I was 13 y/o and I was humping my old bean bag that I'd had since the mid 70s, remember those?  I'd done that many times before and it felt good but this time was different.  I was just bent over it fat, dumb and happy, thinking if Mira Murphy, humping away when all of a sudden - this unexpected, strange feeling sets in.  Felt it in my guts.  Tingling.  Electricity.  A rush of energy.  I immediately stopped what I was doing.  Damn, should've followed through!  It felt kinda-sorta good, I guess, but maybe I'd hurt myself somehow.  What the hell was it.?!

  "Was that what an orgasm feels like..?"  "Did I really have one..?"  "Does this mean I'm a man, now..?" "Wait'll I tell the guys, the schmucks..!"

  I was happy and kind of scared at the same time.  I was hooked...

  Let's hear about your first nut.  Ladies too...

   

Mine was an accident, as I never heard about masturbation(looked it up later that) until after it happened. I was 15 when it happened(alittle bit of a late bloomer on the self pleasure front, I know).... I was holding a pillow while naked, applied pressure(wasn't intending on applying that hard) that caused a pop, and then I seen the messy results of it. After that I eventually learned how to please myself, although I still tried to trigger it the way it happened the first time(didn't work). It's difficult starting out, you have to find the way that will trigger both arousal and orgasm.

nut? i don't think so :P

my first was my boyfriend fault,i didn't blame him though :D

Kids today see so much hardcore porn they know what to expect.  I didn't.  I knew the "facts of life" about egg and sperm, but nobody told me about the hydraulics involved!  I knew what pussy looked like and stuff because I knew where my dad hid his Hustlers, but they couldn't show a guy jizzing in Hustler back then.  This was before the advent of home video.  To see jizz in magazines you had to have the "underground" pornos you could only get in the seedier parts of town (no pun intended).  If my dad had any Danish porn, I never found it.

Much like FT, I'd been diddling around with my pecker for a few years, but then one afternoon it was like they installed the rest of the plumbing without telling me! I got this massive head rush went all weak in the knees and then I fired the pearly opaque stuff!  It was the best goddamned thing I ever felt in my life, but kinda scary too.  I thought, "I'm going straight to hell for that!"  Nothing could be that ecstatic without it costing you your immortal soul!  The thought never crossed my mind again.  I did it every subsequent day from then forward.  My linens paid dearly for it!  The frustrating thing was I couldn't keep doing it after blowing my top.  I had to recharge the batteries.  It's probably for the best; otherwise, I would never have left my room again. I would have done tissue damage eventually; I would have literally jerked it off!
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