The canyon

I have had many years of enjoying masturbation since I was introduced to the miracle at age 9. I shared a room with an older brother who wanted the freedom to masturbate anytime he wanted, so he showed me what "the big boys" do. Of course I didn't wait until I was one of them. Suddenly, the little erections I was having made sense to me, and I began to enjoy the miracle many times a day.

We lived on a secluded farm, so I could take off my clothes, enjoy the warm breezes, and experiment any time I wanted. Since my brother told me it was what all boys did, I never had the guilt that most young men have. And when my friends would visit, I assumed they were as big into the joy as I was, so I talked openly about it with them. Of course they were masturbating, too. They were just surprised I'd admit it and talk without shame. That always led to mutual masturbation and a wonderful bonding of friends. It never entered our minds to touch each other or share in any way except watching.

When I was 13, 3 of my friends and I rode our horses down into a canyon and played Indians for a while by removing our clothes and wearing just our underwear. When we sat under a large tree to rest, the talk naturally turned to sex and to what it will be like with girls. We removed our briefs and began to masturbate, and suddenly everything was different. A few drops of whitish stuff came out. I had finally become a man — at least in my eyes I had. I was the envy of the other boys. 

That was the summer that we all 4 "became men" and shared the joy many times. Farm boys don't have much free time since there are so many chores to do, but when I'd ride down to the pasture to bring the cows home to milk, I'd have time alone and never missed a wonderful opportunity. Some Sunday afternoons, my 3 friends would ride over and we'd head for the canyon. 

All through school, even when I started dating, I never stopped masturbating. In fact, I think I reached a new need because of the dating. Being very religious at the time, I dated only the nicest girls, and we never did more than kiss and hug. So masturbation was necessary after each date.

Then I left for college and took my favorite hobby with me. By then I had become aware that a lot of young men didn't talk openly about masturbation, so I kept it mainly to myself, alone in the shower. I took a lot of showers during my college days!

I was drafted and spent time in the army. Again, I took many showers. Sometimes I'd wake in the middle of the night and hear other men in the barracks obviously relieving their pressures, but we never talked about it. Except once on a bivouac, my tent-mate and I, who was a very close friend, began to talk about sex in general — and then as it got more specific, we both began to masturbate by reaching inside our clothes. Eventually we lowered our pants and had the freedom to finish comfortably. We never mentioned it again, and it never happened again.

I had the American dream of marriage, a good job, a family, and a home in the suburbs. Sex in marriage is the most wonderful thing a man can enjoy, but I never stopped masturbating. Somehow the two acts were not connected, so I enjoyed both. Yes, I still took lots of showers.

Now I'm a senior citizen and realize that the feelings are still just as strong and the joys of masturbation still just as great. My sessions have gone from many times a day to several times each week, but each session is powerful and fulfilling.

I have enjoyed Jackinworld; I think it's a wonderful site to help young men develop a healthy attitude about what we all do all of our lives. Maybe they'll grow up and see to it that society accepts masturbation as a normal, natural behavior. That would be great for all of mankind.