Yeah, it was in 2005 just surfing the web found this site called Freeones and it had a board of people just talking about porn and women and a whole bunch of other stuff so I joined up. That's how I came here for the first time.
Do you remember the first time you came?
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yep, scared the shit out of me. no one had done the "talk" with me, so i didn't know what the hell was going on. i wasn't masturbating, i was dry humping the couch arm while watching Xuxa thinking "wow this feels good!"
i realize this is probably the most non-erotic story ever. sorry to disappoint :o
i realize this is probably the most non-erotic story ever. sorry to disappoint :o
Yes and it was insane. I was ether 10 or 11 and i was going through a rebellious stage and wasn't listening to my parents. One day when i was home alone I figured out my parents computer password and got on the internet. I started looking up everything that I knew was bad and even stuff I didn't know of until I found it. I was watching a porno when I felt my cock get hard. So I dropped my pants and started to mess around with my cock. In the porn video I was watching there was music so I thought that having music to listen to while I played with myself was the right thing to do. So for some reason I played the Six Flags Theme Song (the really techno one) and started to really stroke my cock to the beat. If you have heard that song its very fast passed so I was ready to cum in a minute. As I felt the tingling sensation begin I stopped because I didn't know what it was. I waited for a minute and then continued. I did the same thing again when the tingling stated again. The third time I decided to continue to beat it through the tingling and I'm glad I did. I remember closing my eyes as the tingling swept over my whole body and when it was done I opened my eyes. There was this white stuff on the head of my dick, on the table, and hanging from my penis whole. It was the best thing I have every felt. I beat it every day that week. Now I'm into a morning and night beat. I'm so addicted to it because it feels so good.
lol, exactly the same feeling here. It was crazy and I stole a Penhouse from the gas station and damn near locked myself in the bathroom for the next month. The first ones we ever got were probably the best and most monumental nuts ever.
I know they were the best.
The closest I got to that feeling again was when I was experimenting and tried milking my own prostate (which didn't work very well) when I was about to cum. It was close but I don't think you can ever feel the same way as the first time.
I had a friend give me a Letters to Penthouse in about 1983. There was only about 8 pictures but between the erotic writing and those picts it was enough.
Yeah once our cherry is popped it will never be the same again. Probably sort of like when we pop a girls cherry and her whole guts come out of her pussy and drench everything. Although I could be wrong.
I sure do. It was about 1996 and I had gotten into my dad's porno stash after he left for work. I had heard about jacking off from a few classmates and decided to give it a shot. No one ever told me what would happen once I masturbated for a long enough period after being aroused. Honestly, it scared the shit out of me when I first came. I was like "OH GOD!! WHAT HAVE I DONE!!" After that I did it about 5 more times until my cock was hurting.
Don't know. I suppose they could teach them everything.
Yes I do I was 13 and Playboy had a free preview of Night Call I came 3-4 times while watching.
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I was at a restaurant and this very cute girl wearing black nylons was our waitress. For the first time I decided to "do something about it" but waited until I got home. So, I thought about and masturbated for the first time. Great stuff!
I remember this very well. I was around 12 and was watching a porno on the couch and just started imatating pornstars masturbating not knowing what it meant. lol. It was the first time I came, and also the most powerful orgasm I ever had in my life. I remember trying to stand up afterward and my legs just gave out and I fell to the ground. Ahhhh the good old days. Now orgasms are about as exciting as a good yawn or stretch in the morning. lol.
Sunday 5th April 1981 at about 5pm.
Sitting on the crapper in my parents bathroom. Just had a shit.
If I was fantasing about anyone it would have been Cheryl Baker of Buck's Fizz who'd won the Eurovision Song Contest the previous evening. I had a raging stiffie anyway.:flame:
I'd heard about this wanking from friends who'd told me how great it was. I probably thought they were bullshitting me, but saw no reason not to give it a go.
About 5 minutes later I found out they weren't bullshitting.
I remember getting this lovely tingle in my knob, which then spread down my shaft, through my balls and right down to my toes. Then it seemed to reverse direction and double in intensity. Then, when it got back to my knob...well, that was the first installment of thousands...the first tablespoon of gallons.:nanner:
I probably did it about 3 or 4 times a day after that.
I can remember, after about six months, starting to feel guilty about my "filthy habit", and actually tried to give up.
The worst afternoon of my life.:crying:
Sitting on the crapper in my parents bathroom. Just had a shit.
If I was fantasing about anyone it would have been Cheryl Baker of Buck's Fizz who'd won the Eurovision Song Contest the previous evening. I had a raging stiffie anyway.:flame:
I'd heard about this wanking from friends who'd told me how great it was. I probably thought they were bullshitting me, but saw no reason not to give it a go.
About 5 minutes later I found out they weren't bullshitting.
I remember getting this lovely tingle in my knob, which then spread down my shaft, through my balls and right down to my toes. Then it seemed to reverse direction and double in intensity. Then, when it got back to my knob...well, that was the first installment of thousands...the first tablespoon of gallons.:nanner:
I probably did it about 3 or 4 times a day after that.
I can remember, after about six months, starting to feel guilty about my "filthy habit", and actually tried to give up.
The worst afternoon of my life.:crying:
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