Conclusion of a three-part series; read Part One or Part Two.

I left home when I was 18 and got my own place. Since I had more privacy I could practice masturbation just the way I wanted, and that included stripping off all my clothes almost every time. As I did my own laundry I began using socks as a means to collect semen. One advantage is you don't need extra effort to hit the paper towel in the most critical moment -- you can concentrate 100% on the orgasm. I had not earlier had access to condoms and erotic magazines, but in the town I had moved to these things were available in a vending machine, and for a while I was a regular customer (mostly in the middle of the night!). I sometimes used condoms while masturbating, not so much for the sperm collection but more for the feeling -- and besides, a condom enhanced my fantasies about intercourse, which I had not had yet. I also experimented with anal stimulation (a candle inside a condom), but I guess it was the feeling of something new and very very secret rather than the stimulation itself, and I quit it after a while.

I had a few relationships with girls during that period, but not until I was 20 did I get laid for the first time. This was a new and wonderful way of having sex, but it did not reduce my urge for masturbation -- on the contrary. I could be with the girl I was dating only on the weekend, and I would of course save some sexual energy up to the weekend, but then I would go berserk the days afterward and masturbate several times. After we had gotten to know each other after the first couple of times it turned out she liked to masturbate as well, and I had my great desire of seeing female masturbation fulfilled. I dated this girl for about 6 months before it faded out.

At age 22 I met the woman I am still married to. She was the first I lived with and could have sex with every day, and indeed my masturbation frequency dropped. I never did give it up completely, though, and I often felt a strong urge to masturbate -- especially the day after we'd had sex. Besides, I find masturbation and sex with another person two good sides of the same coin -- one not necessarily excludes the other. The last thing in the world my wife would do, however, is to touch herself. She considers masturbation a sort of adultery, so naturally my masturbation sessions have been taking place in the deepest privacy and secrecy.

My wife brought a vibrator into our marriage. Not a woman's toy but the flat type used for sore muscles. One day when I was alone and had been using it for muscle tensions in my neck, I tried to hold my penis against it. The tickling sensation was very strong, and I could immediately feel that this was going to work. Within a few minutes, and without doing anything else but just holding my penis firmly onto the vibrating surface, I experienced the most powerful and tickling orgasm ever. Naturally the vibrator became my favorite toy, but I could use it only when I had complete privacy, as it was kind of noisy. The orgasms were always very strong and exhaustive -- actually so exhaustive that after a session with the vibrator it could take a couple of days before the need was there again. Suddenly one day the vibrator was not in its usual place anymore. It turned out my wife had given it away to a family member who had complained about muscle tensions. I can hardly describe the frustration I felt.

For various reasons we have not had sex for several years, and masturbation is once again my primary method of reaching satisfaction. I am 47 now, and although not as active sexually as when I was a teenager, I still masturbate often. The frequency is more irregular now, though. There are periods when I do it every day -- sometimes more than once -- but there are also periods when several days may pass between sessions. My habits have also changed slightly: As a teenager and a young man I would normally go straight for the orgasm, and the length of a session would be somewhere between 1 and 5 minutes. I could do it almost anywhere, and many times I've done it in the toilet at school or work. If I'm not alone in the house and have to do it in the bathroom I can still do it in a couple of minutes -- but if I have the time and privacy I enjoy a long foreplay. This can take up to 25 minutes, and when I'm well warmed up and my imagination is in top gear, the final run for orgasm rarely takes more than a minute. I still do it at work from time to time, but if I know I'm going to be alone when I come home I can go for many hours, just looking forward to the experience that's awaiting me as soon as the door is locked behind me.

I have never ever felt the slightest touch of guilt from masturbation, and I have never tried to quit. The longest period I have tried to be without masturbation is 3 weeks -- 2 weeks in the hospital and another week to recover before I felt fit enough to do it again. I have always felt I was very good at masturbating, and on a scale from 0 to 10 my orgasms almost always reach 8 or 9. When I came on the Internet a couple of years ago, one of the first words I typed into a search engine was "masturbation." I have enjoyed reading JackinWorld for a long time. I especially enjoy reading female responses to the Question of the Week, and my favorite pictures on the Net are girls masturbating.


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