pornography

Masturbation is my favorite hobby. It's my favorite thing to do with my friends. As long as no one catches me, I can have the time of my life. And I masturbate one or two times a day. But it wasn't always like that. Oh, sure, I was one of those people who would go at it before puberty started — and then, one night, my whole experience changed.

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.

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 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.

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.

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. 

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.

Well, I'm not Methuselah by any means, but from the looks of things, I'm a bit older than a lot of the other Biographers. I came of age in the late '70s/early '80s, and the culture was very different then. There was no Internet. Personal computers were still owned primarily by hobbyists. Television was pretty tame. And masturbation was just not talked about.

I'm a late-40s male who has been married over 20 years and masturbated for about 35. Though I can honestly say I am above average in looks, I have always far preferred my private pleasures to the anxiety and uncertainties of searching out partners for casual sex. While I'd classify myself as being on the straight side of Kinsey's 7-point scale, marriage never slowed down my masturbation fun — it just added another type of regular sex. I do enjoy my left hand: It's always there for me. I don't have to worry about its moods, or about adequate foreplay or premature ejaculation.

Hello there! I'm a 16-year-old male and I'm going to explain my very first masturbatory experience. Well, it all happened when I was 13. My best friend was having his birthday sleepover party. We've been friends for a while (and still are of course), but as he now goes to a different high school than me, seeing him was becoming more and more infrequent. Anyway, at this party there were two of his friends I hadn't previously met. We went to the local video shop and hired "Primal Fear" based on the rating (apparently it had some sex scenes).