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Hello fellow masturbators. My name is Jason, and I live in the Bible Belt of the South. I first started masturbating when I was 13 and didn't understand what was happening. Sex isn't something my family mentions, much less rubbing your own penis. I'd had a good day at school, so after I took my shower that night, I lay down on the bed and started rubbing a pillow across my penis. I had been having erections for some time, but nothing like I was about to feel. I suddenly ejaculated and thought I had done something horrible and that I was about to die.

Masturbation has been an important part of my life since I was a small child. Now I am a happily married husband and father of 3 great kids. I have a normal sex life with my wife, but I still cherish my love life with myself through masturbation — usually once a day, but sometimes twice. I also cherish the memories of my masturbation experiences through the years.

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 am a 24-year-old woman. My first masturbation experience occurred when I was 11 or 12. It was mutual masturbation with a male friend of mine. He was the same age, and when I think of it now I realize it could be construed as something entirely different — but at the time it was purely innocent exploration. We were having a sleepover, and we kids were put in the living room in sleeping bags for the night. I was lying awake after the younger children had gone to sleep, when he asked me if I would touch his penis.

I began masturbating when I was only 4. My very first memories of masturbating involved inflatables.

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.

I think I was about 6 or 7 when I discovered that rubbing my penis felt really good — not just nice, as it had felt when I was younger. It started with a "rosy palm" trick: grabbing my penis with one hand and rubbing the very tip of my penis with the palm of the other. The feelings were incredibly intense, and I couldn't do it for very long. A few times, I was able to do this with my friend John, who was about same age. We did this secretly, as somehow we knew it might get us into trouble.

I have been masturbating since I was a young kid. My method of choice was then (and still is) lying flat on the floor or bed and moving my body up and down. As it says on JackinWorld, this provides an sensation similar to intercourse (though I've never experienced it) — especially for uncircumcised males like me. 

I don't remember exactly how old I was when I first started masturbating. I guess I was around 12 or 13 (I am 19 now). I had talked about masturbation at school; my friends asked if I had ever tried it, and that question encouraged me to experiment for the very first time. Whenever I've read or heard other people's accounts of their first time masturbating, the tale inevitably ends with them enjoying this incredible feeling of orgasm. It was a little different for me. I remember my first time well: It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was fairly bored.