I discovered masturbation when I was 10 or 11. Every so often, during class, I would get an erection. Although I didn't know what I was doing, it felt really good to stroke myself in this area. I didn't even know about the penis then. I don't remember seeing it, and I didn't even know what it was called! I soon learned how to increase the pleasure, and eventually, when I was about 12, I ejaculated. I had absolutely no idea what I had just done, but I enjoyed it immensely. So I continued to do it. Last year I discovered JackinWorld, and I have become a regular visitor.
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Beneath a blanket
Radiated like sunbeams
I've been aware of the pleasures of my penis for as long as I can remember. One vivid memory is that of my mother getting after me for playing with it during my baths as a small child. For my mother it became such an issue that she went so far as to take me to the doctor because of the chronic habit. Of course, he found nothing abnormal. I was embarrassed, but I let nothing deter me. At night I continued playing with my penis away from my mother's watchful eyes. At such a young age, I knew nothing of orgasm or ejaculation; all I knew was that it felt good to rub my penis.
Nude beach
My first masturbation-related experience happened when I was around 9 years old. The gym at my school had a couple thick ropes that went all the way to the ceiling, and we would climb them every so often in gym class. I discovered that if I climbed up the ropes and then held my position long enough, I would get a really funny, but good, feeling between my legs. Another way I got this mysterious feeling was to hang onto a wooden bar and lift my legs off the ground for a minute or two.
Paper trail
My first recollection of my own sexuality is about 5th grade or so. I remember having some sort of sore muscle in my arm or back, so I went to get the electronic back massager we had. I was sitting on my bed using this when it occurred to me for some reason I shall never know: "I wonder what this would feel like on my penis?" Not being one to wonder for long, I put it down there, and it felt good — so I decided to leave it there. After a few minutes, everything began to tense up and I didn't know if it was hurting or feeling good, but I left it there, and finally, I had my first orgasm.
Bidet on business
I remember playing "doctor" with a neighbor girl as early as age 5. This excited me a great deal, and it felt good for her (or me) to rub my erection. (I think I have always had erections). But I never got to an orgasm from it.
Veni, Vidi, Vici
I am 20 years old, and although my road down the beginning of life's sexual path isn't as exciting as some other people's, I still have an interesting story to tell. My story begins when I was about 10 years old. I believe I had just started middle school and had our first health class (a.k.a. sex ed). At the time I wished I had paid more attention in that class, because one day one of my soccer teammates (a friend about 11 years old) asked if I had ever ejaculated. I stood there trying to think — first, what "ejaculate" meant, and second, if I had ever done it.
Tryst at a motel
One year while on a family vacation I had an experience I thought you might like to hear about. It was a turning point that I think has affected my entire masturbatory sex life. I am now 37 years old and enjoy a great solo sex life without guilt.
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.
Do you use a lubricant for masturbation? If so, what do you use and why?
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.