I found JackinWorld when I checked my computer to find out where my kids were surfing to. I've found many Web pages that were not worth a penny, but JackinWorld is different — it is simply excellent. It can be of great help to boys and girls looking for information on masturbation that cannot be provided in the homes. I have read many of the biographies of the month, and it seems everything has gone smoothly for every one. That has not been the case for me, although I have enjoyed masturbation for many years.
I have lived in a country where, in my childhood and adolescent years, sex was not talked about at home. Parents did not explain anything to their children, who had to learn everything from their older peers. I do not recall ever talking about sex until I was almost 12 years old. Even though I was aware I had erections, I never knew anything about masturbation or played with myself until that age. One day I asked my aunt why a friend of hers was so fat, and she explained that before you are born, your mother has the baby in her tummy for some time. That was all.
Around the time I turned 12, I remember being in my phys-ed class at school, and for some reason, we were doing nothing. I guess our teacher did not come to work that day. Some of the guys started to talk about how children are made, and for the first time I realized that the father contributed to procreation with his semen. I didn't understand how this could be possible, but did not say anything.
Two or three weeks later, I was in class and had to pee and got a pass to go to the toilet. In the bathroom, I was trying to pee without success because I had an erection. Just at that moment, the boy who was explaining everything about sex in that phys-ed class walked in and realized how I was. He said, "Having problems? You should get rid of it." He asked if I had ever wanked. I said I didn't know what he was talking about, and without taking notice, he put his hand around my penis and started masturbating me. I really enjoyed it and let him do it without resisting. When I ejaculated, I spilled some semen — a little bit, but semen indeed — but I felt so bad afterwards. He explained to me that the substance (semen) is what a man puts in a woman's vagina to have children. He walked out of the bathroom without doing anything, and I felt terrible. I thought something wrong had happened to me and almost went without eating for about a week. My parents thought of taking me to the doctor's, but there was no need.
I went to my grandmother's to visit my cousin. His parents lived on the grounds of a power station out of town. There was no school nearby, and he had to come to my granny's for the school week. He was running a fever that day and was in bed, so I went to his room. When I walked in, I realized he was doing something under the covers. I thought he was hiding something from me. I begged him to show me what is was, but he did not want to. When he wasn't paying attention, I pulled his covers away from him and found him with an erection and his pajama bottoms down. He was 2 years older than me, and he said in an offhand way that he was masturbating. I asked me to do it, so he did it in front of me, and then I joined in until we both reached orgasm. I must confess here that I felt great afterwards; all that pain and worry I had being suffering since that day at school went away.
From age 13 to 18 I participated in masturbation sessions with some friends and with my cousin. My friends and I didn't touch each other; we wanted to show each other who could ejaculate the farthest or deliver the biggest load. With my cousin we worked each other to ejaculation, until one day, we mimicked heterosexual sex. We lay on top of each other, rubbing our penises against each other's stomachs until we ejaculated. From that day on, we never joined in another session, since we reckoned this was more for gay people than for straight people, as we thought ourselves to be. I do not remember feeling bad about it, but I decided it was something I was never going to do again.
I didn't get the most out of masturbation from those sessions, but rather from my own experiences using the "Stop & Go" method. I reckon, some may disagree, that when you go solo you can take yourself to a perfectly complete and satisfying orgasm, while in a group session you just have a nice, satisfying orgasm. I learned this by serendipity. Two things led me into this idea.
First, because of being born in a very strict society, I was raised with the idea that any sex activity out of the wedlock was bad. A priest had told me that the Bible said so, referring to the Onan story. That bothered me. Being an aspiring potential scientist, I looked the story up in the Bible and found out that Onan's sin was not masturbation but spilling semen on the ground. (I later realized the sin was refusing to give a son to his brother, as God had commanded.) I reckoned, then, that I could work my penis for a while as long as I stopped just before ejaculation. I wasn't spilling semen on the ground. But in may instances, after stopping and going for a while — maybe an hour — I could not hold out any longer. Sometimes I ejaculated the biggest quantity I had ever seen before.
By around age 14, I started a workout program using the Charles Atlas Method, which required some nude sessions. You were instructed to get completely undressed and lie down on your bed with the windows open for about an hour or so each day. Supposedly this allowed your skin to breathe freely in order to fortify your muscles, something that was normal for our ancestors when nobody wore clothes. Whenever I was lying in bed naked, I got an erection and starting pumping my penis using the "Stop & Go" method, trying with all my heart not to "spill semen on the ground" — but again, I could not hold it any longer, and I experienced the most magnificent orgasms. The time arrived when I did not experience any guilt at all. I did these sessions mainly at bed time, and I often ended up sleeping nude all night, something I still do all the time and enjoy greatly.
My solo sessions were enhanced when I added background music to them. We had an old record player, one of those that allowed you to play 4 or 5 old LP records one after the other. I always liked jazz instrumental music, so I triesd masturbating to it. While naked on the bed with an erection, I could masturbate using the "Stop & Go" method for about an hour.
I first had sexual intercourse with a woman at age 19. It was unthinkable to have heterosexual sex before marriage, unless you did it with a prostitute, something I never considered. Women remained virgins so they could get good husbands, but in this case I happened to meet a foreign-exchange student, and we became friends. From this relationship I learned that masturbation and sexual intercourse could be two completely different parts of your sex life. I had my second one at age 21 with another foreign-exchange student, and that was all until I married at age 24. In the mean time I had solo sessions with music in the background. I never had same-sex activity after the episodes with my cousin, which I mentioned earlier.
Learning to masturbate sometimes isn't easy, and growing up, your sex life can have ups and downs. I had two other unpleasant sexual experiences in my adolescent years. I had just begun to masturbate when I happened to be at my aunt's house. She had to run some errands, and her husband was supposedly ill at home. It was a rainy day and I was looking out the window; I had an erection that I tried to hide by lifting my penis against my belly. My aunt's husband went by and may have seen me doing this. After a while he called me to come to the living room, and he asked me to sit down. As I did, he approached me and unzipped my fly and pulled my penis out and started to masturbate me. I was 12 going on 13, and he was 45 years old, and I felt I could not do anything but enjoy what was going on. After I ejaculated, he cleaned me up and made me promise not to tell anyone else what had happened. I feel really sorry for him — although he seemed aroused, I realized he did not have an erection, as he had his penis out. I felt violated for some days, but I overcame that very well.
On another occasion, I was talking to a next-door neighbor, a boy who was about 4 years older than me, about same-sex activities. Strangely, he told me he was gay and said that since I was having masturbation sessions with other boys, I might as well be gay, too. It worried me a lot, since in those days gays were outcasts in our society. We talked two or three times more, and I asked him how he knew he was gay, because I wanted to know if I fitted into that profile. He asked me if I really wanted to know, and I said yes. He asked me to go to his room and take off all my clothes; he did the same. He said he was going to penetrate me, and if I liked it, that meant I was gay. I do not know why I agreed, but he tried the hardest to do it and couldn't. He finished ejaculating on my back, and I finished myself, but I felt so bad from doing it. I have nothing against gay people; they are normal in their own way, and they deserve our respect, but I'm not one of them.
I still get aroused from sleeping in the nude. My wife and I have an almost perfect sex life. I get most of my orgasms from intercourse with her, and whenever we have sex, we play jazz music in the background. But whenever one of us is away, I still enjoy my solo sessions — especially when I can have jazz music playing in the background. As I said before, intercourse and solo sex are complementary in their own means, and for me, one is not better than the other. They are just two beautiful, different ways to enjoy life.