My family lived in a large apartment building. At age two I became best friends with another two-year-old boy. Neither of us had siblings and we bounded around like brothers. We did everything together; as we got older we even went to the john with one another. No inhibitions at that age. I suppose having seen each other's naked bodies for years, at some point we began to explore each other and our small erections. At age 9 we must have heard about sex and decided to experiment.
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The head
Most of my early experiences were like everyone else's — discovery of masturbation on my own at age 12; alarm on first ejaculation; guilt, denial, efforts to stop, etc. I'll skip those details and describe aspects of my masturbation life that were perhaps a little unusual.
Erection Theory
Powerful instrument
I am a 54-year-old female from the United Kingdom. I was bought up in an all-female household and went to a single-sex school. My entire sex education happened when I was 12, on the day I started my periods: My mother said to me, "Never let a boy touch you." That was it. I used to wonder why. I had never seen a man's body and certainly never seen a penis.
Pipe organ
I grew up in a house with two brothers (one older and one younger), and the interest in each other's penises was the source of much forbidden pleasure. While our parents were away we would often show each other our proud erections, certainly the symbols of approaching manhood. We would compare and fondle each other's penises, even though we had yet to discover the wonders of orgasm. Nonetheless, the experience was intense. Looking back on three young guys sporting their erect penises seems only like a dream.
Convergence
I had finished taking a bath. The thought came to me about what the guys at school were saying quietly: "moving back and forth, up and down." I had a fine erection, and the opportunity was present for a bit of self-discovery. For me it was one of the finest discoveries of my life, and at that moment, it was probably one of the most powerful. It seemed quite natural stroking back and forth, and the pleasure of the sensation was surely going somewhere that seemed both mysterious and exquisite. The intensity of that first ejaculation was both memorable and physically powerful.
Jazz
I found JackinWorld when I checked my computer to find out where my kids were surfing to. I've found many Web pages that were not worth a penny, but JackinWorld is different — it is simply excellent. It can be of great help to boys and girls looking for information on masturbation that cannot be provided in the homes. I have read many of the biographies of the month, and it seems everything has gone smoothly for every one. That has not been the case for me, although I have enjoyed masturbation for many years.
Horseback riding
I have had several interesting times since I started masturbating. When I was about 9 years old, I worked on a neighbor's farm. They had a son in his 30s, unmarried, whom I worked with a lot. He would feel me up and put my hand on his penis, and eventually I started to masturbate him. To me his penis was so big, but to a 9-year-old, I guess it was. Then one day when I was about 10, I walked into the barn and caught my cousin going at it. He was 5 years older than me. He was to the point that he couldn't stop, so I saw him ejaculate.
If you prick me...
I'm 73 and a dedicated masturbator.
Until I was 18, I had a phymosed foreskin — I couldn't retract it over the glans. Manipulation of the instrument was pleasurable but not entirely satisfactory. In the Army, on duty in Korea (before the war there), I was stationed with a battalion at Pohang, remote from the fleshpots of Taegu, Pusan, and Seoul. Although our neighborhood was beautiful, as so much of Korea is, we longed for a break in the peacetime Army routine. The men with foreskins had an escape option: circumcision at the military hospital at Pusan.
Veni, Vidi, Vici
I am 20 years old, and although my road down the beginning of life's sexual path isn't as exciting as some other people's, I still have an interesting story to tell. My story begins when I was about 10 years old. I believe I had just started middle school and had our first health class (a.k.a. sex ed). At the time I wished I had paid more attention in that class, because one day one of my soccer teammates (a friend about 11 years old) asked if I had ever ejaculated. I stood there trying to think — first, what "ejaculate" meant, and second, if I had ever done it.
My mantra
Although I probably had a hand around my fetal penis, I didn't masturbate to orgasm until I was about 14. A kid in the 8th grade lunchroom said something about "whacking off" and made a circle with his thumb and index finger. Up and down he gestured. I waited until a quiet Sunday afternoon when nobody was home. At that time I was still small enough to fit into an old canvas laundry bag, and I wore it over my naked body. The feel of the material stimulated me.