passionate, we were breathing hard. I had already gotten the top of her dress open and had been indulging in her favorite play: I kissed and sucked her nipples in between French kisses while she held my head to her chest and guided me from one breast to the other – the girl was in charge of just how far a guy could go, at least that was the way it was for me and other “nice” boys. From there she would give me some body signal to begin sliding my hand up under her skirt for that long slow advance to her pussy. Continue reading
Chronic Masturbation Stories
First Time Masturbating
One night, I was as my cousin’s house, another boy, a year younger than me whom had engaged in some minor exploration such as the game afore mentioned, and some degree of touching. During the day, while we were engaged in playing with some Star Wars toys, I asked him if he could make his penis grow. He just kinda looked at me with a puzzled expression, and said, “What are you talking about.” I explained in more detail, “Sometimes, I can make mine get big by tapping up on it.”
my early sexual history leading up to my first masturbatory orgasm. What, you’ve never put your penis in a vacuum cleaner hose?
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