My family lived in a large apartment building. At age two I became best friends with another two-year-old boy. Neither of us had siblings and we bounded around like brothers. We did everything together; as we got older we even went to the john with one another. No inhibitions at that age. I suppose having seen each other's naked bodies for years, at some point we began to explore each other and our small erections. At age 9 we must have heard about sex and decided to experiment. One afternoon we dropped our pants and underwear to our ankles, lay down on the living room floor, and rubbed our naked bodies together. His apartment was small. Suddenly the door to the hallway opened and there was his father. He came home early that day. We received a lecture about never doing this and that we'd better not do it again. And we didn't. A year later my friend moved away, and sadly the friendship ended. That was over 50 years ago.
Fast forward to age 12. I was in another apartment with two guys who were 14. We were playing a game when one suggested another game, and they concluded I was too young to play. They proceeded to take a tape measure and head for the bathroom. They were gone 15 to 20 minutes. They returned and we continued our game.
A few weeks later I was with one of the guys in his apartment. He asked me if I knew what game they were doing the other night. I said, I suppose your were measuring your penises. He agreed and said they were also masturbating, let me show you. He opened his pants and took out what seemed to be a huge penis, at least compared to mine. He suggested I drop my pants and do what he was doing. I did, but I couldn't yet ejaculate. A few weeks later we were together again and he wanted to do something called 69; after he explained what it was, I declined. I asked him if he and the other guy were doing that too. He said the bathroom was too small to stretch out, so they just gave each other oral sex. For a few years after that we would get together on occasions and masturbate together and also masturbate each other at times. At about age 13 I was masturbating alone and the first bit of semen came out — a very small amount. The next day a larger amount came out, and so on. I couldn't wait to show my friend that I was now able to ejaculkate, too.
I had known another close friend, also a neighbor, from age 3. At about age 13, we were wrestling one day and grabbed each other's crotches. This led to a discussion about masturbation. He needed instruction, and I was happy to oblige. When we had the opportunity we would meet after school, masturbate, and then go out to play ball.
My cousin was a year older and lived in the same city but not nearby. When I was 14 we were alone in his apartment and started fooling around. It didn't take long for us to drop our pants and start masturbating. He told me he and a friend would have sleep-overs. In addition to masturbating they would take turns having anal sex. He wanted to do the same with me, but this didn't seem right and I declined. Due to the distance we got together only on rare occasions for masturbation sessions.
It appeared to me that everyone in my neighborhood was masturbating with a friend. No one seemed to hide the fact. I once went to a friend's house and his mother let me in. I opened the door to his bedroom and walked in on him and another friend. One was about to give the other a blow job. They joked about my interrupting. Although they were both friends, I had never engaged in masturbation play with either of them.
By the time my friends and I were 16, girls came into the picture, and the mutual masturbation times slowly ended. By age 17 our "mutual" days were over. In addition to the sessions with my friends I was masturbating regularly and continued to do so, at least 5 times a week. At age 19 I took a leave from college and took a job as an assistant to a salesman. We traveled the road for about 10 weeks at a time. We always had separate hotel rooms and I had plenty of privacy, so I masturbated sometimes twice a day — once in the morning and before going to sleep at night. There just wasn't much else to do at night in small towns, some of which didn't even have a movie house.
Eventually I took a new job as a salesman traveling on the West Coast. I took an apartment with a roommate. Nights on the road were lonely. Not being into alcohol, my time in bars looking for women was limited. At times I would meet someone and we would end up at her place or my motel room. As most of the women were young and still living at home, at 2 or 3 in the morning I would find myself driving them home. This made it tough to get up for work the next day. On the rest of the nights I always had my palm to keep we warm, and it certainly did. I also found that a masturbation session before bed was, and still is, better than a sleeping pill.
When at home I had an active sex life, as did my roommate (not together). We lived in an area of young single guys and gals. It was the early '60s and almost every day was party time. At times he and I were doing the same girl in our place at the same time — a sort of threesome, except he and I didn't get it on. As it was a studio apartment, living room/bedroom combo, we had fun watching each other go at it. His penis was huge and made me jealous. I still was masturbating — my job allowed me to be home during the days when I wasn't on the road, so I had the place to myself and could go at it whenever. Just before my roommate was to move out, he hit on me — surprising, this after living together for almost two years. We both slept in the nude, and we were fully clothed when it happened. This was a real shocker as he was getting laid regularly, sometimes with two girls on the same day. I told him I wasn't interested, and he asked if I had done it with my guy friends when I was a teen. I lied and said no. He was not born in the United States, and he told me that in his town he masturbated, and more, with his buddies in twosomes and groups. He moved out two weeks later. I now had the place to myself and could now masturbate day or night.
I was hit on a few more times, once during a selling trip. I had a day off and went to a very empty beach. Some guy parked himself next to me and started making suggestions. My polite answers told him he would have to look elsewhere. Another time, years later, I took my dad to my gym. We were sitting on opposite sides of the steam room when a man walked in, stopped in front of me, and started stroking. When my dad said "let's go," he stopped, put his towel around himself, and sat down.
The last time was a real surprise. About 5 years ago a friend from teen years was staying in a hotel about a two hours' drive from where I currently live. He called and suggested I come on down for the night, as he had plenty of room. We could have dinner and talk about old times. On other times when we met he would discuss his marriage. He and his wife had stopped having sex years ago, not by his choice. He was too moral to cheat on her; he just masturbated daily. When I arrived the "plenty of room" was one double bed. I never slept in a bed with anyone other than with a woman (well, once with my male cousin at age 5) and for the past 30-plus years with my wife. I decided to have dinner and not stay over. We got to talking after dinner, reminiscing about the old days. I looked at my watch — it was 1 AM. Being tired and having had a few drinks, I didn't think it wise to drive two hours. In the morning, the first words out of his mouth were, "Boy, am I horny — I need to get laid." With that I got up and told him it would be best if he masturbated while I was in the shower. I returned, got dressed, and sat in the chair while he showered. When he came back in the room, rather than get dressed, he stood in front of me naked for about 10 minutes talking. I guess he still thought he had a shot. I have never been homophobic and was not disturbed by the guys who tried to hit on me. It was their lifestyle and I respected that. But I did feel sorry for him. I don't think he was a practicing homosexual and probably had never taken that risk before. I think the lack of a sex life, and our previous history, gave him the courage to try.
My drive to work was interesting. I had two hours to think back to my teen years. I never had any guilt about having masturbation sessions with my friends; in those days it seemed everybody in the neighborhood was screwing around with their best friend. His being there and his suggestion brought up many pleasant memories for me. By the time I got to my business I had an erection, and I had to head straight for the john (single men's room — once the door was locked no one could come in). Wow, it didn't take much stroking — I ejaculated my biggest load in years, and the distance was unbelievable. It went all over the floor — what a mess to clean up. Guess those early days really were "happy days" — even the vivid memories could still get the job done.
Twenty years ago I overheard my son, now in his 30s, and his best friend measuring up. A few days later we talked about it. He asked me if that made him gay, and I assured him that was not the case and told him I did the same with my friends. I then asked him who won, he said his friend. I told him I was always the loser in that game, too.
I am in my 60s now and recently had some very personal conversations with a long-time same-age friend. We met in college, and although we live in different cities we have maintained our friendship over the years. When I related my teen experiences he was greatly surprised. He never engaged in any type of masturbation activities, measuring up with his male friends, etc. I was just as surprised to learn that. It took lots of e-mail conversations and his reading JackinWorld biographies for him to realize that his friend of 45-plus years had not lived a perverted life as a teenager. He truly had no idea that these activities went on when we were teens (and still do). Finally, he has come to realize that teen guys masturbating together and each other is not an unusual phenomenon and still exists today. We are both in long marriages with active sex lives, have grown kids, and still find the time and have the desire to masturbate. I am sure we will be masturbating as long as our health and desires permit.
To all the teens who read JackinWorld: You are fortunate to have this forum to learn and share your experiences. For those who have guilt over their activities, the biographies, comments, and surveys can put that guilt to rest. You have a lot of strokes ahead of you. Enjoy each and every one of them.
