Was your first masturbation an accident?

The first time I came I had just turned 14. I was getting into bed naked and the fabric of my sheets tickled my head, it was a weird tingly sensation which I tried to reproduce. I did, it felt nice and after just a few rubs through the sheets I was shocked by the mess on my belly, it took a minute to realize I had just jerked off.

Mine was definitely an accident. I was trying to hold my pee, by rubbing and pressing into my crotch and started to feel nice, so I did it faster and harder, which felt even better. Soon I felt these weird but wonderful sensations, felt dizzy and almost passed out. When I recovered, I felt myself peeing and was unable to stop and did not know what happened. It took me about a month or so before I decided to try it again, and the same thing happened. I still did not understand the reason why, but it felt good so I did it more frequently after first drinking lots of water to fill my bladder.

Interesting question, sounds like it should be a survey... assuming you mean masturbation to the point of orgasm? If so, then I'm a definite "no" as I did not have the technique down at first, but not for lack of trying!

I was 14 or 15 maybe, had been getting erections all the time since 13. Catholic upbringing. Priests taught us that masturbation (i.e. "playing with yourself") was a mortal sin. I had an idea of what that entailed from listening to my friends talk about it, and one time a classmate admitted he did it and moved his rolled-up fist back and forth to demonstrate the motion. I was shocked and sure I would go to hell, or at least have to say thousands of Hail Mary's if I ever rubbed my "thing" that way. I let nature take its course with wet dreams and tried to think of something else when i got boned. Until late one night when I couldn't sleep because my parents were arguing loudly and profanely in the front of the house. To shut out the racket, I rolled over on my stomach, buried my head in my pillow, and noticed after a few minutes the i was a getting hard. I reached down into my PJ bottoms and felt myself, but instead of letting go and thinking about anything else, I slowly rolled over, and reached into my PJs with both hands now. I was harder than I ever remembered being before. I unsnapped the PJs, pushed them down on my thighs and liberated my penis to stick up and make a tent in the sheets. The shouting in the other room drifted away and I tried touching myself using the motion my friend showed us. It kept feeling better and better and pretty soon it was hopeless trying to stop. I couldn't have stopped even if I knew I'd have to say Our Fathers as penance. I felt like I was going to pee, and some gooey stuff came out and made me slippery and moved faster and then there was the most awesome full-body sensation and sticky wetness all over my lower body and the top sheet. When i'd calmed down a bit I got out of bed, cleaned myself and and the sheets with my underpants that I'd taken off when I went to bed. My mind stopped racing and I drifted off to sleep. I don't remember if the argument had ended. I was in another world and life would never be the same. I got up early and no sooner was I in the shower naked under the hot water than I soaped myself yup and did "it" for the first but not last time "on purpose."

In your context, yes it was an accident. Similar to you I was playing with my dick and it felt good, so I replicated it, and it felt good and I tried different things, harder, faster, and it felt better, and than all at once my dick went off, I saw stars and that was the start of what would become a nightly ritual for the next 45 years or so.

Than being said, I think the question you are asking is was the first time you came unexpected. I mean if you are pulling on your dick it is not an accident. You clearly caused it to happen. If you were putting on your clothing and when it rubbed over your dick once and it went off, that would be an accident. However the first time I spewed, it certainty was a surprise.

@ Amy K - how old were you when this first happened?

I recall the first time I ‘discovered’ the pleasures of beating off. I was home alone (naturally) and, for some reason, I was rubbing against a magazine photo (I don’t recall which, though I’m certain it was of a woman). Then, as they say, I was overcome (overcum?) by the strongest and most pleasurable feeling I had ever experienced in my short life. I guess I instinctively knew there was something shameful and private about what had just happened since I didn’t mention it to my brother, who was two years older. After I cleaned up, I just knew I had to do that again (and again and again.). I don’t recall how I explained the stain on the magazine or on my pants, but I doubt anyone asked as we weren’t the kind of family where sex was openly discussed.

My first masturbation to orgasm was not an accident.

Ever since I was a small child, I loved sticking things into my anus and vagina. Fingers, candles (I was accused of playing with matches when dinner candles went missing) and frankfurters were my favorites. I loved feeling filled. As a child I knew when you have sex you get to have an orgasm but I didn't know what it felt like. When I was about 10-11 I decided to find out, so I just started rubbing my clitoris with one hand and massaging my labia and vagina with the other and waited for "something" to happen. After several minutes of exploration, I had my first orgasm. The tingling started in my knees and chest started to converge on my pelvis until I had my first orgasm. I remember tightening my muscles and thrusting my pelvis up towards the ceiling as I laid on my bed with my muscles tightening more and more as I rubbed and rubbed. My heart beat faster and my breathing got irregular as I alternated between fast breathing and holding my breath for brief periods as I came. I never forgot the sensation and I was hooked.

I had woken up prior to actually masturbating in wetness from rubbing on a pillow and I was tingling between my legs and pretty much all over. Then at twelve I came home unexpected. I was supposed to be spending the night with a friend but her father got sick and they took him to the ER. I was twelve years old. My sister and I shared a room. I noticed the car was gone so mom and dad were not home. I walked in and our door was open a little. We always did that to hear if the car comes into the garage. I had heard my sister may times moaning and I had always thought she was having a bad dream. She was moaning as I got to the door I could see in and she was naked on top of the sheets masturbating and moaning. I watched until she noticed me and started to freak out. She was begging me not to tell mom. We were always told not to touch there unless we were wiping or bathing. My sister is two years older than me so I looked up to her. She was begging me not to tell. I asked her what she was doing. Of course this gave her the idea that if she talked me into doing it also I would not be able to tell. So she showed me. It felt so good. She showed me that it wasn't bad at all to do it. After that I had to show my best friend also. I guess you could say my sister corrupted me and I corrupted my best friend. But I never put anything inside me. I tried a tampon once and that was bad. Rubbing my clit and just a little ways inside to my hymen was fine. Same with my best friend.

That was a great recollection Tabitha. It's too bad so many girls don't learn what you learned at an early age. They would feel so much better about themselves, wouldn't need boys for sex when they are really too young to be responsible about it, and when the time was right they would know exactly what they liked to enable themselves to really enjoy sex from their first experience onward.

I remember lying on my bed, naked, and stroking my penis. I didn't know what masturbation was, but I knew this felt really good. I had done the same thing a few times before, but had always stopped short of climax. But this time I kept going until I blew my load all over the bed. I had no idea that would happen! I also had no idea that my erection would go away after ejaculation. I thought something was broken! LOL!

I take it we are talking about first ejaculation rather than the first time you stimulated yourself for fun?

For me, I can't say that it was an accident as I had been masturbating quite determinedly at the time.

Like KC Patient, I was lying naked on the bed at the time and can remember the funny new feeling that immediately preceded ejaculation. I'd watched some of my friends do it so I knew what it looked like, if not the feeling that went with it.

Although not an accident there was definitely a mixture of surprise and relief that at 16 I could finally do it.

The first time I masturbated to climax wasn't an accident. Sex education back then was very rudimentary and there was no internet to view photos of ejaculation. So on one hand I didn't really know what masturbation was, but on a more deeper instinctive level I did. When I was aged around 10/11 before I reached puberty, I discovered while climbing trees as boys do, that if I pressed my groin against something like the trunk of a tree or the edge of a door I would get this pleasurable feeling between my legs. It wasn't as strong as orgasm but still desirable. My first proper orgasm happened a month before my 14th birthday. I found rubbing my erect penis pleasurable but couldn't reach climax, and although I didn't know what a climax was, I knew instinctively that there was more to it. The first time was one afternoon in my bedroom, it was in the school summer holidays and I was alone in the house. I had an erection and started to rub and at first nothing happened as usual, but then I felt this sensation, a long way off at first but once felt I could focus on it. The sensation came and went but gradually got closer, and then suddenly it overwhelmed me and I felt the full intense sensation of orgasm. I didn't know what was going to happen but I knew something was. So I grabbed the nearest thing to hand, a navy blue canvas bag for fishing equipment, and held it close. The white goo spurted all over it and the feeling was absolutely intensely pleasurable. Like Susie I was hooked. I never could get that bag properly clean, you know how semen is, but it was only for fishing anyway.

After I'd come the once it became easy and the floodgates opened so to speak. Come September I couldn't wait for school to finish each afternoon so I could get home to masturbate, and then again in bed each night. And then I started getting erotic wet dreams quite regularly....

No accident - my friend had me over to spend the night and showed me how to do it. Before the night was over we were doing mutual masturbation and loving every minute!

My first time was an accident. I woke up with a hard on - didn't know why and started to feel it. Next thing I knew, I came. I felt extremely guilty even though I enjoyed it. A few days later I was back at it in the bathroom. No more guilt!

Probably about 13/14, no accident, had seen classmates do it in school and remember coming home and trying it out there.

I don't recall my age; but, another boy in the neighborhood had shown me how to masturbate when we were in his tree house. Although I continued to masturbate, I was too young to cum. Nonetheless, I did like the feeling of playing with myself; and, that feeling has never left me. I don't remember the first time I produced cum; but, I'm sure I was surprised by it. I was likely 12 or 13 by that time.

Here is how I think I discovered masturbation.

Following the announcement that a cousin of mine had phimosis, risked "terrible infections" since he could not wash his glans, and was to be circumcised, my mother became quite concerned about me: once in a while she examined me down there to check that I was clean and that the foreskin retracted properly. I was under strict orders to, every evening, wash down there, pull the foreskin back, wash with water and soap, rinse and dry carefully. All this brought my penis to my attention and this is why I think I started masturbating... I was in elementary school.

One day mom walked on me wanking and she was shocked. She started giving me a police interrogation, I realized that she believed I must have been taught this disgusting thing by a pervert! Mom did not realize her obsession with cleanliness was the probable source.

This was years before I had my first ejaculation. I recall masturbating and it felt good but too intense, so I stopped. One day I did not stop, and, wham, ejaculation. You can count this as accident, I did not expect it — I knew about it theoretically and imprecisely and did not expect it to happen.

A happy accident. I was little, 5? 6? Old enough that my mom let me run my own bath, but small enough that I didn’t yet shower. I decided to get in the tub while it was filling and was playing with the water, letting it splash on my feet and hands. I got a silly notion that it would be funny to let the water run on my vulva. It was funny all right! It felt really good and tickle-y and I’d let the water run and wiggle my little bottom under the tap until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Then I’d finish my bath. I wonder if my parents noticed that I suddenly wanted to take a bath more frequently and stopped putting up a fuss! It probably wasn’t until just before puberty that I realized I could do the same thing with my hand.

One day mom walked on me wanking and she was shocked. She started giving me a police interrogation, I realized that she believed I must have been taught this disgusting thing by a pervert! Mom did not realize her obsession with cleanliness was the probable source.

You'd really think parents had never been children themselves, the most obvious things apparently having been totally removed from their memories ... ha ha

Agracier: I used to believe that mom did not notice the semen stains in my pajamas or sheets when I was a teenager. In retrospect, I'm certain she noticed them but found it better to pretend not to (she disapproved of masturbation and was highly sarcastic the couple of times she walked on me doing it as a teen, but I guess she considered that it was better to pretend not noticing it unless it happened right before her).

Regarding masturbation during childhood, I think she just thought I was too young and such things did not occur to boys before teenage years. I'm at a loss why she did not see that if you enforce the kind of hygiene measures she was enforcing, you give to the boy the habit of feeling his penis..

Accident is not exactly the right word. Surprise would be a better description. I knew that men lay on top of women and thrust. (I was raised on a farm, so I had some rudimentary ideas about sex.) So one night I was on my stomach humping the sheets and evidently produced enough pre-cum that it lubricated a little bit and got to feeling better and better. I remember the tingling seeming to come from a long way off and then ejaculation happened. I realized that several mysteries had become clearer. Of course, like most boys, once the secret was discovered, I took advantage of all opportunities. For a good while, I would lie on my stomach and hump my hand (slicker than cloth). I tried toilet paper rolls and about anything round and hollow. I'm not sure when I started to use the more common method of grasping my dick with my hand and moving my hand, although even when doing that I tend to incorporate some humping motion. I had always been interested in anal stimulation, but I do not remember when I started to combine it with masturbation. Probably started with a finger since that is always handy, even if the position is awkward, and then pencils, pens and other objects

Not an accident. I was in bed, reading a book which had some fairly graphic sex scenes in it. I got hard and started rubbing, then stroking my penis. Before long, I felt a pressure building up, followed by my first release, which kind of caught me by surprise.

So not exactly an accident.

I really don't remember exactly the first time I was able to produce a "real result", but I know I made a lot of dry runs. Still felt good.

Yes I would grind in my car seat as a kid. They should really make seats for kids where the belt straps don’t hit the you know what.

No, I am not sure what, but I have a few ideas (smile)

I was 13. I always liked to grind against toys and other objects. But this time, I decided to straddle our stair bannister. My feet couldn't touch the ground. All the pressure was on the right spot. It felt so good. Then, all of a sudden I started to have an orgasm. Complete accident...

Somewhat more on the kinky side, at 13 I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants. Those being the standard of the time. My little brother was put back in diapers for wetting the bed and that gave me the opportunity to experiment. I tried quick little sessions of wearing just the plastic pants he had to wear and found it thrilling. So my adolescent mind decided to go all the way and try diapers and plastic pants AND have a wetting accident. With 6 kids in the family this was exceedingly risky. I think that added to the thrill.

Anyways it took about a week to figure out how I could try this out. On the night of the experience I got up when everyone was asleep. I sneaked around to acquire diapers pins and the plastic pants. I was shaking with excitement as I pinned on the diapers. I also had to pee so badly I thought I was going to explode. I finally was all diapered up and I laid back for the experience. What I found was there was no way I could pee as I was screaming hard. I thought " I should just relax". As I settled down and thought I was about ready to pee I suddenly experienced this unbelievable mind blowing whole body explosion. My body stiffened and my head rolled back. I think I saw stars. How I ever did this without waking the whole house is beyond me. Anyways I also realized while this was happening that I was soaking my diaper while my dick spasmed in uncontrollable contractions. I was totally confused as it vaguely felt like I was peeing but it was far more intense and pleasurable. My total experience lasted several minutes and left me freaking out that I had injured myself somehow. Especially when I slipped my fingers in the diaper and felt a strange gooey mess. I would have screamed in horror if it weren't for the fact that if dad found out what I had done, I wouldn't be writing this.

I laid there as the afterglow subsided and reality returned. After laying there in a really big mess it came to me that what had happened was this Orgasm thing they talked about in sex ed. I never had the "Nocturnal Emission " that we were taught. I never understood that whole thing when it was explained. I sure as hell understood it after that night. I've relived that experience hundreds of times since, but never like the first time.

The first time I came was involuntary. I was 12 and in bed. I don't know what I was thinking.

I'd had a recent school medical so it could be replaying that event.

My cock stiffened and I went to hold it. I suddenly came. Mixture of pleasure and pain.

I'm surprised some of you waited until teenage years and the ability to orgasm and produce semen to masturbate... I used to do it earlier than that!