I remember having sexual feelings and getting erections as a young boy. I watched animals copulating on the farm and was normally curious about sex. My first sex-play experience happened when I was 9 or 10. A guy my age from school stayed overnight and we shared the same bed in my room. He started talking about his penis and pulled down his pajamas to show me how it was bent to one side and how he wanted to straighten it. He wanted to see mine to compare, so I took it out. It seemed smaller, though average, and I was curious about his, too.
I discovered masturbation when I was 10 or 11. Every so often, during class, I would get an erection. Although I didn't know what I was doing, it felt really good to stroke myself in this area. I didn't even know about the penis then. I don't remember seeing it, and I didn't even know what it was called! I soon learned how to increase the pleasure, and eventually, when I was about 12, I ejaculated. I had absolutely no idea what I had just done, but I enjoyed it immensely. So I continued to do it. Last year I discovered JackinWorld, and I have become a regular visitor.
If you think Chinese people don't talk much about sex, you are right. It's just the case here, where I live. I'm from Shanghai, a city in China.
It was in a restaurant, which was next to my middle school. I still clearly remember: I was having lunch with one of my friends. Strangely enough, he suddenly whispered to me, "Masturbation — it feels so great. You shoot out semen. My brother taught me this. I teach you?"
I've been aware of the pleasures of my penis for as long as I can remember. One vivid memory is that of my mother getting after me for playing with it during my baths as a small child. For my mother it became such an issue that she went so far as to take me to the doctor because of the chronic habit. Of course, he found nothing abnormal. I was embarrassed, but I let nothing deter me. At night I continued playing with my penis away from my mother's watchful eyes. At such a young age, I knew nothing of orgasm or ejaculation; all I knew was that it felt good to rub my penis.
I'm 74 years old. Several years ago I came across JackinWorld. If only this information had been available when I was growing up. All you readers, particularly you younger ones, are extremely fortunate to have such a special Web site, which provides important, sought after information.
A masturbation biography, what an odd concept. I think I first masturbated when I was 12 years old. I was in a public toilet of all places, and I was trying to go but my penis just wouldn't go down! As I was rubbing my hand against it, I realized that it felt good, and my life of masturbation had begun.
I have been masturbating regularly for the last 42 years, except for the one-year period immediately after my marriage.
I live in the Great White North — Canada. I started masturbating when I was 12; I remember it distinctly. I had a bad stomach ache, and my mom said it would help if I went to sleep with a pillow under my hips to sort of stretch out my stomach. I did so, but I wasn't feeling so good and wasn't about to fall asleep, so I put the pillow between my legs and tried to fall asleep on my side. I then started coughing, and my pelvis started to rock back and forth, rubbing my penis against the pillow. I got an erection very fast, and I liked it so I kept thrusting against the pillow.
Me, my life, and my masturbation habits: This is the story of my life, or at least my life that started around the time I was 12 years old. Changes began to occur that would ultimately alter the way I would live for the rest of my days. Fantasizing, feelings about girls, and the yearning in my loins started to take complete control of my groin, and all the while during this change, I worried none. I realized I was starting to finally become a man.
Masturbation has played an important role in my life for a long time. I can remember as far back as kindergarten, being curious of other people's bodies, including my friends' at school. In the bathroom, I would wonder if anyone else looked like me, and I even used to think I had something that other people didn't until I realized that my other male friends had the same body part as me. I continued this curiosity for a long time, and when I would take baths with other people, or even with my brother, I always asked questions.