Was your first masturbation an accident?

Yes, absolutely! I was 12 and home alone one evening looking through one of my dad's Playboys. I was naked from the waist down and was mindlessly fondling my penis as I turned the pages. I don't remember how long I was at it, but I'm sure it must have been a while as I studied the naked bodies of the pretty women in front of me, focusing on breasts, pubic hair (this was the late 1970s, after all!) and face.

At some point I put the magazine down and began fondling myself more earnestly, using both hands. I held the rigid shaft with my left hand, while the palm of my right hand made small circles around the glans.

I had for as long as I could remember been fascinated with my penis, learning early on how good it felt to touch it. But this time it was different. As my pace quickened I was startled by the sudden intense sensation radiating out from my insides, the contraction of muscles I didn't know existed and the appearance of drops of white fluid that dripped out onto my naked, hairless thigh. It wasn't much but it was something.

I couldn't believe how good it felt. I was aware of masturbation, knew other boys in junior high did it (or at least joked about doing it) but I never knew how it was done. Nor was I about to ask, for fear that I would be teased mercilessly for my naiveté.

When those drops came out of me I knew I had discovered the secret of masturbation. For the first year or so, I wasn't aware of the classic up and down motion and instead continued to masturbate with both hands, gripping the shaft with the left hand and making circles around the glans with the palm of my right hand until that feeling came back and I shot my goo out between my legs into the toilet, which was now the regular location for my self-discovery, given that the bathroom was the only room in the house with a lock on it.

In a sense, it was an accident, or at least a surprise. I was sitting on the toilet touching my penis and enjoying the good feeling that I'd experienced many times before when suddenly I had an orgasm and ejaculated. This was my first conscious ejaculation.

That evening, at bed time, I repeated the experiment, and came again. I remember the science nerd in me thinking, "It's reproducible". I had discovered the technique, and I was off on a long masturbatory career.

Good question, I think that for all of us we discover masturbation by accident.

For me it was until I was 10 years old. But since I was 7 when I exercised, especially football, the constant rubbing of my glans with my underwear made me feel ticklish like when you really want to pee.

It always left a stain on my underwear, now I know it was precum. This was always the case but the excitement of the game along with the adrenaline caused me to ignore it. As I said in another comment, one day before a game, to avoid friction burns on my penis, I always put petroleum jelly on it.

My routine was always to bathe and change, but first I would put on cream and sunscreen, and lastly I put jelly on my penis. When I was putting on I felt intense tickling. But due to lack of time I ended up changing.

When I returned I still had in mind when I bathed what I had felt, so I grabbed the jar of jelly and in the bathroom I put some on and one thing led to another,That made me have a dry orgasm.

That time I was very scared by the sensation of spasms and seeing how my penis vibrated. Pure innocence, when I was able to relax my body, a transparent liquid came out of my penis. I took a bath and put on my pajamas, I didn't talk to anyone about it.

I didn't do it again until I was almost 12 years old, while on vacation I started to be attracted to girls, especially because in Spain it is common that they don't wear bras go with nothing on the beach other than their bottoms.

I noticed that seeing them and imagining them gave me a more intense erection, you could see the tent that my swimsuit made.

That day I was bathing and grabbed some of the body cream and started masturbating imagining the girls. When out of nowhere I had an intense spasm and I felt very intense tickling. My penis spurted a stream of white liquid, my first cum. As soon as I could, I got up, cleaned myself, and put on my clothes. A few days later I told my older brother and he was the one who described to me what had happened to me.

There I discovered that my penis was not just for pee

I recall it like it was yesterday. As puberty set in hard, I started having strange fixations about diapers and plastic pants. For no reason I could think of it made me feel tingly and excited to think about them. at this time my little brother began bedwetting. So the diapers and a brand new pair of plastic pants were brought into play. with the heavy shaming that went with his diaperings it wasn't long before he was "cured." I started fantasizing about what it would be like to wear them. Over a few nights I put together a plan to get the diapers, pins and plastic pants. the night came.

I drank a ton of water planning to have the full experience. Sometime deep in the night I woke up. I had to pee really bad so I hurriedly got my diaper pinned on and the plastic pants pulled over them. I laid there in my bed in the wildest state I ever experienced trying to soak my diaper like a baby. I was so excited I could feel my heart beating. Try as I might nothing would come out. I felt the need to pee overwhelming, but my stiffie refused to allow me to. I was trying to understand what was happening when all of a sudden, a tidal wave of mind-blowing pleasure washed over me. I suddenly felt myself filling my diaper. At first I thought I was peeing but very quickly I realized i was pumping something else into my diaper. I had no idea what my body was doing and I stated getting scared.

As I calmed down after ejaculating my fear grew. When I looked in my diaper I was horrified to find gobs of white goo. I couldn't get out of the diaper fast enough. Worst, I had to wash and hide away everything without waking everyone sleeping. I certainly couldn't ask anyone about what happened. I'd still be in the mental hospital! LOL. So, I could only hope I didn't damage myself. Over the next few weeks I came to realize I had experiences what the school had taught us was a wet dream. Only I wasn't sleeping! Wow, when I figured it all out it wasn't long before I tried another run. It rewarded me with the same mind blowing results. My diapers and plastic pants ended up providing me with tremendous pleasure all the way thru my school years and even yet today.