Motor oil

I don't remember when I didn't fondle my penis. I still do, every chance I get. My first memory is of sitting in my highchair at the dining-room table with no pants on, fondling my penis. Apparently, I had wet all my pants and they were in the washer. My father was yelling at me to "Stop that." I had no idea what he was talking about, so I kept right on fondling myself. He then said that if I didn't stop, he would throw his water at me. I didn't stop, since I didn't know what he was talking about, so he threw his water at me. Of course, I cried and my mother came to my rescue, comforting me and telling my father that I was just a baby — and that's where the memory ends.

I continued to fondle my penis at every opportunity until I discovered how to rub my foreskin up and down over the glans. This felt wonderful and I did it several times a day, sometimes until my penis got sore.

We lived in the country with the nearest neighbors some distance away, but we weren't farmers. There was a shed on the place which had been a chicken coop. It had been cleaned up and was used to store old junk. Once I was old enough to play in the yard by myself, I gravitated to the shed since there was stuff in there to play with. I also found a can of motor oil there and discovered that it felt great to put some oil on my penis and rub it up and down. Also, it didn't get sore when I did it for a long time. There were several old bottles there, with neck openings of various sizes, so I stuck my penis in the opening that fit and rubbed it in and out. I would say that, from the time I was 4 or 5 until I was 14 or 15, my underwear smelled of motor oil all the time!

Since we lived in the country with no close neighbors, and my only siblings were two older sisters with no time for their little brother, I spent all my time alone. I didn't meet any other children until I was 6 years old and started to school. Since I felt so alone, I would slide way down in my chair, pull out my penis, and play with it. I didn't think anyone could see me, but I was wrong. The teacher was a 23-year-old single woman who didn't know what to do about my habit. I found out years later that she called my mother for help. My mother asked my father, and he said to ignore it — that all boys do it and that I'd outgrow it. Boy, was he ever wrong. Here it is, 65 years later, and I'm still fondling my penis every chance I get. However, I did stop doing it in school as soon as I started to fit in with the other kids. By the end of 1st grade, I had stopped doing it in school. Once, in about the 4th grade, I tried it again and one of the other boys teased me about it, so I never did it in the classroom again.

That doesn't mean that I stopped masturbating. On the contrary — I'd masturbate every morning before I got out of bed, especially after I started to ejaculate. After school I'd do it again, and when I'd go to bed I'd do it a 3rd time. Also, if I felt depressed or lonely during the day, I'd find a private place and let my little buddy make me feel better again. He truly is a wonderful friend.

After high school, I went into the Army and continued to masturbate in my bed every night. I have never been a "shooter," so I'd roll over onto my side at the last moment and ejaculate onto the side of my sheets. I had started doing this as soon as I started to ejaculate. Since my sheets got washed every week, and I don't ejaculate a large amount, it worked very well. I've never had a big mess to clean up. In Korea, I'd roll over and ejaculate onto the side of my sleeping bag. Every week, we'd turn them in for washing and get a clean one.

I got married, went to college, got divorced twice and re-married twice, and ended up here at 71 years of age, retired and happy. I have never had a masturbation buddy or, in fact, been interested in having one. I feel that masturbation is a private matter, between me and my little friend. This may be a result of my earliest memory with my father and the water. Fortunately, my wife feels the same way. We both masturbate, but not together. Actually, I fondle my penis as much as possible, but I masturbate to ejaculation only a couple of times a week. I love to sit and look at pictures and videos of ejaculating penises on the Internet and fondle my penis. If it looks like my wife won't be interested in sex, I masturbate to ejaculation. I try not to ejaculate before having sex because I don't want to detract from my wife's pleasure.

Some time ago, I started to suffer from erectile dysfunction. The shots you can give yourself to cause an erection don't work very well; you end up with a small, very hard penis, which hurts after ejaculation. The Veterans' Administration gave me a penis pump, which works like a champ. You put your penis into a plastic tube and put a vacuum on it with a little pump. It makes your penis big and fat and longer than usual. Then, you slip a rubber band off the tube and onto your penis. This holds the blood in your penis and you're ready for love. My wife loves it, since it makes my penis so big. She has a good time with her little buddy. Also, we recently discovered that if she lies on her side and I insert my penis from the back, it works very well. She then rolls over onto her back with her legs over me and I can go even deeper into her. Also, I can wrap my hand around my penis and rub it in and out through my hand and into her vagina. My knuckle rubs on her clitoris and drives her wild, and I can tighten and loosen my grip and change the sensation for me. Essentially, I'm masturbating and having sex at the same time! It's wonderful. I wish I had discovered this years ago!