first time

The first time I masturbated I was 10 or 11 and was watching "Saturday Night Live" with my 15-year-old stepsister. I think we were playing truth or dare, and the topic of masturbation came up. I was like, "Huh?" She explained it to me with almost no details or anything. That night, BOY -- did I have a good time. I masturbated about 4 times (all dry). I think I was even making sex noises -- "uhhs" and "oohs." The next day I went to school and told my friends about it. On Friday they all came over to my house, where we all masturbated.

The first time I masturbated I was 11. I remember rubbing up against this big stuffed bear I had and then feeling great. I would do this before I went to sleep for about 2 years, and then I realized a liquid was coming out, so I began to masturbate in dirty socks and underwear. I grew up in a Catholic family, and in Catholic school I learned it was a sin to masturbate -- but it never made me stop, at least not for more than 2 weeks.

My biography contains three big events: getting started, JackinWorld, and JackInsider.

When I was about 15 I decided I liked my wet dreams so much that I wanted to have one while awake. I started stroking my penis. After a while I ejaculated. What a disappointment. Results were a few squirts of semen and not much more. After I few days I tried it again -- with terrific results. It was super! Great! Wonderful! Indescribable! I was hooked! I started taking lots of long showers. I became the cleanest kid I town!

Okay, I'm not good at writing but this is a favorite subject, so here goes. I had my first few orgasms when I was in the 6th grade, while I was asleep. I had no idea what it was all about. It was a mess to clean up, it kinda felt good while I was dreaming, but the sticky mess made it a pain. One morning I woke up and had a major erection and was lying on my stomach. I found out it felt real good to rub it by thrusting into the bed. But then I felt like I was going to lose it -- I was afraid I'd pee in the bed and my mom would find out, so I stopped.

My history started when I was about 13. I was being nosy and was searching my mom's room. I found a "better sex" book, so I opened it and read all about how to do this and how to do that and stuff. Then I got to the "self gratification" section. It said most guys start masturbating around the age of 13, and I was like, whoa, wait a minute -- how come nobody told ME this? So I read how to do it. Well, I tried and tried for 3 months to ejaculate. I couldn't get all the way -- I could feel it coming, but my arm would get tired before I could ejaculate.

I don't remember the first time I masturbated. The first time I remember I was very young, probably between the 2nd and 3rd grade. My brother and sister and I had been playing, but I said I was going to take a nap and asked them to be quiet because, "the kind of dreams I want to dream I need quiet for." I lay under the covers, pulled down my pants, and began rubbing my penis ("peepee" as it was called) on the mattress. I fantasized about masturbation ("it" as I called it) being contagious, and that if anyone slept in my bed after I had done it then they would do it, too.

The intensity of trauma that surrounded my finding orgasm began at age 11. If I emphasize how that experience damaged my relationship with my mother, I hope that doesn't make me a "mama's boy." She had given me "Growing Up" at age 10, so she knew I would begin to ask questions. I'd had sexual feelings in the 3rd grade but didn't know what they were. Shimmying up swing poles at recess made me a queer duck who would race to the swings and not take one.

I am in my early 50s, maturing in the mid and late 1950s (before the "sexual revolution"). I have been married for 30-plus years. I began masturbating at the age of 8 or 9 (about 4th grade). I did not discover this amazing pastime by myself; rather, I was introduced to it by 2 friends, both older (10 and 11). This started before I had begun to physically mature, so my penis was only about 2 inches long when erect. I used 2 hands, sliding up and down the shaft. Rapid pumping up and down would get me to orgasm. Orgasms were dry but they felt good, so I continued to masturbate.

At age 15 (late!) I finally got bored enough to keep playing with myself and a nice, softly lined snow glove until the inevitable happened. I was so surprised, I actually stopped after one squirt. Later, I went to the bathroom and lay on the floor until I was ready to ejaculate and then ran over to the toilet. I masturbated for a few months "dry" with that glove, until it stank to high hell, and I got rid of it and used other things like my socks or underwear. But I was still quite sore after good sessions.