I'm writing this at the end of a 4-year relationship, one that was quite fulfilling on many levels: emotionally and spiritually as well as physically. It's amazing how sharing physical intimacy can bind people together in ways words won't describe. My partner and I enjoyed each other's bodies quite a bit — whether through full-fledged intercourse or just masturbating face-to-face, watching each other's enjoyment grow, seeing what we do to pleasure ourselves. My definition of sex is pretty wide, so everything counts — including just watching what someone else does with their hands.
I think I was about 6 or 7 when I discovered that rubbing my penis felt really good — not just nice, as it had felt when I was younger. It started with a "rosy palm" trick: grabbing my penis with one hand and rubbing the very tip of my penis with the palm of the other. The feelings were incredibly intense, and I couldn't do it for very long. A few times, I was able to do this with my friend John, who was about same age. We did this secretly, as somehow we knew it might get us into trouble.
I don't remember exactly how old I was when I first started masturbating. I guess I was around 12 or 13 (I am 19 now). I had talked about masturbation at school; my friends asked if I had ever tried it, and that question encouraged me to experiment for the very first time. Whenever I've read or heard other people's accounts of their first time masturbating, the tale inevitably ends with them enjoying this incredible feeling of orgasm. It was a little different for me. I remember my first time well: It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was fairly bored.
I started masturbating around 5th grade. We had a talk on it in sex-ed, and I just had to try. It was quite nice. I was kind of a bad student then, and even didn't pick up on most of the sex-ed stuff, but this I did remember. At the time I would just make a fist and jerk away. I liked the feeling a lot. Then after a while something sudden would happen, and everything would be strange and I would stop. I later learned that this was orgasm.
I masturbated to orgasm for the first time in July 1987. I was 12 years old. I was washing the small amount of pubic hair I had, and noticed that my penis began to get erect. I rubbed my penis with soap using a "two hands praying" method, and it felt very different from how I had remembered it feeling just a few months earlier. Soon I felt my penis becoming very sensitive -- almost ticklish. It felt like I was going to urinate, but more intense. Since I was in the shower anyway, I wasn't that concerned if I did actually did urinate, so I kept rubbing myself.
For as long as I can remember, I had always been scared of masturbation. I thought it was morally wrong and disgusting to play with yourself, and plus, I was always scared of getting caught. But then I discovered JackinWorld merely by chance one day and learned it's okay to relieve yourself every once in a while if you need to.
I am 15 and very excited there is such a site as JackinWorld. The first time I ever masturbated (of course that's not what I knew it as), I was 7 or 8 years old. It happened when one of my friends who was the same age came over and showed me how he touched himself and said that it felt good -- so I had to do it, too. Although we never touched each other, it was still fun. From then on I used the regular "Fist" hand grip with spit as a lube. I did this until I was 9, and then I started to masturbate in the shower using soap or shampoo, which I know now is not good for you.
I first discovered masturbation when I was about 12 years old. I was channel-surfing in my bed and found an infomercial, and it had some really pretty women in it, so I pulled down my pants and started rubbing because it felt good. I had no idea what was going to happen. When I reached orgasm I was, at first, scared and shocked. After I realized that it *felt good* I kept going and finished the orgasm. I didn't feel the semen on my stomach, so when I pulled up my pants, I made a huge mess everywhere!
One of my first masturbation memories is of being in our basement alone watching TV. I was about 11, and the movie "Bye Bye Birdie," starring Ann-Margret, was on. She was still a teenager then, and damn, was she cute. It was the early '60s, and we just got our first color TV (yes, kids, there was a time without color TV).
The first time I masturbated I was 11. I remember rubbing up against this big stuffed bear I had and then feeling great. I would do this before I went to sleep for about 2 years, and then I realized a liquid was coming out, so I began to masturbate in dirty socks and underwear. I grew up in a Catholic family, and in Catholic school I learned it was a sin to masturbate -- but it never made me stop, at least not for more than 2 weeks.