Dr. boner

By the time I was 9 or 10 years old, I had discovered how good it felt to have an erection. Some of my friends started to talk about it, and we decided to show one another our erections. We would take out our penises and touch and squeeze ourselves until we got hard. It was a big joke, except that it felt so good. Nobody knew anything about masturbation, so we stopped there.

About a year later, a new boy moved into our neighborhood. He was about our age but more experienced. When he got an erection he would keep his hand on it and push the skin up and down. By this time we were comfortable touching one another's erections, so I let him touch mine. At once I felt the new stimulation. But I knew nothing about orgasm, so after a while he stopped stroking me. I put my erection back into my pants and started to walk away. Within a minute or two I felt a tremendous surge of pleasure from my penis. I had had my first orgasm.

From then on I got together with my friends to masturbate, although I didn't know that was what we were doing. Raised in a strict Catholic home, I had never heard anything positive about sexuality. Whatever vocabulary I had to describe my genitals or actions associated with it came from the street.

My family moved to another suburb, and I was left without my masturbation group. After school started, however, I made new friends and discovered that masturbation was a more popular sport than I had realized. Two of my new friends made no secret of the fact that they liked to masturbate and took it for granted that I did, too. In time we found a nearby wooded area where would gather to masturbate. We were proud of our erections and would touch each other to prove just how hard they were.

At home I tried masturbating in the bathtub. Sometimes I would lie on my stomach in the water and move up and down until I had an orgasm. By then I was ejaculating enough semen for me to be concerned about hiding the evidence from my family. I was already having "wet-dreams" and staining my pajamas with the semen. I tried keeping some Kleenex near my bed to use when I played with myself before going asleep. In bed I would put my right hand between my legs and lightly touch my penis and scrotum until I got hard. Then I would make a fist and rub my foreskin up and down until I ejaculated. I had never known such intense pleasure.

In high school my interest in girls overshadowed my interest in masturbation, but I didn't masturbate any less. I had yet to discover the use of cream or spit to increase my pleasure. My method was limited to my right fist, but the orgasms were wonderful.

High school was when my circle of friends moved away from wanting to masturbate together, but this did not mean any ebb in masturbation frequency. Sometimes I would walk through a nearby wooded area at night to urinate. Once I finished I would fist my erect penis and bring myself to orgasm. Sometimes my family would leave me alone at home on a weekend for a few hours; then I would strip off all my clothes and slowly stroke myself and let the semen flow over my belly. I had not dared to speak to any adult about what I was doing.

A trip to the doctor was almost my undoing. As a high school freshman, I had to get a physical. I could not remember how many years it had been since I had been in a doctor's office. I was shown to an examination room and told to remove all my clothing. I did so but kept my briefs on because, try as I may, I could not avoid getting an erection. The doctor entered, took one look at me with the partial bulge in my underwear, and told me to remove my briefs. Obedience was the first rule in my family, so I did as he told me and stood there with my erection. I wanted to die. Surely he would start asking me questions: Did I masturbate, and how often? How long had I had the habit? Did I ejaculate alone or with friends? Instead the doctor proceeded to examine me and made no mention of my erection. I left the office trying to think of something else — anything else — but I could not forget my humiliation.

Becoming an adult is a work in progress, and it continues throughout our lives. Sex is central to our existence. Even when intercourse is available to us, we return to masturbation as a solitary but fun activity. Playing with oneself in the shower is a great way to add excitement to masturbation in bed before dropping off to sleep. JackinWorld is a healthy resource not only for adolescents who want to start exploring their own sexuality, but for mature adults like myself who want to clear out their old notions about sexuality and have fun discovering still more ways to pleasure themselves. Masturbation really is fun for a lifetime!