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Although I am only 14, I pride myself in my long and fruitful masturbation life. I first discovered masturbation when I was only 10. Bracing my penis on my stomach, I used to do it by taking my index and middle finger and rubbing vigorously until I orgasmed. (Of course, nothing came out.) When I discovered the cool feeling that resulted, I rushed to tell all my friends how to do it. They went home and tried it, and all came back to 4th grade thanking me deeply. In 4th grade, I kept up the habit a solid 3 times a day.

If anyone ever wonders about masturbation from a teenager's point of view, I'm here to fill you in. Masturbation is the best thing to get yourself satisfaction, and it's the safest way to pleasure yourself. The first time I ever masturbated, I was listening to some sounds of a guy and a girl having sex. Their moans extremely turned me on. I didn't know anything about masturbation then — the only thing I remember was these older teenage guys always asking me if I masturbated, and if it was a funny thing.

I discovered this wonderful aspect of human life when I was 13. How I discovered it is quite a long story, perhaps similar to others' experiences.

This is a shameless account of the masturbatory experiences of a man who has masturbated regularly since he was 14 and who now, as he approaches 60, considers masturbation to be one of the most enjoyable sexual experiences of all and an art in its own right.

I guess have been getting erections all my life — well, at least from as far back as I can remember. I was 8 or 9 when I first started wanking (Yep, I'm an Aussie!) to dry orgasms...of course I didn't know what was happening back then, but these dry orgasms weren't really all that orgasmic. Instead they'd make my penis so sensitive it would send shivers down my spine when I only touched it. No throbs, no jerks, nothing — just an over-sensitive penis all of a sudden after 5 or 10 minutes!

I've been an avid wanker (yes I'm from the U.K.) for about 20 years. I started playing with myself at about age 13. I don't specifically recall too many details, but I do vividly remember the first time I tasted my own semen. I loved it. I didn't really get on with girls — I was a loner (still am to some extent), so my main solace was in my own body. I would wank 2 or 3 times a day. My record was 10, but obviously these ejaculations were very weak at the end of the day. I still felt the orgasmic jerks, though.

Masturbation is my favorite hobby. It's my favorite thing to do with my friends. As long as no one catches me, I can have the time of my life. And I masturbate one or two times a day. But it wasn't always like that. Oh, sure, I was one of those people who would go at it before puberty started — and then, one night, my whole experience changed.

I'm writing this at the end of a 4-year relationship, one that was quite fulfilling on many levels: emotionally and spiritually as well as physically. It's amazing how sharing physical intimacy can bind people together in ways words won't describe. My partner and I enjoyed each other's bodies quite a bit — whether through full-fledged intercourse or just masturbating face-to-face, watching each other's enjoyment grow, seeing what we do to pleasure ourselves. My definition of sex is pretty wide, so everything counts — including just watching what someone else does with their hands.

I am a married male in my 40s and have been masturbating regularly since I was about 10 years old. My first exposure to "the deed" was seeing my older cousin lying on his bed late one night as I walked past his slightly open door. As I had never even heard of masturbation it really didn't arouse much curiosity in me at the time. But a few months later while I was home alone one afternoon, I took off all my clothes in the bathroom to take a bath and suddenly got a raging erection.

The summer after my 11th birthday I went to Boy Scout camp and learned to masturbate. I'd heard guys at school talk about "jacking off," and I thought it had something to do with sex, but I really didn't know what it meant. One day at camp we were hiking in the woods, and a friend told a group of us that his father, who was a scoutmaster, caught my friend's brother and another boy "jacking off" in their tent. I laughed along with everybody else, but then I asked him what, exactly, they were doing.