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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.

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.

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.

It all started when I was 12 1/2. I had always been a curious child, ready to indulge in "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" games at any time. Maybe the curiosity stemmed from seeing an uncircumcised neighbor years earlier, discovering the fact that every boy's penis looked different. Whatever the reason, I was playing one of these games with a younger relative during the summer of 1970.

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 proud to say masturbation is my favorite sport! I have sent info to a few of you and thank those who were horny enough to respond in kind. Now, let me introduce you to Thrusterbation!

Ever since I was in elementary school, I have felt physically advanced for my age. I was always the tallest in my grade, and when the time came, I could see I was the first to be going through puberty. I actually felt proud of this "accomplishment." I noticed pubic hair developing about the time I was in the 4th grade (age 10), and by the next year I had a much deeper voice than any of my peers. By the time I was about 13, my body was pretty much covered with hair, just as it is today (I am currently 19 years old). But perhaps that is a story for a different Web site.

I finished my Biography with a promise to tell about the first time I masturbated with someone else. I didn't think it would take me so long to get around to it, but here it is -- finally!