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Your first orgasm
When / where / how / why did you experience -first- orgasm? What did it feel
like?
You need not be male (or female) I'd just love to hear what everybody's
experience was. I'd especially like to hear from girls / women but men, please
weigh in!
I had my first orgasm at age thirteen (yup – and I still remember it like it was
yesterday!) though it took me several years to realize that that had been what
it was. At the time all I knew I had this little worm between my legs, that it
felt -extremely- nice to play with it and rub it, it got hard and there was a
very, very, VERY nice feeling that eventually resulted if I kept playing with it
long enough (beyond the nicest, most exciting feeling of anything else I had
ever experienced.)
This was pre-internet, so I had no idea what happened, -why- it felt so good or
what the purpose of it all was. I had looked at anatomy books and knew some of
the mechanics of sex (and that girls were different from me) but how it all
fitted was a mystery. My parents had explained the birds and the bees, but not a
word was said that about how it felt or -exactly- how it worked.
We did stay with a lesbian couple one evening (my brother and I) who were
friends of our parents. I did notice that they behaved a bit strangely when bath
time came round, looking, but also -not- looking at our penises when they ran us
a bath. I noticed, but did not know what it meant.
All I knew was if I rubbed my penis it got hard and I felt good. REAL good.
The discovery of it was quite accidental when I was eleven years old. I had been
a scout when at school, and our troop had been out for the weekend, sleeping out
and them coming back the Sunday. Of course there was no showering or washing,
and when we got back on the Sunday I was quite dirty and filthy. My mom sent me
off to take a bath, not listening to any protestations.
I undressed and got in. My dad had taught me to wash under the foreskin (I am
uncircumcised) so I did this. It was very sensitive, but there was no (what I
know now) sexual feelings or arousal involved – I usually just drew back the
foreskin and pushed the head into the hot water and let it soak for awhile. I
did not actually wash it, it was much too sensitive to touch nakedly, almost
painfully so.
After a minute or two I decided it was clean enough, drew my foreskin back over
my (then) tiny glans, then laid back to enjoy the bath. My sponge, an orange one
as I remember, was drifting in the bath.
Still being a pre-teen, there was of course no hair and I was tiny, about 2 to
3.5 cm when soft and about a max of 6 cm when fully erect. My diameter was about
1.5 cm when flaccid at the base and about 2 cm when erect. But boy, the
pleasures that tiny thing could bring.
These days of course things are much different, I'm about 8 cm long when
flaccid, and about 4 cm at the base, and then erect I can range up to 14.5 cm
and about 6.5 cm at the base, just before orgasm.
Anyway, I lay there looking around and reading a youth adventure novel (it was
an old Hardy Boys novel) and idly moving my legs around in the water, causing
little waves. As I was reading I suddenly became aware that my penis was getting
hard. I had not felt it come erect, it was just as if I suddenly realized it WAS
erect. It sometimes did this, especially in the mornings when I just woke up and
had to pee. Other times it would do that for no reason I could define.
But this erection was somehow... different. Usually it just felt kind of...
tight when it was erect (small as it was) and this was a definite sensation
experienced by me. Now that tightness was there, but there was a strange kind of
edge about it, another sensation, very pleasant but quite weak and faint still,
sensed mainly in the underside of the shaft of my penis, and in the head /
glans.
Today I still have different “types” of erections. Some are just semi-hard, the
shaft is still soft and can be pressed in slightly, with the glans not swollen
to its full extent, others are what I call “bursting” erections, the shaft of my
penis is rock-hard, the veins stand out proudly and the glans expands to maximum
dimensions of about 4 cm at the coronal ridge and about 5.5 cm long.
I can climax (and so so pleasurably) with almost any “degree” of erection, but
the “bursting” ones are often accompanied by more intense orgasms and I shoot
more semen.
The sensations continued, not getting more intense, just constantly present, a
low, humming undertone of something I had not felt before. My penis continued
getting harder, swelling and lengthening – I could feel it, but I tried to
ignore it and continued reading.
After awhile though, I could no longer ignore the strange buzzing pleasure
coursing through me. It had now started to leave my penis and spread down my
legs and up my belly, a kind of tense, vibrantly exciting animal heat I cannot
really describe. It just felt marvelous, but of course I had no idea that what I
was feeling was the beginnings of sexual pleasure. I put the book down. It still
looked normal, it was erect (and very very hard at that, but it had done that
before – but I did noticed the glans was a deeper purple colour than usual,
where it stuck out of my foreskin) and then I noticed my sponge!
With me stirring my legs constantly in the water, and the sponge drifting
between them, the waves I had created had slowly moved it around and eventually
it had bumped up gently against the underside of my tiny ball sack in time with
the rhythm of the movement of my legs. The soft bump-rub, bump-rub, bump-rub of
the rough sponge against the silky underside of my scrotum (and my penis's root,
which goes down your scrotum between the testicles before going up into your
body) was what had set off the erection.
And the new delectable sensation I was experiencing.
The Hardy Boys were now forgotten.
I reached down and brushed my scrotum's underside with my fingers, pushing my
testicles sideways. It felt nice, but the pleasant feeling was abating somewhat.
Running my fingertip up my hard-swollen shaft the feeling kind of ballooned –
the higher on the shaft I stroked, the quicker it intensified – it happened so
quickly I was scared, almost terrified with the sheer POWER of it – the buzzing
pleasure in my small cock turning into an instant roaring torrent of such
electric delight I had never thought could exist. It poured out like lava from
my tiny hard-erect penis, gushing and pushing out over my body, setting my legs
and belly on fire. I was so startled I jerked my hand away. It soared heavenward
through me for a few more seconds, indescribably wonderful, bone-deep pleasure
and a strange panicky kind of something-is-going-to-happen feeling, and I
noticed my penis involuntarily twitching. Moments after letting go it faded
away, going to a kind of background hum of arousal (or, what I now know is
arousal.)
At that time I had no idea what had just happened, and now I can realize that
that wasn't even orgasm, or even the start of an orgasm. It had just been my
genitals reacting to stimulation for the very first time that I was aware of.
Still mystified, I again dragged a finger up my swollen shaft, more lightly this
time. The pleasure returned in an instant, my penis straining against my
fingertip, swelling even more and getting harder. I was worried I'd break it, I
was on fire but it had never before gotten that hard and I had never before felt
this... it was undeniably a pleasant feeling, but it was also so good and so
intense I thought something might be wrong.
I was amazed, it was as hard as bone, the head a huge, purple-glistening plum
sitting atop the soft steel of the shaft, straining up against my belly. I
cannot retract my foreskin when erect, and it was stretched drum-tight over the
glans, just as it still is today, and it felt incredible.
It was as if it had a life of its own.
It was almost as if the sensations were agony. I'd run my finger up my penis and
kind of shrink inward around it, the sensation was so pleasurable and intense it
felt as if I'd jump out of my skin. I was immediately hooked. I circled the head
a few times, setting off new streamers of rapture through me. It went on and on,
I'd touch it, it would kind of... scream, I'd let go and sit there shuddering
for a few seconds, trying to process the consuming, hellish ecstasy I had
discovered hiding, and now released, from my twitching virgin penis.
I did it over and over, touching in different ways, each time this jet of
unbearable delight squirting over my entire body, I'd jerk away, grit my teeth
and ride the ecstasy out, then wait a few seconds, touch my penis again, the
pleasure would flood my awareness, and repeat. Much later my mom knocked on the
door, concerned, I'd probably been in there an hour or more and I had to come to
dinner. The water had long since gone cold.
I had definitely not masturbated, I did not know how. I usually nowadays do it
like almost every male everywhere does it – grip around the head and the back of
it and rub – but then I was completely innocent.
What I can now think probably happened was that I was NOT orgasming, I was just
edging. Each time the panicked beginning of climax would approach in my penis it
would simply get too intense to bear and I'd let go, stopping penile
stimulation, and then it would fade back to the plateau phase. I stayed in that
cycle quite awhile. Still too young to ejaculate, I might have been capable of
multiple orgasms, I don't know.
I got out, had some difficulty dressing with my still hard-erect penis, and had
dinner. Eventually it became soft again like it always was, but I couldn't stop
thinking about what had happened to me.
I began playing regularly after that, every chance I could get. When doing it
out of the bath, I noticed that the tip of my penis got really, really wet with
a clear fluid each time I played like that, but I still had no idea of what was
going on exactly. It just felt incredible to play with it.
It must have been a year or two later that I finally orgasmed.
I had gotten into the bath again and immediately started playing with my penis.
It obliged and came erect in seconds, the first soaring pleasure overwhelming me
less than a minute later. I cycled and cycled, trying to keep on stroking it for
longer and longer. I sensed some kind of “wall” near the point where I always
stopped, and I was curious to find what was behind it. The pleasure didn't dip
and rise as before, there was a new kind of “tingling” that was constantly
seeming to increase, the longer I kept touching it and the shorter I kept the
pauses without stimulation. It was still almost too intense to bear to keep
rubbing, but the more I did the more it seemed to get “used” to the simulation.
Somewhere I had started using proper technique – gripping the head through my
foreskin and rubbing it – discovering new delights and ecstasies in the process.
I had since started growing pubic hair, and I remember my one or two strands
drifting in the water.
I rubbed and edged, rubbed and edged, the tingling sensation getting worse, as I
continued for longer and longer sessions... I don't know exactly at what point,
but the pleasure came up again (exactly like if you take car radio's volume and
twist it louder and louder, but turning it faster and faster so it gets louder
more quickly, over time) and somehow I gritted my teeth and kept rubbing. The
tingling got worse and worse (I experienced it as something separate from the
general sexual ecstasy overwhelming my organ) and the rest of my body kind of
started going numb, all the sensation draining out of it and into my throbbing
penis. The panicky / scared, something-is-going-to-happen kind of feeling came
back, combining somehow with the tingling feeling in my penis and the awesome
galactic pleasure coursing through my sex. It felt as if it was getting harder
and harder each second, but I couldn't stop and then it was as if the panic, the
pleasure and the tingling all suddenly went faster, roiling up and down my
penis, then merged into one almighty explosion centered in the purple tip which
I was frantically rubbing through my foreskin.
To this day I cannot describe it accurately, it was like turning inside out,
being set on fire and crushed all at the same time, but all of it consisting of
such exciting and intense sexual ecstasy that I was convinced I had broken my
penis somehow and that I was dying. It felt like rushing up stairs, going higher
and higher each second, electric, indescribable. My penis head kind of exploded
(I remember vaguely looking down, horrified that it really HAD burst, but it was
still there) and a clear fluid squirted in short, glittering spasms from the
slit in the glans, and deep in my groin I felt a dam kind of break. The orgasm
was only in the head at first, but then in a kind of rushing wave of fire it
flashed down my penis's shaft and entered my body, intensifying all the way,
ramming into the dam wall and I felt my testicles jerk upward against the root
of my penis inside my sack.
I had never felt this much consuming delight and fiery ecstatic heaven in all in
my life – it went on an on, all over my body, panicky little spurts of pre-cum
jetting out of the head (I was too young to ejaculate real semen yet it was
just lubrication spurting out) a level of sexual pleasure (and a kind of horrid
terror at how INTENSE it all felt) I had not known could exist, a million times
more intense than the edge/close/stop feelings I'd had so far.
I had no idea that it was an orgasm.
It went on for what felt like a very long time, then slowly the sexual feeling
ebbed and for the first time (as I gasped and laid there trying to quantify what
I had just felt) my penis lost most of its sensation. This concerned me again,
but later I would realize that that was normal and that I could go again in
about fifteen minutes (much longer today!)
If anything, I started masturbating even more and started having regular
orgasms. The spurting of clear fluid at the height of sexual climax continued,
until I was about sixteen when it slowly started turning milky and also
increasing in volume. This was of course accompanied by the pleasure
intensifying (an ejaculatory orgasm is simply beyond any hope of description as
to how it fels – the same hellish physical pleasure but combined with an
unbearably intense sensation that feels a lot like doing an emergency pee after
not draining your bladder for a week). And of course in the years since I
discovered my penis it also got longer, thicker, heavier and my pubic hair grew
everwhere around it and on my ball sack.
In the meantime of course there was intense study of ANYTHING sexual I could
find – which was not much – and after some diligent research I finally figure
out the whole sex thing around eighteen.
Anyway, that was my experience! What was your first experience?
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