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I'm 35 now. I started masturbating before I'd heard about what it was, probably when I was 11. I'm not sure, maybe it was 10 — but I do remember that I was in bed in the morning before getting up for school, lying on my back and pushing my erection down between my thighs and letting it spring back up. I found that this felt really good, and I'd just lie there for several minutes, doing it over and over until the feeling got too intense and I'd stop.

I had previously submitted a JackinWorld Biography, but the story was unfinished — just covering early years in detail with a smattering of info from college on. I would now like to relate further on my college years and beyond. My freshman year was my first time away from home for an extended period. As a daily masturbator facing a situation of living in a small room with another person in a very large dorm, I was wondering what was going to happen. Well, my roomie was a jerk.

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 — what a wonderful thing! I probably started masturbating late in life. I was 15 the first time I did it. I had experimented quite a bit with girls by that age, feeling their breasts and and even masturbating them, although not to climax I don't believe. I always got erections during this petting phase but never thought about masturbating.

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.

I can barely remember exactly when I started masturbating, but my earliest recollections are from age 7 or 8, when I would lie on my stomach and press my penis into my cupped hands and thrust. For years I did this and got a "release," but with no ejaculation. I did not know or care, though; I still got an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction from it. My mother might have noticed the wrinkles in my pajamas right at the crotch, where I had been squeezing the flannel, but she never really said anything.