Tossing off in the fort

I was about 9 years old when first told and shown about "tossing off" [British slang] by a friend behind the cricket sight-screen at a sports complex that included the tennis courts where both our parents played. He was a year older than I was, and I could not believe what he told me. He also told me babies came out of their mother's tummies. Yuck!

I don't remember how I finally did "the deed" myself, but I remember our family having a sofa with loose cushions in the lounge, from which I built castles or forts using the cushions, and inside which I would masturbate. I also enjoyed climbing to the top of the bush-covered hill behind our house where, having stripped naked, I would survey my kingdom and masturbate in the open in my own private realm. There was also a large, mainly deserted wooded park area near our home, where I would sometimes go after school and climb up and lie on the roof of one of the public men's toilets (where I could not be seen) to sunbathe and masturbate.

There was a library attached to the sports complex, and there I discovered my first of many mildly erotic books, which I read with great relish, and would go to the men's room cubicle to masturbate. There is a particular smell of the urinal deodorant blocks which I always associate with those halcyon days of freedom in my wanking. I was very shy and inhibited, and at about the age of 13 was fascinated and enthralled by the courage of a school friend telling of his wanking in the dark outside the window of a girl who was undressing with the curtains open. I would never have had the nerve to admit that I did "IT." My school friends as a joke once caught me out when they caused me to look at the palms of my hands to see if there was any telltale sign of hairs growing on them.

My "wet dreams" were often of floating along in a warm, slowly flowing winding river, of urinating in the water, and then waking up to find the wetness was on my belly, and was sticky!

I was something of a loner but fiercely independent, and at about age 14 decided I would sleep in the nude, much to the horror of my mother, who worried what the firemen would say if the house caught alight! I still enjoy going naked and skinny-dipping in mountain pools, or the ocean, on the rare occasions I get the opportunity to do so.

When I went away to college I would go for late-night walks on my own, and sometimes jump over the fence of a nearby girls-school swimming pool to have a skinny dip and quiet wank in the dark before going back to my room to sleep, or have a follow-up wank in my room. One hot, lazy Sunday afternoon I remember lying naked on my bed masturbating when another student walked in on me (I had forgotten to lock the door). It was probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

I thought that when I got married to the wonderful girl who is still my wife, I would give up the habit of masturbating, but was proved wrong. I had always felt guilty at being unable to stop the powerful habit, and I really struggled to do so, but to no avail. If I had answered the Question of the Week on "strange places" I would have submitted a full page of notes on where I had masturbated. The prostate problem I developed in my mid 50s may never have happened if I'd had the benefit of JackinWorld to reassure me I was not alone in my activity, and that it is perfectly normal for all of us guys. I find it very helpful to have others of my age and older relating their feelings and experiences openly and honestly on JackinWorld.

When my children were entering their teens, I got them together and tried to relate the facts and expectations as their sexuality developed, and told them masturbation was a natural thing. They still tease me about "The Talk" (they're now all in their 30s), but they also told me I was the only father among all their friends who had the courage to do so. What I said was probably too little too late, but the fact that I tried to talk about the subject went down well. They were the envy of friends whose fathers never risked the same opportunity.

I think my masturbation frequency has increased since I found JackinWorld, and I enjoy drifting off to sleep holding my penis. I enjoy the nostalgia of recalling the times when I had the same spurting capability as related by the younger fellows.