A biography of my life as masturbator, huh? Well, I started at a very young age. I have my older brother (by three years), and his friends, to thank for that. I was about 9 or 10 and, of course, I looked up to my brother and wherever he went, that's where I wanted to be. He wasn't too thrilled by my always wanting to tag along. One summer day he and a couple of his friends decided to take a hike. Known as the Golden Stairs, the light brown, shale-bottomed creek stepped down and down into a canyon until it dumped into a pond. The area was heavily wooded and was very secluded. It was a tough climb down and even tougher climbing back out. It was slippery and could be deadly if you fell and cracked your head open on the rock. As usual, I was begging to be included. One of my brother's friends leaned over and whispered into my brother's ear. A big smile came across their faces and my brother said, "Okay. But you have to j*ck us off." Well, I had no idea what that was, but I readily agreed -- anything to be included!
Over an hour later we finally reached our destination, and my brother and his friends wasted no time at all in stripping off their pants. The water was plenty clean enough to swim in, but swimming was the last thing on their minds. Each one sported erections, which they called "boners." My brother was the first to call me over and took my hand and placed it properly over his shaft and, with his hand over mine, showed me how to stroke it up and down. It wasn't long before one of the others held my other hand over his penis and gently guided my hand. I never had to ask to be included again -- it was just assumed that I would be there.
Over the course of that summer they taught me how to stroke myself, and they taught me the pleasures of fondling testicles and nipples and the area between the scrotum and the anus. I had plenty of orgasms but never ejaculated. They would slowly stroke themselves in between turns of having me do it for them, lying back in the grasses that ringed the pond. As each session ended, we'd all jump into the water to clean up. We'd splash and jump and run. I had the time of my life.
The next several years found us getting together at every opportunity for our mutual masturbation sessions. The first time I ejaculated, they all applauded. Every once in a while one of them would take my penis and have me lie back while they took care of me.
I learned a lot of different techniques from them. My favorite was what we called the twister. With a well-lubed hand, start at the very base of the shaft using a medium grip. The object is not to pull the skin up and down but to allow your hand to glide smoothly over the skin. As your hand strokes upward, twist your wrist toward the underside of the penis so that your hand turns around the shaft. When you reach the ridge of the head, swipe your thumb across the front, moving up and across the tip. On the downstroke, reverse the action. The sensations created are the most intense and pleasurable I've ever felt using my hands. The ridge and very tip of the head seem to be the most sensitive spots, and it gives great alternate intense/not intense sensations. As you approach ejaculation, add more pressure on the upstroke, in a "milking" gesture. Whenever I use this technique the quantity of my ejaculate increases.
The last time was in our back yard the summer my brother turned 17. Three of us were "camping out." Unbeknownst to any of us, our mom had been watching us through an upstairs window. She must have said something to our father, because the next day my brother got taken outside for "a talk," and he never asked me to participate again. We shared a bedroom and we would both masturbate, of course. We would watch each other, but stroking each other ceased.
When I was in the service, masturbation was a regular event. We were young, we were horny, and that was the way we took care of it. Alone or together, it didn't seem to matter. Sometimes we'd have contests to see who could last the longest, or who could ejaculate the fastest or farthest. It was no big deal -- you joined in or you didn't. No one cared. Although mutual masturbation is something I continue to enjoy when the opportunity arises, I still don't think of myself as gay -- but perhaps it qualifies me as a bisexual.
I continued to masturbate, even after I married for the first time. If a day went by that we didn't have sex, I had to masturbate. Sometimes I'd masturbate even if we did have sex that same day. I couldn't go a day without an ejaculation, though. If she wouldn't (or couldn't) have sex, I'd go into another room and stroke away until I was completely drained. It's odd that even though I had engaged in mutual masturbation with friends, I never masturbated in front of my wife. When we got divorced after almost 8 years of marriage, I found myself left completely to my own devices. I would masturbate every day unless I went out and managed to find a sex partner for the night; if none was available, I'd do a "solo" as soon as I got home.
Sometimes I like to watch pornography as I masturbate, and as strange as it may sound, I prefer watching male solo films. It's fun trying to match the actors stroke for stroke and attempting to time my eruption with theirs. I don't know why, but being able to ejaculate at the exact same time is very satisfying. Or I read masturbation magazines. That is where I discovered the Accu-Jac.
The Accu-Jac was one of the best investments I ever made! Especially being a single guy. Let's face it -- sometimes fisting your stiffy just doesn't satisfy completely. The Accu-Jac was (they went out of business a few years ago) a masturbation device that used a clear, soft, flexible sleeve that attached to a small-diameter tube. The tube plugged into the motor housing. Using alternating air currents, it would slide the sleeve back and forth over the penis. There were adjustments for speed as well as the length of the stroke. If you held the sleeve to the base of your shaft, it would "suck" you, which felt incredibly similar to oral sex. If you wished, you could walk around, or lie back and just enjoy the sensations. You could move around at will because the device would not let the sleeve slip off your erection. That also left your hands free to employ as you wished. It was safe to ejaculate into the sleeve as long as you didn't allow the semen to get up into the motor housing. And cleanup was a breeze -- you just rinsed the out sleeve with warm soapy water.
I'm sorry to say I don't have the Accu-Jac anymore. I wore it out using it so much, sometime after marrying my second wife, because once I got it I rarely used my hands. It was a constant comfort for my physical release. I even continued to use it while I was enjoying a great sexual relationship with a longtime girlfriend. It was a great way, just as any masturbation is, to enjoy the pleasures of my body without the pressure of having to "perform." Sweet, slow, sensual release. I still have the sleeves and occasionally use them when masturbating, even now. I'll get my favorite lube (Celebrate! for Men), lube the sleeve, and placing it between cushions on the couch, hump the hell out of it until I blast off! It's a perfect simulation of a wet vagina.
My second wife and I have been married now for 13 years. We have a very satisfying sex life. We have been very honest and forthright about everything. She knows my past and I know hers. She knows I masturbate. She occasionally strokes me to ejaculation, and I'll return the favor until she reaches orgasm. We don't masturbate for each other -- it will always be a part of foreplay. I still masturbate solo, though. I've reached the age where I can go a couple of days without, but at least 3 times a week I need to get off. It doesn't matter to me whether it's via sex or my own fist (or sleeve) -- it just matters that I do it. When my wife questioned the matter of frequency, I just pointed her to the Men's Health magazine articles that said urologists recommend a minimum of 3 ejaculations per week to maintain and promote prostate health. How can you argue with that?
I've even had a urologist masturbate me in his office. It had been so long since I'd been able to ejaculate, my wife insisted that I see a doctor. Rarely I would have the sensations of orgasm, but nothing would come out. It was frustrating as hell, and I just seemed to be getting more and more horny all the time. Erections would pop up very frequently; I would stay rock hard for very long periods of time and lubricate constantly. By the end of the day the crotch of my briefs would be soaking wet. I finally goy up enough courage to go to a urologist.
The nurse produced two bottles and told me she needed me to fill them both (if possible) with urine. When that was complete, she came into the exam room with a new patient folder, took the usual vital signs and history, and told me to disrobe. She picked up the specimen bottles and left the room.
The doctor was prompt. The first thing he did was examine my testicles and vas deferens. He felt along my entire penis, even up under the scrotum. Then he told me to turn around and lean over the exam table and spread my legs a bit. Oh, geez! Those dreaded words! And I heard the snap of the rubber glove. I was wincing, and he hadn't even gotten near me yet. With a gob of K-Y Jelly on my anus, he pushed a finger up my rectum. He moved it around and proceeded to push in a second time easily. Within a couple minutes he had three fingers up my rectum and was massaging and pushing on my prostate. Despite my most valiant efforts, and much to my chagrin, I developed the biggest erection I'd ever experienced. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers, grabbed my arm and pulled me into a standing position. He grabbed the shaft of my penis with his lubed up hand using "milking" strokes. I proceeded to have the most violent ejaculation of my life. My knees buckled, and I fell back against the exam table. He had to help to keep me from falling to the floor, it was so intense and painful. There was an unusual odor, and I was absolutely mortified! But he calmly picked up a slide and captured a large sample as it drooled out the end of my softening erection and set it aside. He told me not be embarrassed, that it was necessary and not as unusual as I might think. He handed me some towels and told me to go ahead and clean myself up. He said I had a very bad prostate infection and that it had most likely caused a blockage. The fluids had been backing up and had no way to escape. The pressure buildup was what was causing the frequent erections. Later he returned and gave me a prescription for anitbiotics and told me to be sure to drink lots of fluids and to masturbate to ejaculation at least twice a day for 2 weeks to help clear the prostate. What an experience!
I will always masturbate. It's healthy, it's very enjoyable, and it gives me time to myself. Occasionally it is a fast and furious thing, but most often I can take my time and really enjoy myself -- starting and stopping and really building it up until I just can't hold off any longer. I will always take advantage of the opportunity to engage in mutual masturbation as well. It's very enjoyable to both give and receive that kind of physical pleasure. I hope masturbation "comes out of the closet" someday and is looked upon widely as a healthy, normal, and satisying way to relieve sexual tension. Perhaps there would be fewer unwanted pregancies and the spread of STDs would diminish.