The first time that I recall masturbating was when I was about 4 years old. We were visiting with friends and I was sent upstairs to take a bath since it was nearly bedtime. I finished my bath and let the water run out. I noticed that I had an erection, which meant nothing to me at the time. But I put my hand on it and liked the sensation. I am uncircumcised, so I started examining my foreskin. I discovered it felt good when I pulled it back, so I started moving it back and forth. I guess I must have been so caught up in the moment and the pleasure that I kept on doing it for a long time.
I discovered masturbation at a very late age. I was raised extremely conservative Christian. My parents never had "the talk" with me, so I learned only bits and pieces of information. By the time I was 14 (1996), I had read the entire 1964 World Book section on reproduction and sex. The whole reason I ever even tried masturbation was because guys at school would refer to it as if those who did it were weird or wrong. Guys always made fun of it, and I wondered what it was supposed to be exactly.
I started masturbating when I was 14 years old. At first, I would lie down on my bed and stroke while thinking about the girl I had a crush on, and I would have an orgasm but wouldn't ejaculate. At that time, all of my friends had discussed masturbation with me, and they described it as being heavenly with a feeling of ecstasy. In biology class, I was learning about the reproductive system and about semen and sperm. I wished I could ejaculate some semen of my own.
Masturbation first entered my world when I was 11. Before this, I had never really experienced anything of this sort. When I was little, I had a few touchy-touch experiences with friends here and there, but that was pretty much it. As I got older I heard about masturbation from some friends who were in the 8th grade. They would talk about it when I was around, but I never really understood what they truly meant. But as time went by and I got older, I eventually discovered what my friends were talking about this whole time.
Well, as most people, I discovered masturbation when I was 10 or 11. However, I guess I discovered the actual process of masturbation in a slightly different fashion than those I've read about previously here.
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.
A year ago, if anyone had told me I would be writing my biography for a Web site dedicated to male masturbation, I would have laughed uncontrollably. By contemporary standards, my life has been remarkably tame; consequently, I couldn't believe anyone would be interested in what I have to say. In truth, I thought the same thing when I first replied to a JackinWorld Question of the Week (#183, about the ease of orgasm), only to find my response among the body of replies.
I was reared in a home where sex was never mentioned; I never even heard the word "pregnant." How I managed to get to be 11 years old before learning the facts of life I do not know, but I did. I moved to a new school when I was in the 5th grade, and there I began to get a real education in things I'd never heard of. I knew where babies came from, of course, but I had no idea how they got there.