I didn't discover masturbation until after puberty. Fortunately, puberty came early, when I was 11 years old. For a few months, I had erections but didn't know why. My stiff penis itched and tingled, but I didn't know what to do about it. In the privacy of my bedroom I would admire it and bat it from side to side. Somehow, I knew that this was something normal and enjoyed it. My father had discussed sex with me in a conversation so abstract that I didn't really understand anything. His closest description of sex was that men "had contact" with women.
In the 1950s, the summer I turned 11, we lived in Canada. On a rare day when it was possible to run around in the sun shirtless and barefoot, I came home muddy and tired. I hit the shower just before dinner. After the usual bathing, I noticed that my feet were still grass-stained green. I sat down under the stream of water to wash off the stains. After folding my legs to wash my feet, the stream of water hit my circumcised penis directly and gave me a strong erection. It felt good so I lay back in the tub and let the water fall on my erection. The sensation was new and different, but it felt really good. The sharp streams of water on my penis and stomach felt wonderful. The pleasure built up slowly and felt better and better. Suddenly a spasm of sharp pain shot through my balls and penis and I bent double in a fetal position, convinced that I had seriously damaged myself. The sharpest pain lasted for about 5 minutes. It probably was my first ejaculation through never-used plumbing, but I did not notice any semen. Frankly I was too worried about the possibility that I had somehow hurt myself. I didn't know anything about ejaculation and semen anyway. Still sore and hurting, I dried off and went off to dinner. I said nothing to my parents.
By the next evening the pain has disappeared. I went to bed but soon had another erection with a really itchy and tingling penis. Instinctively I began to rub the ridge around the tip. This time, I knew I had discovered something great! By the time I ejaculated, nothing was touching the bed but my heels and head. The semen splashed between my nipples in a series of orgasms that left me gasping for breath between moans. Now *this* was something great!
My dad had a job that caused us to move every two years. We had now moved to South America. I didn't like it much since I didn't speak Spanish. I went to an English-language school, but most of the other kids were local. They spoke English well but shifted to Spanish the minute we were out of the teachers' sight. The only other kid like me was the son of a family that worked with my father. He was about 10. Even though we were different ages, he was the only kid who spoke English on the playground. His name was John and we began to have a big brother/little brother kind of thing. John had three big sisters and really wanted to have a male friend.
One weekend, John's family and my family went to a beach resort for a long weekend holiday. Both sets of parents had booked cabins with a third cabin for John and me. The resort screwed up the reservations so that John and I had a cabin with one king-size bed instead of the twins we had requested. Rather than ruin the weekend, our parents decided to take the cabin. John and I didn't really care, since the bed was really big. We all spent a great day at the beach, swimming and eating at the beachside restaurants. Finally John and I went off to our cabin. We opened the windows to the cool seaside air and stripped down to our Jockey shorts for sleep. We lay in bed talking. John was over to one side and I had my head resting on my hands. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was nothing involving sex. After all, John was a little kid. The moon through the window gave just enough light to see each other. Suddenly John rolled over on his side and grabbed my penis through my shorts. "I want to see it," he said. My erection was instant. I dug my heels into the bed and pulled on one side of my shorts. John pushed the other side down so that my shorts were around my knees. I kicked them off. John pulled his shorts off and threw them on the floor. His little uncircumcised penis was stiff. He began to rub my penis. I have no idea where he learned this, but it felt great! After a few minutes he began to slow down his motions. I asked him not to stop, but he said he was getting tired. He changed hands but didn't last too long. I asked him to hold my balls while I finished the job with an orgasm that was the most intense I had ever had. John didn't seem surprised at my results. I rested for a few minutes and then began to return his favor. It took a long time, but eventually he ejaculated a small quantity of clear fluid.
The next day we did not talk about the events of the night. However, both of us were eager to get to bed that day. This time we got naked immediately. I spread a big hotel beach towel on the bed so we (well, I) would not make a mess. I also brought out the cocoa butter lotion we used at the beach. I spread it over me penis and asked John if I could put some of it between his thighs. I didn't want him to "get tired" again. I then placed my penis between his legs and used my knees to press his legs together and began to pump. Fantastic! I was soon covered with sweat. John said he liked that and pulled me down from my sort of push-up position to lie on his chest. When he put his hands on my butt, I exploded. After a short rest, I rolled over and invited him to try the same thing with me. He gave it a try, but his short penis kept slipping out and stabbing me in the balls. He didn't like it much and asked me to use my fingers. I was happy to do so, and he eventually shot out a little clear liquid.
John and I never had a chance to do these things again, and we never talked about them. A few months later, my dad was again transferred, and I never saw John again. My masturbation sessions were frequent through the next 7 teenage years, but always solitary.
When I went off to college in the early '60s, I shared a room with Fred, who would be my roommate for the next 4 years. The rooms had two beds only about 4 feet apart. The dorm bathrooms down the hall must have been designed to prevent masturbation — they had a large open shower room and stalls without doors. I had never shared a room before and was desperate after a few days. The technique of hoping that Fred was asleep, trying to breathe normally and pumping away on my side under the sheets, got the job done but was not very satisfactory after all the years of freedom I'd had to moan and thrash about all I wanted in my bedroom at home. After only a week or so, Fred turned to me one evening as we were studying and said, "Look. You masturbate and I masturbate. Let's agree that we do it after we go to bed, without any comments." Fine with me!
Later, Fred set up the habit we would have for the rest of our college careers. He pulled down the blinds and drew the curtains. With the lights out, it was pitch black. Just thinking of his suggestions gave me a big erection, but I didn't want to be first. I had visions of the lights going on and Fred's Polaroid camera flashing. However I soon heard rhythmic sounds and ragged breathing from Fred's bed. Very quickly, I heard Fred grunting with exertion as he ejaculated. I threw off my covers and began pumping my penis. The freedom to ejaculate without holding back the sounds was wonderful. When we both were finished, we said nothing to each other, as agreed.
When the alarm went off the next morning, we awoke to find two pairs of semen-stained shorts on the floor between the beds. We both were still naked. We tossed the shorts into our laundry baskets without comment, wrapped towels around ourselves and went off the showers. For a long time, hearing Fred masturbating in the dark would get me excited, but eventually we both really did ignore the activity of the other. Going to bed in our shorts and waking up naked became an almost nightly routine. It made college much more bearable.
Now, after years of marriage and kids, I still masturbate regularly and enjoy it as another variety of good sex.
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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