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My First Orgasm
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My First Orgasm I apologize to all of you for my absence this week, I am just now catching up with myself and I realized that it is time for another fireside chat! When I was a little boy (all of about 10 years old), I lived in the mountains on the tiny island of Kauai, Hawaii. We resided in a little shack nestled in the jungle at the foot of Mt. Wai'ale'ale, better known as the wettest spot on Earth. It was in this dream-like part of my life when I first discovered that I did not have to wait for manhood to arrive in order to satisfy the nearly unbearable urges that were already plaguing my nights. One day, my friend Nick and I were playing outside in the jungle and we came inside to cool off a bit. We were in my bedroom drinking Kool-Aid, when he tells me with much excitement that he discovered a new activity that was way more fun that climbing Monkey pod trees. He described a process where you pull down your pants and play around with your penis until it grows hard, stroking and touching it lightly from the base all the way up to the head. Once you were hard he explained, you grasp it at the base and slide your hand up and down as fast as your arm could take it. "Why on earth would we want to do that?" I asked innocently. He replied: "If you keep doing this for a long time, past the point when your arm gets tired, it will begin to tickle so much that you have to stop!" Tickle I thought? This sounds different from anything else we did for fun, so I was instantly curious. "How does it work again?" I asked. He shrugged: "Wanna do it now? You'll see for your self." I agreed. He pulled down his pants then and there and lay back on the bed. "You grab it like this, and touch it for a while until it grows hard." I watched and sure enough his cock began to grow magically in his hand, right there before my eyes. Fascinated, I followed suit and pulled down my shorts. I lay back on the other bed that sat in the corner, and began playing with myself, swinging it around in circles like a toy, and touching it in any way I could. Before long I too was hard and standing erect in the hot Hawaiian air. I glanced over at nick and he was moving his hand rapidly now, making little slapping noises as he masturbated vigorously. "Now you want to move your hand as fast as you can, up and down like this." I watched for a second and began to mimic his movements from across the room, and before long there we were...both of us pounding our hairless cocks mercilessly until our arms cramped. I remember the naughty feeling of excitement brewing in my chest at this new discovery...what if someone burst in and found us both like this? This danger only seemed to quicken my pace. I worked my fist feverishly against my body with steady determination for what seemed like forever...every now and then I thought I felt something about to happen, something brewing in my loins...but it would fade before I could put my finger on it. I glanced up when I heard a noise from the other bed...a type of groan I think. I saw Nick's hand speed up to a blur and then slowed to a slow steady rhythm as he let out a huge sigh and looked up at the ceiling. His eyes seemed to<b> glaze </font></b>over and he winced for a few seconds and finally let go of his penis as if it were a hot frying pan. He lay there panting... "See, eventually you simply can't touch it anymore, it tickles way too much." Frustrated, I moved my fist over my cock even faster now...trying desperately to experience this phenomenon for myself. He stood up and walked over to the bed, as if examining my technique and I lay there blushing and breathing heavily. Once again, I felt something building inside me, but it simply died away once more. "Try switching hands when you get tired, it can interfere with the whole thing." I nodded and started over. Slowly building up speed until slapping noises reverberated off the wall. I pounded myself feverishly before switching hands right before my arm cramped up. I continued like this for what must have been 20 minutes, sweating and flushed with this boy coaching me from the foot of the bed. Finally something happened I made a little noise and I felt a tickling sensation beginning at the base of my cock and spreading out across the rest of my body in waves. I fought to keep moving my arm as my stomach and leg muscles tightened and my hips rose unconsciously off the bed, arching my back and pointing my erect penis toward the heavens. This strange sensation rocked my entire being... growing more and more intense until I cried out and yanked my hand away. I stared in amazement at the throbbing monstrosity that was nothing more than a little boy's penis just moments ago, now something unfamiliar. A tiny droplet of a clear sticky liquid emerged from the tip, barely large enough to see, but it was there nonetheless. I lay there panting on this bed, with Nick standing over me with a smug grin. "See?" He said. "I told you wouldn't be able to keep going." "What the hell was that?" I asked. "I dunno, but it sure feels weird huh." I nodded my agreement while pulling up my pants. We finished our Kool-Aid and ran back outside to continued climbing trees and throwing rotten guavas at each other, without so much as an awkward thought. This was Hawaii, and people didn't "worry" about such things like they did every where else. It was a completely innocent act, no different to us than playing GI Joes. Looking back I realize that what I had experienced was an orgasm without ejaculation; I was young and had not yet begun to produce sperm. It was a strange feeling that left you rather frustrated and in need of some unknown release. It was not until a year or two later that I discovered that what I had felt was only the beginning... My best friend Leiah was a female close to my age, maybe 12 years old. We were very close, and slept over at each others house every other night. She and I were fooling around on top of the vines that make up the jungle canopy (a perfect bed by the way). We were playing doctor and other childhood games, and Leiah was playing with me casually for nearly 30 minutes when I cried out unexpectedly and gripped the vines for dear life: I was caught in the current of my first full orgasm. As I fell back against the leaves and moaned I felt something squirt from the tip of my cock and run down the shaft onto her fingers. I don't know how long I came for, but it seemed to go on forever. She giggled and kept stroking me until I finally pulled her hand away, blushing furiously. It was a tiny amount of liquid, perhaps 2 or 3 drops...but it had a slightly white tint to it for the first time in my memory. She stared at her sticky hands in amazement and we both giggled at what had just happened. She was utterly fascinated and as curious as a kitten. When I walked her home that night, I could tell that she was struggling to find the courage to ask me something. I told her that she was my best friend, and that she could ask me anything. She looked up at me; bashful and smiling...she brushed a lock of blonde hair from her eyes and asked: "Do you think that I could be your Girlfriend?" My heart raced with excitement. This was a first indeed. "Sure" I replied. "I would like that very much." She smiled, relieved. "Can I do that thing to you again tomorrow, after school maybe?" I nodded, smiling openly as we arrived at her door. She looked over her shoulder and waved goodbye. I ran all the way home to tell the world that I had a girlfriend! Leiah and I drifted apart when she moved out of town, but I still think of her often, about what might have been? To this day I have not found another woman whom I felt so comfortable with, as if there was no reason to be self conscious... perhaps that is why my first orgasm was achieved by her gentle hand? I wonder where she is right now...Married? ? I'd pay good money to know... READERS: Do you remember your first Orgasm? Was it discovered all at once, or through a series of accumulating experiences like my own? Was it a happy and laid back situation, or fraught with trouble and trauma? Send me your thoughts...  |
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7/18/2006 3:18 am |
I can't even remember my last orgasm and you want to remember my first lmao. Glad your alright I was gonna have to send out a search party for you. Juicy 
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7/19/2006 2:09 pm |
I can't even remember my last orgasm and you want to remember my first lmao. Glad your alright I was gonna have to send out a search party for you. Aye, it has been a strange week indeed, but I'm alive with my feet on the ground  Thanks hun,
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7/20/2006 4:08 pm |
I certainly do remember my first orgasm. At least, I think it was my first orgasm. I was playing cowboys and indians with a friend one day when I was 6 years old. I might have been younger, I'm not sure. We were straddling the railings on the front porch, and rocking back and forth, pretending we were riding horses. I began to feel a tingling around my pussy, and I got a feeling of elation. I felt warm and very wiggly. That was the greatest game of cowboys and indians that I ever played.
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7/20/2006 5:21 pm |
I certainly do remember my first orgasm. At least, I think it was my first orgasm. I was playing cowboys and indians with a friend one day when I was 6 years old. I might have been younger, I'm not sure. We were straddling the railings on the front porch, and rocking back and forth, pretending we were riding horses. I began to feel a tingling around my pussy, and I got a feeling of elation. I felt warm and very wiggly. That was the greatest game of cowboys and indians that I ever played. The visual that conjures up is priceless, I imagine your face suddenly changing to a look of surprise as you wondered what was going on between your legs... Thanks for stopping by m'lady!
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7/22/2006 9:54 am |
Are we discussing our first masturbation orgasm or out first with another person? My first time was of course at the mercy of my own two hands i had determined if I grinded my hand into my clit and the surrounding area it took my breath away. i continued on and on my hips slammedinto my hand and the pressure increased. The build up became more and more intense until all of a sudden the feelings became too great. My eyes crossed and I couldn't move my hand anymore cause it was just oo sensitive a feeling. This was when i was 8. masturbation was awesome, sometimes i feel because of all the masturbating I did as a child it has made it more difficult for me to come by another. At the same time I feel that at least becauxse of this someone has to put a little work into the sexual situations that occur between me and them. I came the first time with my first boyfriend I loved. We were at a hotel because we went to sci-fi/fantasy writer's conventions a lot and we had headed back to our room early cause we had been dancing prior and out bodies moving with one another causing friction and a sexual tension became too great. I knew I was on top of him and we were just going. A furious aggressive pace that became so great and that classic the world exploded and the stars shot across the inner lids of my eyes is the best way to describe it. I cried out. This is also how i learned auditory participants excites me greatly but that i will save for my own blogging *wink* Take care my friend `Velvet Hell is when u should have walked away, but u didn't.
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7/22/2006 1:00 pm |
Wow Velvet, it sounds like your first time was wonderful (both with your bf and alone). Funny, I myself have often wondered if the amount of masturbation I did as a child might have affected my sex life a bit. When I first began having sex with others, I remember how difficult it was to control myself due to the fact that I had been trained to cum as quickly as possible. This coupled with the increased sensitivity of my uncut cock made matching my rhythm with my girl friend a bit challenging at first. I'll be watching your blog to hear more about your love for vocal partners. Thanks for stopping by, excellent points as always.
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