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.
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Wanks for the memory
The here and now
Since I am in my early 80s my masturbation history, while long and eventful, is to my profound regret no more.
Avid wanker
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.
A session with mother nature
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.
Marked territory
The first sexual thing I can remember happened at about age 9. I had left my bed, probably to get a glass of water, and on my way to the kitchen I saw that the lounge-room light was on. I went down the hall, and at the door I saw my father lying on the couch with his clothing pushed down to his knees and up to his chest. My mother was kneeling down beside the couch with my father's penis in her mouth. I watched for only 5 or 10 seconds before my mother realized I was there and sprang up, alerting my father, who also sprang up and started to adjust his clothing.
Voyage of discovery
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.
Scout camp
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.
With gusto
From my earliest memories, I knew "playing with myself" was fun. Right behind that memory is the memory of my mother telling me not to "play with myself," so never again did I do it — in front of her, anyway. No big deal was made of it, but I sensed it was not an activity for her to see again. My siblings were sisters and we all satisfied ourselves that boys and girls were different and pretty much let it go at that.
The Multi-Orgasmic Man
As a young boy I was always interested in things sexual. There was nothing said about sexual things in my household, as both my parents were rather Victorian in their beliefs and attitudes concerning sex. Most of my cousins with which I had contact were girls and were equally interested in my equipment. We often played "doctor" and "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I remember their handling my penis and scrotum and sometimes even touching my anus at times. This was exciting and pleasurable. I in turn felt them and inserted my fingers into their small vaginal passages.
Like basketball
I am a 44-year-old African-American male. I got interested in masturbation long before I could do it. When I was very young I found my parents' stash of erotic magazines and books. There was one story, "Memoirs of a Southern Belle," that I will never forget. It was about a girl's sexual awakening during the Civil War. It is still the basis of many of my masturbation fantasies today.