I kind of feel like the guy in Castaway — you know, he painted a smile and two dots on a volleyball for a friend. Well, I was circumcised, so, erect, there's that smile looking at me. My Wilson to bat around and make me smile through the years. There's been a few tears, too. But when I think about it, it's been me and Wilson through everything. The way I look at it, when I ejaculate, that's Wilson speaking. He's spoken to a few people, but mostly to me.
Do you use a lubricant for masturbation? If so, what do you use and why?
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.
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.
From my earliest memories, I knew "playing with myself" was fun. Right behind that memory is the memory of my mother telling me not to "play with myself," so never again did I do it — in front of her, anyway. No big deal was made of it, but I sensed it was not an activity for her to see again. My siblings were sisters and we all satisfied ourselves that boys and girls were different and pretty much let it go at that.