Was your first masturbation an accident?

One day on our family farm as a 9-yr-old, my dad said “Come in here, I have something to show you.” I followed him into the dusty window illuminated tack room in our barn where he immediately dropped his pants and violently jacked himself off I front of me. He came quickly with a glob of semen puddled on top of his fist. He said, “look at this. This is what you came from.”

That was it. He never did it again (to me), and it was never mentioned again.

But I was soon ‘monkey-see / monkey-doing with his box of girly magazines stashed up in the hayloft of that same barn. By age 12 with lots of attempts under my belt, I finally manage a successful launch of my own!

I don’t think a father should do that in front of his young son, but in a weird way I guess I’m thankful he did.

My masturbation was never an accident, I always knew I was playing with my cock for the great feelings. Only the sperm shooting out was a surprise when that first happened because I had been masturbating for a couple years before that. Once I had this mess the 1st time, I had a few minutes of panic about how I was going to hide it or clean it up. Then it came to me, just eat it and problem solved. It was a very different taste but I did not minde it. As I was just 12 and very horny, I was masturbating a LOT so eating my cum because normal and I started to like and then love my cum in a pretty short period of time, maybe a week or two. I ended up loving my cum to the point that I eat my cum any time I masturbate to orgasm - to this day. 57 years and counting.

It was 22nd September 1987 I think. a saturday. My parents were out. and i was simply watching BBC Grandstand sports programme, watching the women swimming or gymnastics. I cant remember all the details. it was the closest i was getting to seeing girls bodies. didnt even know about masturbation. all i knew was if my cock got hard, it was nice to twang it back and foward. Watching to girls on TV all of a sudden gave me an unstoppable rush and i came and pumped all over my cock, balls and underwear. i was in complete shock. so, i would say, accident.

how I was going to hide it or clean it up. Then it came to me, just eat it and problem solved.

What about handkerchiefs or tissues, toilet paper? Your solution would never have occurred to me in a million years … it would probably have put me off masturbation … ha ha

My first masturbation was rather something interesting and pleasant. After the shower, I lay down wrapped in a wet towel, and at night I woke up to the fact that my penis was standing. I wrapped my hand around him through the towel and felt sick. I began to squeeze it and make certain movements - it became even more pleasant and in the future I did not hold back until I finished in that towel. That's when I got scared. The first thought was about what happened. And the second - what to do with that towel?

how I was going to hide it or clean it up. Then it came to me, just eat it and problem solved.

What about handkerchiefs or tissues, toilet paper? Your solution would never have occurred to me in a million years … it would probably have put me off masturbation … ha ha

@agracier : What was wrong when he swallowed it? Thousand of guys wish their partners do exactely this, and they are not happy when toilet paper comes into the action. If you dont like, dont do it, but be not a fun-brake for others …. ha ha ha 😉

No, when I was about 10, a friend slept over and late that night he started jerking off. I asked what he was doing. He was surprised by my question and taught me the wonderful world of masturbation.

Thousand of guys wish their partners do exactely this, and they are not happy when toilet paper comes into the action.

I said nothing about partners and toilet paper/handkerchiefs … I was talking about solo masturbation, simply as a way of cleaning things up so the activity wouldn't make a mess that others could find.

@agracier : All okay, I know the difference lol

Yes it was. I was 11 years old, and had a gorgeous blonde girlfriend. No sex was involved. This was 1966, and neither of us even knew about sex. I had a dream about kissing her, and I woke up, with this incredible feeling, preceded by sperm pumping out of my penis! I was so scared, and had no idea what was happening. A few days later, my older cousin and I were talking , and I reluctantly brought it up . He laughed, and explained what happened. I still had a hard time grasping it.

Back in the early 1950s there was no sex education - - so this is what happened: I discovered the "good feelings" of an orgasm quite by accident when I was 11. It happened while I was taking a bath one night. I was washing my 4” cock with a wash cloth and it felt so good rubbing the wash cloth over my cock head that I just kept doing that and soon - - BAM - - my 1st orgasm - - dry! I soon figured out how to achieve that "good feeling" by using my hand. I also discovered that I was multi-orgasmic and could dry orgasm over and over in a short period of time. So I was soon having 4 or 5 dry orgasms in a row every night jacking off in bed. Boy was that great! I was riding the orgasmic "wave" (just like some women can do) and was going from one dry orgasm to the next without ever coming down from the orgasmic "high". Those dry orgasms were very intense and really wore me out. I've never slept better than I did back then! A month before my 13th birthday I was jacking off at night in bed as usual and when I reached orgasm I realized that my cock head was wet - - a single drop of clear jizz had oozed out! So that was the beginning of my wet orgasms. Things got messier from there on, although I never did get to be a very big shooter.

Yeah, mine was by accident. I was 12 and just thinking about stuff that turned me on and enjoying being hard, then I realised I was really enjoying and then got this feeling like something awful was going to happen and I just grabbed my dick thinking it must be that I was going to piss myself only to squirt instead and then feel awesome about it with my heart beating faster, and feeling a little embarrassed but I put two-and-two together with what I'd once learned in a sex-ed class. I looked at what was now in my right hand and then went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. It was late at night and I didn't wake my family up while pretending to be up for a midnight pee, which was a relief. I'd been fantasising about a medical exam. That's not where the fetishes started, but that was when I finally knew what to do with them. The rest of my teenage was spent getting off like that constantly.

My first time was an accident two. I was about 12 and got Frequenz erections. Boys talked about playing and touching themselves which got me curious. So I kept touching and messing around till I accidentally came. I knew guys play with themselves, I didn’t know about ejaculation. So needless to say, I was surprised and shocked and thought I broke something. Had loads of guilt and shame about it - coming from a very conservative background. Took a while to accept and enjoy it as a normal part of being a dude.

My first masturbation was unexpected, and occurred at age 11. I had no clue what had happened, but it felt so intense, that I knew that I had to repeat it. That was 57 summers ago, and still going strong!

It was no accident for me. I started really young at only 5 or 6 years old. Naturally they were dry orgasms but wonderful none the less. I was given enemas to help me poop and did not like them but for some reason that I did not understand got a interesting tickle feeling that I tried to get again playing like I was being given an enema. I was rewarded by wonderful sensations that only got more intense. That built to a big O. Yes even at this young age. I did not undersrand what was happening but I knew it felt so great to me. My first time having a full wet big O was when I was when I was around 13. I was playing like I was having an enema and poking my bottom with a pen or something. I got again the wonderful tickle feelings and this time it got to a point where my penis started to leak out a sticky liquid. I sort of knew what was going on from a few sex education classes at school. All I did was clean myself up and I felt good knowing I was growing up...

It was no accident for me. I started really young at only 5 or 6 years old. Naturally they were dry orgasms but wonderful none the less...

Mine were dry for the first few years after I started, too. And they could be intense. Some of dry ones were more intense than the mature wet ones I had later.

I honestly can't remember the first time I masterbated but I think it is safe to say it was no accident. By the time I was seven I was becoming very curious about my body. Wanting to know what I looked like mainly my butt. I could see everything in the front of me. The only way I could see my butt was to use a mirror. So I would lay on the floor and look at myself in the mirror. And for some reason this would cause me to get hard. So by the time I was nine or ten between looking at myself and getting hard and then touching myself when I was hard. I'm guessing, I figured out it felt good and was learning how to masturbate. By the time I was twelve I had it figured out and was masterbating and orgasming and well aware of what I was doing.

My first masturbation to ejaculation wasn't an accident, as I've posted here before.

The technique advice I was given by a couple of school mates on the coach back from a day trip was a revelation! That night I carried on rubbing and pulling my little erection in bed until the first volcanic eruption!

Not much cum, but the 13-yo me had fully entered puberty!

I'd say I knew about jerking off before I successfully organismed . Anyway it was in the shower and I was rubbing with both hands because it felt good, and then bang. Big surprise!

I had been touching myself for a while but I didn't know how to make myself actually cum. One day when I was 13 I figured it out though. I remember being shocked at the amount of semen there was and I vividly remember it all going on an old brown sleeping bag that I had in my bedroom at the time. My thought immediately afterwards was "I have just discovered my new favourite hobby".

I don’t remember the first time I masturbated but I remember I was a kid and I didn’t know what I was doing. I know it was just a pleasure

I was 10-11... exploring the attic! I found a paper bag... inside was a mix of magazines... mostly 50's/60's nudist mags... also some pics of my parents having sex! (my dad put himself thru college on the GI bill and being a pro photography... developed his own pics? I went into the bathroom... to look things over... My cock got hard... I rubbed it and had a dry orgasm. Thus began my sexuality!

They were never accidents

I used to masturbate(unknowingly) by rubbing against sheets and a pencil stuck in my bum even at the age of 5. I stopped that for a few years. I was 12 when a series of events led to reintroduction to self-gratification again.1) I heard my parent talking to a family friend about my sheet rubbing days. It started me thinking why I stopped. 2) earlier on school bus, an older student sent me to another kid to ask him what ‘sex’ was.

Well, one free vacation night, I thought of conjuring up old cuddly thoughts about rectal thermometers and I rubbed. To my surprise, it ended with more than the earlier tingly-feel-muscle-spasmish-orgasm. I started googling this stuff and found out that this was masturbation and the reason was that sexual activity made people ooze and squirt. It just took me 2-3 hours to figure out that it was vagina, th multifunction organ, where this all happens. Not the bum hole

Absolutely not

I remember it like yesterday. I was the only son of strict religious parents and no nudity or anything sexual was ever discussed. When I was about 13 my legs started to bother me and they felt weird. My mom took me to the doctor, who examined my legs and simply turned to my mother and said - he’s going thru puberty and his bones are growing. Nothing to be concerned about. And then we went home and never talked about it.

The next day I went to school and told my best friend that the doctor told me I’m in puberty and he explained to me what that meant and then asked me if I ever get boners. I told him that I did often. He said next time just rub and rub until you explode and it will feel good.

So,that night in the shower, that’s exactly what I did and the next day I couldn’t wait to tell my friend

The story has its beginning when I was ten or eleven, my mother became perplexed, she wanted to give me an enema because I had a cold and I didn't want anything to do with it. It was Thanksgiving day and we had company there for the meal, my mother enlisted an older close friend, the first thing I knew was this lady asked if I would let her give me an enema. I was embarrassed I think which is why I gave my mother the trouble and equally so with this other lady. As it turns out, the friend had rented a room to a young lady that was going to nursing school and needed work. She already worked for her room and board but they thought she could help my mom and maybe get her to give me an enema. Their plot was to introduce her to me as the new baby sitter of sorts. It didn't take long for Bethany to show up and she knocked on my bedroom door and asked to come in. She was asking about the various things in the room and was working on putting me at ease. Beth as she liked to be called, was talking about my sniffles and asked if she could take my temperature. She went out to get a thermometer and came back a minute or two later. Then she said I need you to lower your pants and roll over for me and soon felt her touching me and putting in the cold thermometer. When she pulled it out it was messy and she said you haven't gone to the bathroom today have you. My answer was yes I had gone but not back there. before long she got me to agree to let her make me go and before long I was laying on the bathroom floor and Beth was giving me some small enemas. With the stage set now, Beth was staying over when my parents went on trips to various places with customers from their business. It was only a short time before I walked into the bathroom and Beth was giving herself an enema (and as I learned later masturbating) and was very startled by my being there. I was probably thirteen then and I asked her if she needed some help. It soon became a bit more complicated when she asked to sleep with me at night (it seemed pretty innocent and besides cuddling nothing was going on) and we were giving each other enemas (still rather innocent) but I was beginning to enjoy having her give me an enema. She was also unable to stop me from asking questions and exploring her body more. I enjoyed laying behind her and draping my arm over her touching her breasts. When she was giving me an enema she would let me lick and suckle her breasts, and soon I was suckling her at the same time I was giving an enema to her. I confided in her it felt good when she gave me an enema and moved the nozzle around inside of me. For her part when I put the nozzle in her, the palm of my hand rested on her vulva and as she asked me to move the nozzle for her I was in fact masturbating her.

Then a rather awkward moment occurred when Beth was giving me an enema one day, she was moving the nozzle around and an intense wave of that good feeling happened and white stuff began running out of my penis. I thought there was something wrong with me, Beth however connected a lot of dots and assured me that what happened was quite normal and it could happen whenever we wanted it to. Now everything went out on the table so to speak, she was worried I would say something, and I was worried she would say something but neither of us could and keeping up the pattern was how it played out. It was for the most part an accident, Beth liked giving me enemas and probably was not aware of where that would lead, but the result was that we did more than cuddle after that. Just another example of nature taking the lead.

No my first time I came was with a toy in my butt. I mostly just wanted to know how it felt with something inside me. Now that being said I'm an only son and just have sisters.

It was for me. I don’t remember exactly when it was, but it was before I fully knew what masturbation was. I was laying in bed one night and I brushed my hand against my tip for some reason, and I was struck but how strangely pleasant it felt when I did. I kept doing it and started masturbating without realizing what it was I was doing. It didn’t take very long to finish, obviously. It was a powerful feeling that first time. So, yep, my first time was by accident. It took a while longer before I learned what it was I had done, and it was around then when I was told how to do it properly.

I can't say that i masturbated as such . When my cousin put me in panties with hankies in them i would hump away at anything . It felt so nice . This was when i was about 6 yrs old . Roll on to the week before my 11th birthday . I was smashed up . In a spinal brace with a hip brace . The muscle spasms and tics had been really bad and i was in a lot of pain and spasmed up . My cousin decided to take my diaper off me and just stroke me down there with a couple of lace hankies . Like she used to do when we were younger and playing mummy baby games in her Wendy house . Thats when it happened . It wasn't all fire works . Maybe due to the nerve damage but it was a slow wave of pleasure building up and squirting out of my willy into her hanky . It shocked both of us as she didn't think i was old or developed enough to fully orgasm and ejaculate and it was a shock to me as my whole body was enveloped by it . After when she had cleaned me up we noticed that the spasms had stopped and the pain had died right down . Pleased with herself she even told my aunt who tried it later when the spasms had returned . This became part of my diaper changes . Sometimes my cousin had friends over to read to me or play cards . It was never a humiliation thing . It was just a form of therapy that worked very well and helped to reduce my morphine dosage as well as my benzodiazepine use . Saying that by the time i got out of the spinal brace i was totally conditioned with the hankies and couldn't orgasm any other way .

Not necessarily an accident, but a surprise. I used to love straddling the arm of the couch and grinding my privates back and forth on it. One day I was doing it and it was feeling really really good. I sped up and humped harder and faster and made “uh uh uh” sounds and then I came.