I don't remember when I didn't fondle my penis. I still do, every chance I get. My first memory is of sitting in my highchair at the dining-room table with no pants on, fondling my penis. Apparently, I had wet all my pants and they were in the washer. My father was yelling at me to "Stop that." I had no idea what he was talking about, so I kept right on fondling myself. He then said that if I didn't stop, he would throw his water at me. I didn't stop, since I didn't know what he was talking about, so he threw his water at me.
I grew up on a farm, and although I had seen animals having sex, I hadn't had "the talk" from my parents when I first learned about masturbation. I was about 11 and my brother 9 1/2 when we had the preacher's boys (our same ages) sleeping over one summer night in a makeshift tent. The conversation worked around to girls and sex. They asked if we knew about masturbation; we said, "What's that?" So they explained, and we tried it, with amazing results in a few minutes. Having no terms for any of this, I called the orgasm a "thrill" — which it was.
As a youth my penis was something I used to pee out of. Yes, there were times, especially when taking a bath, when I would look at and play with it. While taking the bath I found that I could make it move by using what I now believe was my PC muscle. No big deal.
I am now 59 years old, so I have a few miles, so to speak, on some of the other members. I have always found masturbation to be more intensely pleasurable and physically satisfying than sex with another person. I have been married for 24 years, and sex with my wife is socially and personally satisfying, but it does not compare to masturbation in terms of shear physical pleasure. We have talked honestly about this so that she does not feel rejected when I masturbate.
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 cannot remember when I began masturbating, but I must have been 5 or 6. I always did it lying on my stomach and rubbing against a hard mattress. I'd never been told not to do it, didn't know anybody else did, and didn't know any name for it. I somehow had the idea, though, that I shouldn't do it where I could be seen. My sister, a couple years younger, slept in the same room, so I had to wait until she was asleep. I even remember urging her to go on to sleep, so naturally she tried to stay awake.
I was a tender young farm boy who attended a small town consolidated high school in the '50s. The study hall for the school was actually a former church. The main room had shelves around the sides and tables with plenty of chairs around the room. If you misbehaved, you were sent into one of two corner rooms that were on each side of the former entrance to the church. These rooms had windows from the desk top level to the ceiling, so you could sit at the counter and study and your lower body would not be visible to the study hall proctor. There was already one boy in the room.
When I was about 10 my brother (a year and a half older) and I went into the woods near home and saw a neighbor kid of 17 or 18 who was sitting under a little tree hut we had built. It was actually on his folks' land but a long way from his house, and I didn't think he even knew it was there. He had his pants down and was stroking what to me looked like a huge joint, compared to my little weenie. I'd never even seen an erection before or pubic hair but was intrigued. A better word today would be turned on, but I didn't know that then. When he ejaculated all over, I was mesmerized.
I have had many years of enjoying masturbation since I was introduced to the miracle at age 9. I shared a room with an older brother who wanted the freedom to masturbate anytime he wanted, so he showed me what "the big boys" do. Of course I didn't wait until I was one of them. Suddenly, the little erections I was having made sense to me, and I began to enjoy the miracle many times a day.
I remember playing "doctor" with a neighbor girl as early as age 5. This excited me a great deal, and it felt good for her (or me) to rub my erection. (I think I have always had erections). But I never got to an orgasm from it.