I've masturbated almost as long as I can remember. I am now 30 years old. As a small child before I went to school, I remember getting behind a chair in the living room and playing with my erect penis. It just felt so good to rub it with my hands. I don't ever recall having dry orgasms, but I did enjoy it — although I had no idea what I was doing! There were lots of girls in my neighborhood. I vividly remember a number of occasions before second grade where I would hide away with one of the neighbor girls, and we would show each other our genitals. The female genitalia was very mysterious to me. They didn't have a penis!
I am uncircumcised, which is fairly rare for an American male of my age group. As a young child in my bath, I would stick my thumb or forefinger in the pucker of my foreskin and play a sort of peek-a-boo game. It was not particularly erotic, but was fun. My male cousin and I played doctor periodically when I was a very young child. During these sessions I noticed that his penis was somehow different from mine. When I ask my parents about it, they explained that he was circumcised and I was not. When I told my cousin, he could not believe that something was cut off of his penis. He had to ask his mother, who confirmed it to him.
My foreskin did not fully retract until I was about 6 years old. My mother had me pull it back during a bath. She told me I had to start pulling back the skin and washing it. It was a real shock the first time I pulled it back — it was rather tight, and my glans was terribly sensitive. The interesting thing was that suddenly my penis looked more like other boys' penises when I retracted the foreskin. Prior to that I had no idea I even had a glans. After years of masturbation, my foreskin has become long and loose.
All of this was a prelude to my actual initiation into the wonders and pleasures of masturbation. When I was about 10 years old my cousin, who is two years older than me (the same one I played doctor with), told me he had something very special to show me. We went into the loft of my grandfather's barn, and he stripped off all of his clothes and masturbated to orgasm. I was truly impressed and astonished. He told me I would be able to do this one day myself. I really knew nothing about sex or masturbation at this time. He told me some of what he knew, including how babies were made.
The following year in school, we had our 5th-grade sex-education class (one class!). A male teacher showed all the boys an old filmstrip that gave some information on the male genitalia, puberty, and the changes that come with it, and nocturnal emissions. He made absolutely no mention of masturbation. Slight references were made to sexual intercourse with a woman. The teacher did mention that orgasm and ejaculation "feel real, real good." I had a raging erection during the entire presentation, and my interest was piqued.
Shortly after that, I was home sick from school one day. (I wasn't really all that sick!) Lying in bed I decided I was going to try to do what my cousin did, and make it all "feel real, real good." I started working my fist up and down my erection, pulling the foreskin back and forth over my glans. I had no idea what felt good. My technique was rather mechanical. I thought it required a certain number of strokes to ejaculate. I counted my strokes. I made it up to almost 900 when unusual sensations began to move through my entire body. Suddenly I had my first orgasm. It was very intense. I thought I was going to scream or pass out. I also thought I was going to pee in the bed! A small amount of semen came out of my penis. I was so happy I was finally able to do this.
Within a few months, I was able to produce a bit more semen. I was afraid to masturbate very often because I feared there was but a limited amount of semen, and if I used it all up now, I would never be able to have children. Thankfully our family had very good medical books, which put those fears to rest.
That summer I had to show my cousin what I could do. This time I masturbated for him. We engaged periodically in mutual masturbation for several years, and we enjoyed it quite a lot. Puberty hit me early; I had pubic hair and a fairly large penis by the time I was in 6th grade. In 6th grade we had to undress and shower after gym class for the first time. It really scared me to think of getting naked in front of my classmates. It did help that I was one of the most mature kids in the class, but I was worried about being the only uncircumcised boy. I went to some lengths to conceal my foreskin, pulling it back before I took off my briefs. This usually gave me a partial erection, and I had to worry about the foreskin springing back. It was the only time in my life I wished I had been circumcised. I don't know that anyone ever realized, since no one ever made fun of me for it.
During middle school my masturbation life came into its own. I began making it a daily habit. I usually did it in the bathroom when I went to take a shower. I would stand in front of a full-length mirror and go at it. I worried I would get "caught" and be in trouble. I thought the sound of my wet foreskin slapping over my glans would give me away. I usually flushed my semen down the toilet because I didn't want it to be found, and I thought it had a very distinctive smell.
My favorite times were when my parents went away for several hours and I could have the house all to myself. I discovered my father's stack of Playboy and Penthouse magazines, and they added a whole new dimension to my masturbation experience. This basic pattern continued until I went to college.
College was a challenge. I had a roommate and a virtually public bathroom in my freshman dorm. I could not masturbate whenever I felt like it. There were times that my roommate had classes and I did not, so I used these "safe" times to get naked and masturbate. They were wonderful, though they didn't happen as often as I would have liked. My freshman roommate played guitar, and he had a clamp that changed the instrument's tune — I enjoyed putting that clamp around my penis when I masturbated! He never knew! During my sophomore year, my roommate masturbated in our room one morning after his shower. He thought I was asleep, but I was not. Another roommate I had was born in France; he, too, was uncircumcised, and he was the only person I ever talked to about it. During college I also had my first sexual experiences with women. While I greatly enjoy sexual intercourse, masturbation will always hold a special place in my heart.
My favorite technique has always been using my thumb and 2 or 3 fingers to work my foreskin back and forth over my penis head. I have always produced a lot of "pre-cum," so I need little or no lubrication. I also greatly enjoy fondling my testicles and stimulating my prostate by applying pressure to the area behind my testicles.
With my introduction to sites such as this one several years ago, my masturbation life has been renewed and enhanced. There is now a forum for learning and discussing more about this most intimate of male activities. I greatly enjoy doing it and plan to do so for years to come. Thank you for letting me share my personal masturbation history.
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