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I first learned about "playing with myself" when I was 6 or 7 years old. Before that I had always "played with myself" like any young boy does, but I had never really thought about it. Then one day I started thinking about it. I was at my best friend's house, and we were playing hide-and-seek with his neighbor. We bored of it, so we hid in his woodshed and locked the door. The neighbor soon tired of looking and went back to his house.

I've always been a person who thinks too much and concentrates too hard. This can become vexing, because you can never relax. I would build up huge amounts of stress. Seeing as I was the oldest of three brothers and had only an older sister, I had no way of stumbling across pornography or talking to a sibling about masturbation.

Since I am in my early 80s my masturbation history, while long and eventful, is to my profound regret no more.

I first remember masturbating when I was about 7. I'm sure I was doing it before then, but that is my earliest memory of doing it. I would put my hand in my underpants and, holding my hand flat, move my soft penis up and down. The rubbing of my hand and of my penis head on my cotton underwear felt fantastic, and if I was lucky I would reach a sort-of orgasm before I got too much of an erection for my technique to work. Of course, I didn't use those words — "boner" was what my best friend and I called an erection, and orgasm was just some final, great, nameless feeling.

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.

Masturbation and sexual feelings began at a young age for me. Ever since I can remember, I've had a fascination with other men's sexual habits. When I was 6, I caught my uncle masturbating. He saw me standing there and just kind of winked. Even though he was only 17, I felt like he was an adult. I went over and sat next to him, and he asked if I wanted to try. I said no and just watched. Within a few minutes, his face became red and he looked like he was in pain. I asked if he wanted help, and he said yeah. I asked something along the lines of, "What should I do?" and he grabbed my hand.