This is going to sound really weird...I really like hearing how guys first started masturbating, it doesn't turn me on or anything, I just like hearing/reading the stories. I've read just about every thread that has to do with it here. I wanted to know if there was some place else people wrote these experiences down.
I don't think it sounds weird at all, and I like reading those kinds of things, too. There is a good site www.solotouch.com that has zillions of stories like that, male and female. Also, www.jackinworld.com . Both of them are good, just different. Let us know if you like them. Also, www.jilling.com.uk has a lot of female masturbation stories, but also quite a few male ones, too. Enjoy.
I went to solo touch, I liked it a lot. I also found this other site: http://www.vaginaverite.com/index.html that guys tell about their first encounters with vaginas..some are pretty cool.
Wow, thanks for mentioning all of those sites eveyone! I like www.literotica.com also......it's not a masturbation story board, but there are some maturbation stories among the many many stories there. www.nifty.org used to have some, but I have been there in at least 3 years. I did see the jackin and jillin sites a couple of years ago, but I was not able to find them the next time that I searched. Where's alana? I bet that she would have an opinion on this. Actually, I would enjoy reading about women's first masturbtion experiences also (written by real females!), or the first time than an experienced woman tried a new masturbation technique, or had a new fantasy. I could tell you mines, but maybe some other time.
Hi everyone. This is my first post here. I've been reading for some time and I really enjoy it. First time story...When I was a kid, we had a bath tub and no shower. It was an older house and the tub had a weird setup. The faucet in the tub had a very small opening so the water exited with a lot of velocity. I had begun to get hard-ons some time before, and I had one a lot in the bath tub. This one night, I knelt in front of the faucet and let the water hit the top of my penis. That felt really good! The force of the water kept moving my penis away from the stream of water, so I wrapped my hand around the shaft and the water hit my palm and swirled around to the underside. Now, THAT really felt good. I held it there for a while, and the feeling increased. Then, I felt like something came out of me. I didn't know what it was, but it felt really good. I lost my erection soon afterward that night. I began to enjoy this fun every day. I think I was the cleanest kid in school.
Well, my friend had told me all about it but whenever I did it I got precum, though I came, and stopped. Well, one day I got a boner and started to jack off, this time I kept going and eventually felt this feeling followed by a forceful spurt of goo from mhy cock. Now, I am hooked!
Black Friday...the day after Thanksgiving. At 4:30 a.m., I'm standing in line in the cold outside the mall. "What am I doing here?" I wonder, knowing that I have an other 30 minutes to wait in the dark and cold. To make matters worse, a small army of shoppers that can only be described as maniacs have gathered and begin to press against me. I hate crowds. The only good thing is that my good-looking blonde wife was standing in front of me. She said she would rather be anywhere doing anything else than standing outside a department store where the other shoppers would soon be gouging each other's eyes out over a toy doll. I found myself fantasizing about doing something naughty with her in line. Her soft curves and warm smile somehow made the cool morning seem a bit more inviting, and as my fantasy went on, I found myself getting a bit excited and I was glad it was dark out so no one could see the small bulge growing in the front of my trowsers. As the crowd began to press against us, I was pushed against my wife but that pushed her against the person in front of her and her body didn't move. My crotch is pressed against her bottom, and I knew she could feel my bulge against her. I managed to slide a bit to my right to move my crotch away from her, but the touch only served to reinforce the feelings I was having in my fantasy. She turned and smiled as much as she could, then I felt her hand against my crotch. Our eyes met and I questioned in my mind if this were an accident until I felt her fingers gently massage my balls thru my pants. She only let her eyes speak and she felt my cock grow beneath her fingers. Her hand worked its way up until her fingers were tracing the outline of the head of my cock. Her thumb found the soft underside of my manhood, and there in the dark, in a crowd of noisy shoppers, she begain to work me more and more toward the conclusion of the fantasy I had experienced only moments before. She laid her head on my shoulder, asking if I would keep her warm, and I turned a bit to give her more room to move her hand. I moaned softly, and she just said, "Shhh." Someone nearby said that we had another 15 minutes until the mad rush begins, and I felt her hand quicken the speed of the small strokes she was giving me. I was leaking pre-cum into my boxers, and I knew she could feel the heat and the dampness thru the fabric. Her fingers worked me into a bit of heavy breathing that I muffled against her soft hair. I felt her head rise and fall with every one of my breaths increasing in rhythm. She kept rubbing my crotch knowing the effect it was having on me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. She did too. A few more strokes and my cock begain to pulse against her hand. She kept rubbing until I was spent. She looked up at me with a smile that would melt ice. She leaned to kiss me, and her tongue nearly gave me a tonsilectomy. She leaned to my ear and wispered, "Thanks for bringing me this morning." The crowd began to murmer as the store worker unlocked the door and quickly jumped out of the way of the tide of bargain hunters. We were swept along in the crowd, still holding each other so we wouldn't get separated, but I knew that it would take more than maniacs to separate me from this woman I love. I got the real deal that morning, and no one will ever know.
oh i remember my first time.... it was summer... hanging out at the pool, seeing all the girls in bikinis.... I was 12 so of course that mesmerized me! That day i decided I didnt want to swim much since i didnt want the obvious to show.... I was hard all day and when i got to my room, i just pulled my swim shorts half way down and just started doing it and came about a minute latter...
I used to work near London in an office building.. Within our open-plan office space there were groups of people working in different departments and each department had teamleaders in charge.. For our group the teamleader was a woman called Jane , about 45 years old , chubby , big tits , and an acid tongue.. She used to tell people to do things rather than ask.. I was about 23 at the time and used to just go with the flow so there wasn't any friction.. One Friday at work I was hungover and kept fucking up some printing work.. Jane wasn't impressed with me , and to make up for the time I wasted I stayed late the following Monday.. I was the only person in the office after 6 pm.. I don't know why I did this , but believe it was an act of irrational behaviour caused by being horny.. I was in the office alone , and while waiting for paperwork to complete, I went sniffing around Janes desk , opening a few drawers that had her belongings inside , then closed them and went back to doing the printing.. I knew I was going to do something stupid.. I went back to the drawers , took out a small bottle of nivea moisturiser , went to a discreet room , took the lid off and wanked my load into the bottle , then shook it and put it back in her drawer.. I never saw her use the moisturiser but Im sure she did , and whenever she used to talk down to me , I would just smile to myself and think "You can be a bitch to me all you like but it doesn't change the fact your walking around the office , in front of all these people with my cum on your face"... Thats just one of my crazy masturbation experiences.. Theres been two other that spring to mind, once on a golf course half way through a round of golf , and the other was lying on my female housemates bed , while wearing a pair of her panties and masturbating through them... She could have walked in at any time but luckily she didn't...
I’m home after a hard day of work. Unfortunately, I’m alone. I hate it when you go on these overnight business trips. The only thing good about the trip is when you return, because when you’re gone, I usually get horny as hell missing you and have to take matters into my own hands…literally. Today is no different. I undress in the bathroom and step into our shower. The water is refreshing, and I wash my self gently in my erotic areas, careful to not arouse myself prematurely. Stepping from the shower, I quickly dry, and the soft terry cloth against my nipples reminds me that I would love for you to give me some attention tonight. Instead, I sign as I slip on a light robe, allowing the soft material to make me feel very feminine. I look through the cupboards and the fridge and decide that we don’t have anything I really want and besides, it’s too hot to cook, so I pour a glass of wine and retire to our sun porch. In the evening, it’s on the shady side of the house overlooking our pool, and the screens provide enough privacy to allow ventilation yet one cannot see in, unlike the neighboring houses. Its not like we have the best house on the block, but it does provide perks the others don’t, we’ve found. In the distance, I hear the sounds of summer, kids playing, lawn mowers running, music from a radio playing, and birds singing. The long day and the wine combine to make me drowsy, and I drift into a light slumber, where I dream of you and your return in a few days. My mind’s eye is fixed on you as you kiss me and gently make love to me, bringing me toward the orgasm I so-want. I feel your hands on my breasts, gently kneading them and bringing my nipples to attention, and then your warm, moist mouth and tongue teasing them begins to arouse me more. I hear myself begin to moan as my arousal continues. The sounds awaken me, and I open my eyes to see that what I hear actually is coming from the neighbors house next door, where he is watching TV in his boxers. He, too, appears to be alone for the evening. He is in his family room with the windows open, oblivious to my presence. The moaning sounds I hear emanate from the TV, where two females are pleasuring each other in a porn movie. His TV is against the wall under the open window directly across from our house, and he is lying prone on the large over-stuffed couch. Periodically, he slides his hand down across his crotch, alternating that action with occasional pinches of his nipples. He is an attractive man, taller than I by a head and physically fit. He is not overly handsome, yet certainly not hard to look at. I find myself listening to the same sounds as he, and am mesmerized by his undivided attention to the sensual scene on the TV. Within a few minutes, I see a familiar bulge at the front of his boxers, which he now begins to stroke more liberally, especially as the two virtual vixens pleasure each other to orgasm after orgasm. I now find myself aroused by this sight and the sounds, knowing what will likely occur next…and indeed does: His hand disappears into his boxers. I find myself sliding my hand across my tummy, occasionally up across my breasts, feeling my hardening nipples under the soft robe. The scene continues as I finish my wine, then pour another. Without food, the alcohol goes to my head a bit, adding to my aroused state. The man raises his hips from the couch and slides his boxers down to the floor. He is magnificent, lying naked before me; legs spread apart, one bent at the knee, the other straight on the couch. I loosen the belt to my robe, and allow it to fall open. I sip the wine and a drop spills onto my chest, trickling down the valley of my cleavage. My finger captures the moist droplet and I circle one nipple with it. I bring it to my mouth and lick it from the areola, making my nipple respond in kind. The man begins to circle his cock with his palm and slowly stroke up and down the length of the shaft. I picture the times when I have done that to you and your response is the same, head rolling back and you thrusts your hips forward offering it to me. The sound from the porn movie drives this man closer to orgasm. Little does he know that the sounds of the women and the sight of him pleasuring himself are driving me toward my own. The two women are joined by a third and the scene heats up again, prompting the man to now stand in front of the TV, his hard on jutting out, his hand stroking it at varying speeds. One of my hands is kneading my breast, occasionally twisting my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand slides between my legs. The voices of the women on the movie, their moans and squeals of pleasure, make me close my eyes momentarily as I picture the times when my room mates and I rented a house at the beach during two different spring breaks and we indulged is some pretty hot girl-on-girl sex. After I got married, I abandoned regular girl-girl-girl rendezvous, because you have kept me very satisfied. However, hearing the porn movie definitely brings back the intense feelings of passion from college days. It obviously has a wonderful impact on the man next door, as well. He seems longer than he was only a few minutes before and I gasp as I see his girth. The hand between my legs begins to slide up and down my thigh, across my shaven mound to my other leg and back across. My fingers graze across the hood of my clit, with the dampness there growing. The man pinches his nipple again, and I pinch mine…hard. The movie moves toward a climax, with all three women cumming and cumming. The man is obviously reaching his own orgasm, as his strokes are shorter and much more rapid. My fingers slide between my labia, and across my now-swollen clit. I vary the speed and motion of my fingers, and slide along side my clit to dip into my pussy again and again. As the man begins to accelerate toward his orgasm, I begin to do the same. I slide two fingers into my pussy, circling my clit with my other hand. The man begins to moan as the women on the movie increase in volume. His stroking becomes almost violent as he slides pre-cum up and down the shaft of his cock. He begins to grunt and he stiffens his body. My own body stiffens as I reach the familiar point of no return. He begins to cum, shooting his load onto the TV screen and the floor, his body jerking in spasms each time his spunk spurts out. He cums and cums and cums. I begin to orgasm with the man’s first spurt. I bury my mouth and nose into the collar of my robe to stifle my moaning. My juices flow onto the cushion and seem to go on for an eternity. My clit is so sensitive that even the slightest touch by my fingers makes me recoil. My fingers explore my pussy, sliding in and out and in and out. My nipples have extended as far as I have ever seen them. My fingers find my g-spot and slide over the folds, renewing the fiery feeling of my orgasm, and build me to another quickly. My vagina sloshes with my juices and I arch my back against the couch as I reach my second peak, my feet held high in the air. The man continues to stroke his softening cock as the movie plays music for the credits. As I close my robe and finish my wine, the glass falls over onto the table as I clumsily bump it. Although it does not break, it does make a clinking sound that the man hears. He looks toward me, but he sees nothing. We both clean up from each other’s erotic episode with him unaware of the pleasure we shared in separate places.
It was an accidental happening. In the days before the internet and openness in sexual matters, I first had the usual wet dreams and unexpected hardons that every young guy has, and then one night, playing with myself before bed, I suddenly ejaculated all over my pajamas. Scared me a little, but I got used to it quite quickly.
