My wife and I are in our mid 60s, with two lovely daughters in their mid 30s, and have a long history of masturbation to relate. Masturbation — and my penis in particular — has played a major part in my life, from a very early age.
Rod-stiff erections are a thing of the past now, but my wife and I have an active sex life based mostly on masturbation. The shower is probably the best place for this activity because of the copious quantities of lubrication produced, and hosing down after ejaculation is also very easy! While I soap and caress my wife's breasts and vagina, she masturbates my penis; we keep this going for as long as possible before allowing me to climax and ejaculate. Sometimes, when I am shaving by the washbasin (I am always in the nude when in our Jacuzzi shower room), my wife comes in, also naked, and works on my penis until she achieves her objective of seeing semen coming out. She feels a great sense of power by masturbating me to a climax. Years ago, the semen would have shot across the basin and hit the other side, but nowadays it dribbles out, albeit in satisfying quantities.
Should I get back into the bedroom before she is out of bed, I entice her to rise and sit on the edge of the bed and remove her night clothes. I then place my stiffened penis between her breasts for another form of masturbation. Neither of us has ever seen anything wrong in masturbation, and it has been an important activity in our 40 years together. We have photographed each other in the nude, and she even once managed to snap my penis at the moment of ejaculation. On one occasion, we were staying overnight with a friend, and we decided to have a nude photo session in the morning. I had a rock-hard erection and was looking forward to hand relief after the session was over, but my ardour was severely dampened when, on opening the curtains a crack for some more daylight, the curtain and its track plunged to the floor, leaving me — erection to the fore — standing in front of a full-length window, facing the neighbors opposite. No masturbation then!
My love of masturbation started at a very early age, before I even knew the facts of life, but enjoyed the delicious sensation in my groin after I had rubbed my erect penis up and down for some time. I had played "doctors and nurses" with local girls in our greenhouse while our respective mothers had a tea party, and I experienced (and gave) lovely sensations from playing with our respective genitals. We referred to the girls' vagina as a "crack" between her legs. That was before I was 6 years old. I then went to a boarding primary school where communal nudity was commonplace. We swam in the school pool without trunks and shared a large football bath after sports, so there was plenty of opportunity to study each others' penises and share mutual experiences. This of course was considered a mortal sin in those days, but that did not stop me masturbating a lot at night after lights out, and exploring other boys' penises at a time and place when we could not be discovered by teachers or a senior boy who might report us.
We kept each other informed about whether we could produce any semen, and we took part in mutual masturbation sessions, which we thought were enormous fun, especially as it was forbidden! Then one day, one of our number reported that he had achieved ejaculation (we were all in the 9-to-11 age group). This we had to see, so 3 of us crowded into a WC [toilet] cubicle and watched our friend take his pants down, revealing his uncut erection (I am circumcised). He masturbated for us and duly produced a stream of semen. This stimulated us (in both senses!) to keep masturbating and to report to the others when we ejaculated.
I then had to move to another primary boys' boarding school, and I quickly struck up a mutual masturbation group. Again, we swam in the school pool in the nude (the fluff from bathing trunks clogged the water filters, they explained), leaving a lot of opportunities for mutual "fiddling" in the locker room, and fuller masturbation sessions in the dormitories. I was even able to indulge in mutual "fiddling" with one friend at the back of the class. We sat at individual desks, very close together, and it was easy to slip one's hand up the legs of one's short trousers! My particular masturbation "buddy" and I had the misfortune to be caught once fondling each another's penises, though not actually masturbating, in the locker room; we were duly punished, though not severely. The experience didn't affect our performances one bit. Indeed, during a week one summer when I stayed with him and his parents, we were taken to the seaside by a close family friend who had clearly been having mutual masturbation sessions with my friend. On our return home, we were prompted by my friend and his friend, who was a good bit older than us, to drop our trousers and indulge in one of the most rewarding mutual masturbation sessions I have ever had. It was the first time that I had ever seen a mature penis, surrounded with pubic hair, of course, let alone a mature erection. It made our little penises, although fully erect, seem rather puny. The experience of watching the 3 of us, wanking away at our fully exposed erections, was just sensational.
By the time I moved to my secondary school, I was an experienced masturbator. I was looking for ways of enhancing the masturbation sensation in general, and ejaculation in particular. The showers in the locker room had no doors (to prevent illicit activities, we were told), so although they provided excellent opportunities to study other boys' penises, there was no way we could masturbate in them. The baths were a different matter. It was there that I discovered the fascinating thin, jagged streams that shot out of my penis when I ejaculated under water. It was not long before we invited friends to watch this, and we suggested that they try it too.
Watching others masturbate was common, as was persuading "virgins" to try it. On one occasion, a "virgin," attempting masturbation to a climax for the first time, was surprised by the amount of semen he produced. It was at night, under the bedclothes, and he let out a cry: "I'm swimming in it!" What the matron said about the stains on his pajamas and the sheets is not recorded! On another occasion, masturbation was used as a sort of punishment against a particularly bumptious boy. Three boys in the dormitory held him down, removed his pajamas, worked his penis into a rather feeble erection, and masturbated him to an ejaculation. If I hadn't witnessed this myself, I would not have thought that an erection, let alone ejaculation, could be achieved without the brain being in the right frame of mind.
For my own part, I would masturbate several times a day then, ejaculate into a glass funnel, and collect the semen in a small glass bottle, for no other reason than to admire the results of my efforts when the bottle was full of the white fluid. Masturbation was still regarded as a cardinal sin, of course, and I was put in an embarrassing position when, as head of my house, a mutual masturbation ring was reported to me by a disapproving boy and I had to report it to my housemaster. I felt very hypocritical, but I was caught by laws which I considered, and still consider, to be absurd.
Homosexuality, as such, was extremely rare, and I have always seen a clear distinction between mutual masturbation and emotional attachment. Indeed, at the schools I have mentioned, we were all very heterosexual, but the opportunities for contact with girls in an all-boys boarding school were very rare, and virtually forbidden anyway. So we had to give vent to our libido through masturbation.
During the holidays, however, we were much freer and had our fair share of girlfriends. My first serious girlfriend was very happy for us to discover each others' bodies, although of course penetration was out of the question in those days. However, late one night after a party, we were playing with each others' naked bodies when she suddenly asked me to masturbate so that she could see what happens. I was fully erect already, and more than happy to oblige. As things turned out, I married another girl, but both of us are very good friends of my first serious girlfriend and her husband.
In my experience, girls seem fascinated by what happens when a penis ejaculates. One girl requested that I ejaculate over her breasts, another that I ejaculate in a shared bath so she could see how much semen I could produce. In a third incident, I lost a game of strip poker with a girl. We were sitting on the floor, I was stark naked with a lovely erection, and I had to perform an act of the girl's choosing. She demanded that I masturbate so that she could watch me ejaculate. How could I disobey such an order?
More recently, I found great enjoyment in watching porno films at a private cinema, with 10 or 20 men in the audience, and being quite unable to keep my penis concealed. Out it came, and I joined several of the audience members masturbating. One or two kept their penises covered by coats, but the majority, like me, were quite happy to keep our penises free and in the open. We were, after all, exhibitionists. Perhaps my strangest incident occurred in the reading room of a huge commercial photo library. My job in those days included producing a magazine for men in the motor trade, and I had to select a "girlie" photo for a regular feature. I found a secluded corner of the reading room and made sure that I took a very long time sifting through piles of suitable, and not so suitable, photos of semi-naked beautiful girls. Needless to say, I used one hand to turn the pages while the other massaged my erection. I tried to stay just short of a climax, in order to keep the process going as long as possible, but inevitably I failed and squirted semen into my handkerchief. I was never caught!
Once, I was staying overnight with a married couple who were deep into sex, and the wife would often order her husband to masturbate for her. He was busy designing and making mechanical masturbation devices and a vacuum tube and pump, and when I told them that I had mine with me in my suitcase, they asked me to demonstrate it for them. I was more than willing, and I gave the pump handle to the lady so she could watch the effect she could have over my penis in the tube. What she really wanted, however, was to see me masturbating to ejaculation. So I removed the tube and proceeded to masturbate, watched by two very interested spectators. The previous evening, while the wife was on night shift as a nurse, her husband and I played with his masturbation devices and watched each other ejaculate. Huge fun! This man and woman live near a nudist beach and tell me stories about masturbating couples amongst the sand dunes. I live too far away, but I would dearly love to go there, watch, and hopefully participate. My wife and I love swimming in the nude, but we have succeeded in doing so only in the Greek islands and while sailing a hired yacht in the Mediterranean. I did once manage to masturbate in the sea, but the cold water inhibits an erection somewhat. Throughout my life, I have always tried to masturbate in new venues, especially in the open air, such as in the woods, when there is the risk of being "caught" — but I never have been!
Very occasionally, on my annual trip to London, I go to a men-only leisure center where there are saunas, steam rooms, large spa baths, a large exercise gym, swimming pool, showers, refreshments, a TV lounge, and private cubicles for quiet relaxation. While most men keep their towels around their waists except when in the spa baths, it is possible to take a cubicle, leave the door slightly open, remove the towel, and masturbate, using the water-based lube provided. Anyone interested in mutual masturbation is free to join you in your cubicle and share the pleasure. I also found, at a very early stage of my acquaintance with spa baths, that if you place your penis against the water jet, you will quickly reach a climax and ejaculate — which is a very unfriendly thing to do in a tub with 3 of 4 other bathers. On one occasion I got into a conversation with another married man on the subject of vacuum pumps, telling him that I am an avid pumper (a great aid, or prelude, to a most rewarding masturbation session). He was more than interested, so I took him back to my hotel room, stripped, and applied the pump (which I'd had the foresight to pack for my trip) to my penis. He was fascinated and asked to try it. I removed it from my penis and slipped his penis into it. Unfortunately, he had thick hair at the base of his penis (I shave mine), and | could not get a proper airtight seal for the tube. Also, his penis was a little too small for my tube, but I managed a partial expansion for him. We decided to cut our losses, so we removed the tube and indulged in a mutual masturbation session.
My wife and I have been to a naturist leisure center, with very similar facilities. These include 3 cubicles for use by couples, so we took full advantage. Alternately, we lay on the padded massage table and masturbated each other, using the tissues provided to catch the fluids thus produced.
I have always wanted to find a way of achieving an erection, masturbate, and ejaculate without using my hands. To that end, many years ago, before sex toys became available on the open market, I made a "reciprocating device." It comprised an electric motor which drove a reciprocating arm (at variable speeds), at the end of which was a padded ring. I slipped my penis through the ring, tightened the ring around the shaft, and set the motor going. It achieved the objective — ejaculation — but the ring was not a very comfortable way to do it.
