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I grew up in a house with two brothers (one older and one younger), and the interest in each other's penises was the source of much forbidden pleasure. While our parents were away we would often show each other our proud erections, certainly the symbols of approaching manhood. We would compare and fondle each other's penises, even though we had yet to discover the wonders of orgasm. Nonetheless, the experience was intense. Looking back on three young guys sporting their erect penises seems only like a dream.

I have had several interesting times since I started masturbating. When I was about 9 years old, I worked on a neighbor's farm. They had a son in his 30s, unmarried, whom I worked with a lot. He would feel me up and put my hand on his penis, and eventually I started to masturbate him. To me his penis was so big, but to a 9-year-old, I guess it was. Then one day when I was about 10, I walked into the barn and caught my cousin going at it. He was 5 years older than me. He was to the point that he couldn't stop, so I saw him ejaculate.

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.

Although I probably had a hand around my fetal penis, I didn't masturbate to orgasm until I was about 14. A kid in the 8th grade lunchroom said something about "whacking off" and made a circle with his thumb and index finger. Up and down he gestured. I waited until a quiet Sunday afternoon when nobody was home. At that time I was still small enough to fit into an old canvas laundry bag, and I wore it over my naked body. The feel of the material stimulated me.

A year ago, if anyone had told me I would be writing my biography for a Web site dedicated to male masturbation, I would have laughed uncontrollably. By contemporary standards, my life has been remarkably tame; consequently, I couldn't believe anyone would be interested in what I have to say. In truth, I thought the same thing when I first replied to a JackinWorld Question of the Week (#183, about the ease of orgasm), only to find my response among the body of replies.

I kind of feel like the guy in Castaway — you know, he painted a smile and two dots on a volleyball for a friend. Well, I was circumcised, so, erect, there's that smile looking at me. My Wilson to bat around and make me smile through the years. There's been a few tears, too. But when I think about it, it's been me and Wilson through everything. The way I look at it, when I ejaculate, that's Wilson speaking. He's spoken to a few people, but mostly to me.

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.

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.

I can't remember a time when I did not play with my penis. It always felt good when it was erect and the skin tight. At age 7 or 8, a playmate joined me in this activity, but we did not do it to each other. Puberty came at about age 13 — pubic hair appeared and my penis began to enlarge. I heard boys in the playground talk about "coming," and I asked them about it and told them I had never done that. They said just to "keep on" doing it when I was playing with my penis and that I would get there.

I have had a larger-than-average penis all my life. This factor contributed greatly to my starting to masturbate. I was obsessed with penises, from the 6th grade on, I found they could "get big." This amazing quality was mind-boggling to me. I had a lot of friends, and during that time we had a lot of sleepovers. As most boys this age, we were just learning about sex and what our penises actually did. I began my masturbation career at one of these sleepovers. A group of my friends, 10 of us, were talking about girls and how sometimes when we thought of them, our penises became larger.