I can't remember exactly when I began truly to masturbate, because the definition of masturbation is never quite the same when you ask different people. I cannot remember because my first sexual sensations in my opinion were unique. In my world they were mine, and in my world no one could feel the way I did. However, I can estimate that I began to develop sexual feelings when I was about 10. My parents left my penis intact (uncircumcised for those not familiar with the term), and around that age I gained the ability to fully retract my foreskin.
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Quickie
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.
Charlie horse
Just as a young teen may remember his first home run or his first choir solo, I remember my first solo with my sexuality. It's definitely something that will always be with me. I was in 7th grade at the time, and I was fantasizing about a new friend I had made. Actually, fantasy was only part of the act — I was also occasionally glancing at a Baywatch episode. At this time I was almost completely straight, and the firm breasts really did it for me. I had been getting erections since I could remember, but by this time I knew that I was capable of much more.
Carry on, men!
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!
Cupped hands
I discovered masturbation at age 15, which I suppose is quite late. My friends in school were increasingly talking about "wanking," and through these conversations (and the hand-actions) I learned what it was all about but had never actually tried it myself. One night I was feeling particularly horny, so gave it a go, using the simple "fist" method that most people start with. It felt better than I had expected. However, when the orgasm came, I didn't know what was happening, and I suddenly realized I was ejaculating and had nothing to catch it in.
Trouble in study hall
I was a tender young farm boy who attended a small town consolidated high school in the '50s. The study hall for the school was actually a former church. The main room had shelves around the sides and tables with plenty of chairs around the room. If you misbehaved, you were sent into one of two corner rooms that were on each side of the former entrance to the church. These rooms had windows from the desk top level to the ceiling, so you could sit at the counter and study and your lower body would not be visible to the study hall proctor. There was already one boy in the room.
Convergence
I had finished taking a bath. The thought came to me about what the guys at school were saying quietly: "moving back and forth, up and down." I had a fine erection, and the opportunity was present for a bit of self-discovery. For me it was one of the finest discoveries of my life, and at that moment, it was probably one of the most powerful. It seemed quite natural stroking back and forth, and the pleasure of the sensation was surely going somewhere that seemed both mysterious and exquisite. The intensity of that first ejaculation was both memorable and physically powerful.
Gym class camaraderie
I began masturbating just before my 12th birthday. I learned it by accident. I had been watching a movie with my older brother, and it had a sex scene. I was watching intently when I heard my brother moan quietly. I glanced at him just as he was removing his hand from his pants. I asked him what he was doing and he said we would talk later that night when we went to bed. Because he was two years older than I was, he got to stay up an hour later than me.
Catch-22
My individual discovery of masturbation has been an absolute godsend to me. I come from a great family — very Irish Catholic, and not very talkative on the sexual front, but nevertheless a terrific family. However, a lot of things — in fact, 99.9% of the things I know about sex — came from my own "research," if you will. That research started with surreptitiously sneaking Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler magazines into my house, reading them in the bathroom or bedroom, and masturbating like a maniac.
Going to Antarctica
I am 20 years old, and it has been a long journey to be as comfortable with masturbation as I am now. My life and masturbation crossed paths when I was 12. My mother had dropped off some books, about all the changes to expect in my body, STDs, and all that fun stuff. I was reading them thoroughly, always hiding because I didn't want her to know I was reading them.