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I'm writing this at the end of a 4-year relationship, one that was quite fulfilling on many levels: emotionally and spiritually as well as physically. It's amazing how sharing physical intimacy can bind people together in ways words won't describe. My partner and I enjoyed each other's bodies quite a bit — whether through full-fledged intercourse or just masturbating face-to-face, watching each other's enjoyment grow, seeing what we do to pleasure ourselves. My definition of sex is pretty wide, so everything counts — including just watching what someone else does with their hands.

I have been masturbating since I was a young kid. My method of choice was then (and still is) lying flat on the floor or bed and moving my body up and down. As it says on JackinWorld, this provides an sensation similar to intercourse (though I've never experienced it) — especially for uncircumcised males like me. 

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.

I started masturbating around 5th grade. We had a talk on it in sex-ed, and I just had to try. It was quite nice. I was kind of a bad student then, and even didn't pick up on most of the sex-ed stuff, but this I did remember. At the time I would just make a fist and jerk away. I liked the feeling a lot. Then after a while something sudden would happen, and everything would be strange and I would stop. I later learned that this was orgasm.

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. 

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.

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.

I just recently came across JackinWorld and realized that at age 65, I have enjoyed 54 years of "self-abuse" so far. While not keeping count, I suppose I have averaged 3-4 times per week over the years, with no sign of stopping. Wow! That could be well over 10,000 masturbation sessions! For younger JackinWorld visitors the perspective of an older guy might be of interest — particularly, they should know life stays good!

I masturbated to orgasm for the first time in July 1987. I was 12 years old. I was washing the small amount of pubic hair I had, and noticed that my penis began to get erect. I rubbed my penis with soap using a "two hands praying" method, and it felt very different from how I had remembered it feeling just a few months earlier. Soon I felt my penis becoming very sensitive -- almost ticklish. It felt like I was going to urinate, but more intense. Since I was in the shower anyway, I wasn't that concerned if I did actually did urinate, so I kept rubbing myself.