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I remember the first time I discovered masturbation. I was 11 or 12. I remember lying on the floor doing my spelling homework, and for some odd reason or another, I just started to rub my penis on the floor. It started to feel really good, so I continued doing it. Then suddenly, this explosive feeling swept over me from my head all the way down to my toes. It felt great — like nothing I had ever felt before.

About 6 years ago, at the age of 12, I discovered the many joys of masturbation. It was a regular night, and I retired to the bathroom to take a bath before I went to bed. I liked to take long baths; sometimes I would even read in the bathtub, but most of the time I just relaxed and let my mind wander. I retracted my foreskin, as my father had instructed, to wash my penis and prevent infection. This time the feeling I had was unlike any other — somewhere between an unscratchable itch and a pleasant tickle. I continued to do this, and the odd sensation became stronger, and more pleasurable.

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.

Masturbation has been an important part of my life since I was a small child. Now I am a happily married husband and father of 3 great kids. I have a normal sex life with my wife, but I still cherish my love life with myself through masturbation — usually once a day, but sometimes twice. I also cherish the memories of my masturbation experiences through the years.

My earliest sexual memories were when I was 3. I recall sitting under the clothesline stoop fondling myself. Some time after that recollection, another boy and I were exposing ourselves to a girl. Then we came up with the idea to put each other's penises in our mouths. What a novel idea for two 3-year-olds. I didn't last long, as his tasted oily, but he didn't seem to have a problem sucking on mine. However, the girl told her mother of what had happened, and she in turn told my mother in front of me. I was so distressed — but my mom never scolded or punished me. What a great mom.

I am a married male in my 40s and have been masturbating regularly since I was about 10 years old. My first exposure to "the deed" was seeing my older cousin lying on his bed late one night as I walked past his slightly open door. As I had never even heard of masturbation it really didn't arouse much curiosity in me at the time. But a few months later while I was home alone one afternoon, I took off all my clothes in the bathroom to take a bath and suddenly got a raging erection.

The summer after my 11th birthday I went to Boy Scout camp and learned to masturbate. I'd heard guys at school talk about "jacking off," and I thought it had something to do with sex, but I really didn't know what it meant. One day at camp we were hiking in the woods, and a friend told a group of us that his father, who was a scoutmaster, caught my friend's brother and another boy "jacking off" in their tent. I laughed along with everybody else, but then I asked him what, exactly, they were doing.

Masturbation and sexual feelings began at a young age for me. Ever since I can remember, I've had a fascination with other men's sexual habits. When I was 6, I caught my uncle masturbating. He saw me standing there and just kind of winked. Even though he was only 17, I felt like he was an adult. I went over and sat next to him, and he asked if I wanted to try. I said no and just watched. Within a few minutes, his face became red and he looked like he was in pain. I asked if he wanted help, and he said yeah. I asked something along the lines of, "What should I do?" and he grabbed my hand.

Hearing from a female and her masturbation experiences, I hope, will fuel some fires and enlighten the males on this site. My very first experience or orgasm I can remember was while playing with a male cousin of the same age. Ever since I could remember, he was always showing me his male anatomy, shaking it at me and the like. I was always very embarrassed by this and afraid we would be caught and severely punished, of course. Luckily, nothing like that ever happened. We were playing in a little fort my uncle built for him. It was dark inside, and my little brother was present.

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.