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I am a 36-year-old man living in Maryland. I grew up with no real father support, so I knew nothing about what was happening to me. It all began in the summer after 5th grade, when I began experiencing erections. I didn't know why I was getting them or what they were for, but I tried my best to ignore them. One day in school a group of guys were talking about having "wet dreams." I knew nothing of what they talked about, but from what I was listening to, I thought it was something bad and that my mother wouldn't like it if my sheets were sticky when she went to wash them.

I grew up in the bush in Australia. We lived in a scattered community. The one-teacher school, with a couple of dozen kids, was in a village a couple of miles away, so we had to walk to and from school though the bush. I was 7 years old and in 3rd grade, but we all played together with boys in the upper grades. One afternoon I set off to walk home after school and was joined by three 9- and 10-year-olds. They told me that they wanted to show me something. We stopped at a picnic spot on the edge of the bush.

Sex for me began innocently enough. Starting at age 12, I enjoyed lying on my bed in pajamas, on my belly, rocking forward and back, because it made my penis feel good. If I did that long enough, for just a moment I would feel very good all over my body, like I was flying, and there'd be a little "jump" deep inside me. I had never heard of masturbation, didn't suppose that any observer would guess that my penis was being stimulated, and did it openly, whenever I wanted, even if other family members were present.

My penis and I are close friends and trusted companions. We have traveled the world together and indulged in ecstatic pleasures for more than 6 decades. I became aware of him as a secret source of enjoyment when I was 6. Not long after that, I remember sitting up in a tree with my sister and her friends talking about forbidden parts of our bodies. I can still revive the sensation in my penis as we probed imaginatively into the intriguing unknown.

Sexually, I always remember being at least "inquisitive," even as young as 4 years. I can only remember a few specific instances during the pre-school and elementary school years where either my curiosity got the best of me or I would somehow wind up concentrating on the good feelings my genitals would give me. The natural curiosity of young boys growing up — where most would at least play the "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" game — happened as often as I could get the other neighborhood boys to play, which was not very often.

It's Thursday morning and I'm awakened by that slightly nagging feeling one gets when the call of nature beckons. Only 4 o'clock, and as late as I retired the night before, I had been hoping for a little more sleep. I try to return to this strangely comical dream I was having, but no luck. Call of nature gets more insistent, so I hop out of bed and head for the bathroom. Back in bed again I'm ready for another 40 winks. Except for whatever trigger sets off in my brain that "dicky boy" was getting ready for some action! I know from long experience this was a call I couldn't just ignore.

I don't know at what age I discovered that my penis had some possibilities beyond peeing. But by the time I was 9 or 10, I became acutely conscious of it growing stiff, and that it felt good when it did. Part of that growing awareness combined with an increasing love of nudity. That of course met with disapproval, and I began having private nudity and fondling sessions with myself by the time I was 9 or 10.

It has been a real pleasure for me to read many of the stories on JackinWorld where guys like me have recalled the joys of masturbation from pre-puberty to the present. My story is and has been filled with satisfying memories of masturbation.

I grew up in a Southern family that was extremely religious. We never talked about sex, alcohol, or bodily functions. Our home was almost puritanical; I never saw my dad or brothers naked. I'm sure that my mother was actually afraid of sex; my dad never spoke of it, although I think he had a very strong libido, so he was probably hugely frustrated most of the time. (In mid-life he left my mother to have a torrid affair with another woman.) I began to have sexual fantasies around age 10, although I didn't realize that's what they were.

I'm a 46-year-old white male who lives in California. Although I had been playing with my penis since before I could remember, I masturbated to orgasm for the first time one night the summer when I was 11. I remember the usual familiar pleasant feelings, but suddenly, for the first time, as I stroked myself, it began to feel better, then much better, then much much better — and then my first orgasm slammed through me and several jets of sperm squirted out of me, all over my pajamas. Being so young, I'd had absolutely no sex education and had no idea what had just happened to me.