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It has been a real pleasure for me to read many of the stories on JackinWorld where guys like me have recalled the joys of masturbation from pre-puberty to the present. My story is and has been filled with satisfying memories of masturbation.

Growing up in a fairly (or depending upon how you look at it, unfairly) religious family, I was extremely naive about many things. One of those things was my penis. I don't remember taking note of my penis before age 14 — seriously, it was there so I could pee. Then one day, at the small private school I was attending, a new student that year (with whom I had recently made friends) made an interesting gesture with his hand in front of his groin after saying a joke.

Masturbation has played an important role in my life for a long time. I can remember as far back as kindergarten, being curious of other people's bodies, including my friends' at school. In the bathroom, I would wonder if anyone else looked like me, and I even used to think I had something that other people didn't until I realized that my other male friends had the same body part as me. I continued this curiosity for a long time, and when I would take baths with other people, or even with my brother, I always asked questions.

I remember the first time I felt my penis getting an erection. I was scared! I used to go to sleep in my room by myself, and for the first time, at 12 years of age, started to become curious about my body and genitals and started to massage them. I remember getting an erection and starting to masturbate, even though I felt scared of having an erection, thinking something was wrong with me — but I kept going because it felt good. I continued and continued until I felt this tingling feeling rushing through my body.

I am a 41-year-old male in an upper-management position in the finance industry. Masturbation has been a "lifetime companion" — from the time I reached puberty until the present I have masturbated two or three times a day and still enjoy a very active sex life with my partner. I remember the first time I masturbated: I was 12 years old and woke up one morning with a white crust on my stomach. My parents had taught me about sex when I was only 5 or 6, so I was aware what had happened that night and knew what it meant — I could achieve orgasm!

My first masturbation-related experience happened when I was around 9 years old. The gym at my school had a couple thick ropes that went all the way to the ceiling, and we would climb them every so often in gym class. I discovered that if I climbed up the ropes and then held my position long enough, I would get a really funny, but good, feeling between my legs. Another way I got this mysterious feeling was to hang onto a wooden bar and lift my legs off the ground for a minute or two.

My family lived in a large apartment building. At age two I became best friends with another two-year-old boy. Neither of us had siblings and we bounded around like brothers. We did everything together; as we got older we even went to the john with one another. No inhibitions at that age. I suppose having seen each other's naked bodies for years, at some point we began to explore each other and our small erections. At age 9 we must have heard about sex and decided to experiment.

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 had several interesting times since I started masturbating. When I was about 9 years old, I worked on a neighbor's farm. They had a son in his 30s, unmarried, whom I worked with a lot. He would feel me up and put my hand on his penis, and eventually I started to masturbate him. To me his penis was so big, but to a 9-year-old, I guess it was. Then one day when I was about 10, I walked into the barn and caught my cousin going at it. He was 5 years older than me. He was to the point that he couldn't stop, so I saw him ejaculate.

I grew up in the 1950s in Calvinistic South Africa. It was a very straight-laced and conservative place — still is, in many ways. My mom was very religious, and sex, in any form, was not a subject of discussion. At school the word "sex" was never used. We would talk of "gender" or, maybe, male and female. A form might ask what your "gender" was. At least the modern forms say "sex" — to which I always want to respond, "Yes, please!"