It seems that a few chance events in my early life have shaped my sexual life. At age 10 a new boy moved into our school from out of state. He knew all the bad words and strange activities that the rest of hadn't even dreamed about. He became a good friend to me. I was happy to have him as a friend because he knew how to have a good time and had lots of fun ideas. At first we had a good time playing ball, hanging out, and talking. One day he asked me about a neighbor girl that I played with quite a bit.
I grew up in a cool family. I'm the eldest in our only-boys family, and that the fact that we have no sisters makes us aware that we have nothing to hide from each other — we all have penises, and we know for a fact that we all masturbate. That's probably why we give each other enough privacy to do whatever we want to do.
This is a shameless account of the masturbatory experiences of a man who has masturbated regularly since he was 14 and who now, as he approaches 60, considers masturbation to be one of the most enjoyable sexual experiences of all and an art in its own right.
Since I am in my early 80s my masturbation history, while long and eventful, is to my profound regret no more.
As a young boy I was always interested in things sexual. There was nothing said about sexual things in my household, as both my parents were rather Victorian in their beliefs and attitudes concerning sex. Most of my cousins with which I had contact were girls and were equally interested in my equipment. We often played "doctor" and "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I remember their handling my penis and scrotum and sometimes even touching my anus at times. This was exciting and pleasurable. I in turn felt them and inserted my fingers into their small vaginal passages.
I am 54 years old. As best as I can remember, I started masturbating at age 12. My father had told me that masturbating would cause insanity and/or blindness. I had been introduced to sex around that time by my cousins who were near my age. I remember how good it felt entering a woman and how hard my penis was. My first ejaculation was a surprise. My female cousin stopped having intercourse with me and her brother, and I wanted that feeling of ejaculation again. After that, it seems I was always playing with myself.
I was raised in a Catholic house -- but that didn't stop me from discovering this wonder of nature!