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I am past 70 now, but I shall never forget the time of my adolescence with its confusion, frustration, and pain — all of which were related to sexuality, a total lack of understanding about the changes taking place in my body, and specifically, masturbation. I grew up in a Christian home where sex seemed to be a dirty word. Actually, I never heard it discussed at all, and I suppose the silence was what conveyed the idea that the subject was something to be avoided. There was absolutely no sex education at all.

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.

It seems that a few chance events in my early life have shaped my sexual life. At age 10 a new boy moved into our school from out of state. He knew all the bad words and strange activities that the rest of hadn't even dreamed about. He became a good friend to me. I was happy to have him as a friend because he knew how to have a good time and had lots of fun ideas. At first we had a good time playing ball, hanging out, and talking. One day he asked me about a neighbor girl that I played with quite a bit.

I'm a 46-year-old white male who lives in California. Although I had been playing with my penis since before I could remember, I masturbated to orgasm for the first time one night the summer when I was 11. I remember the usual familiar pleasant feelings, but suddenly, for the first time, as I stroked myself, it began to feel better, then much better, then much much better — and then my first orgasm slammed through me and several jets of sperm squirted out of me, all over my pajamas. Being so young, I'd had absolutely no sex education and had no idea what had just happened to me.

Like most other people here, I have been masturbating for most of my life. I'm 24 now, but I first started doing it at age 11 and have been going at it on average at least twice a day from that point on. Unlike most other people here, I was sexually aware at a much younger age than when I started masturbating. What I mean is that I was having constant erections as early as 6 years old, and I can remember playing with my penis every time I was naked (bathtub, toilet, changing clothes, etc.).

I had my first masturbation session when I was at the start of my teen years, age 13. Nope, I didn't discover it by accident — it was because I got curious about what my classmates were telling me about the good experiences they had while masturbating, which then I would discover as the art of orgasm.

I am a 67-year-old circumcised man who has been very happily married for 44 years and yet still indulges in the pleasurable pastime of masturbation.

I suppose I must have been about 10 years old when I first discovered that by playing with my penis it would stiffen and produce a delightful sensation. My elder brother had already reached puberty, and he showed me the "fist" method so that I could induce the wonderful feeling that I later learned to be an orgasm.

As a young child through 8th grade (age 14), I was sent to a private Christian school. This school was very strict in the teachings they presented to us. Everything was completely religion-based. Even the science and history classes were all about "God's plan." Anyway, I think this background is what kept me from masturbating at an early age like most young boys. When I was a little kid, I didn't even think about what my penis was for. I was not even concerned with myself in that sense until the end of 6th grade when I was 12.

Hi! Female here. Heaven knows how I happened to run into JackinWorld, but I did. I found it most interesting, and sound in judgment and fact. Because you take the subject seriously, I thought I would spend a few minutes and pass along some of my experiences with boyfriends who enjoy my hands on them.

I'm 47 years old, and I can't remember when I didn't know what an erection was. When I had one, it was lots of fun to play with. I remember being a little boy in the bathtub with a little tiny erection, rubbing it between my fingers, and it felt so good. My parents didn't give me much grief about it; they just studiously ignored the matter. I got the subliminal message that I should do it in private, or maybe not do it at all.