Irrigation canal

I grew up on a farm, and although I had seen animals having sex, I hadn't had "the talk" from my parents when I first learned about masturbation. I was about 11 and my brother 9 1/2 when we had the preacher's boys (our same ages) sleeping over one summer night in a makeshift tent. The conversation worked around to girls and sex. They asked if we knew about masturbation; we said, "What's that?" So they explained, and we tried it, with amazing results in a few minutes. Having no terms for any of this, I called the orgasm a "thrill" — which it was. From that time on I masturbated almost every day if I could get the right chance. My brother and I had mutual sessions sometimes; once we tried fellatio on each other but not to orgasm.

The next big event was my first ejaculation. When I reached my orgasm several spurts of semen came out and then kept oozing for 5 or 10 minutes. I was worried that something had been damaged, but I was relieved when everything was normal the next day. I remember being proud that now I was growing up and could start a baby.

In the summer we frequently swam in a nearby irrigation canal with several other boys. This allowed me to see the various sizes and shapes of their genitals, which I found very interesting. Several of them were uncut, so I got to compare my circumcised penis with theirs. Sometimes we strutted our erections and had "circle jerks" to see who could ejaculate first or shoot the farthest. More often I had mutual sessions with one or two friends, sometimes at their places and often at mine. Usually we watched each other as we stroked ourselves, but there were times when we masturbated each other. I was turned on to see their erect penises and how they masturbated as well as seeing my own erect penis.

As a hot-blooded teenager I sometimes masturbated 3 or 4 times a day; there was seldom a day when I didn't masturbate at least once. An exception was when I attended summer church camp, but since it lasted only 5 days I made it okay. When I went into the Army in 1943, my habit slowed down until I figured out how to indulge under a blanket at night using a sock to catch the semen. After the war was over and I was in college, I continued my solitary masturbation, except in the summer when I had mutual masturbation sessions with a close friend. By then the hormones had eased off somewhat and my frequency was down to about 3 or 4 times per week.

After my marriage the frequency averaged about once a week unless we were apart for a week or so. My technique remains pretty much the same over the years — stroking with my dominant hand, although in recent years I have frequently used lubricants. I vary my location according to the situation — sometimes lying down, sometimes seated on the toilet, and other times in the shower. I find soap suds to be a good lubricant and often insert my left index finger in my anus to intensify the sensations. At age 79 the nerves in my penis aren't as sensitive as they used to be, so the anal stimulation compensates for that loss.