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Hello fellow masturbators. My name is Jason, and I live in the Bible Belt of the South. I first started masturbating when I was 13 and didn't understand what was happening. Sex isn't something my family mentions, much less rubbing your own penis. I'd had a good day at school, so after I took my shower that night, I lay down on the bed and started rubbing a pillow across my penis. I had been having erections for some time, but nothing like I was about to feel. I suddenly ejaculated and thought I had done something horrible and that I was about to die.

When I was growing up, in the early 1960s, no one talked about masturbation — at least not that I was aware of. I had no older brothers, older cousins, or even older friends to put me wise. I attended a small country school, where unless you were a jock you did not even participate in the kind of athletics that required daily showers at school. So I was isolated from "man talk." No wonder I didn't learn to stroke it until I was about 14.

I guess I started entering puberty at age 11. That's when I first noticed I was getting hairs on my scrotum. I've heard guys tell how they remember getting their first erection when they were entering puberty, but I don't understand that. I've always gotten erections my entire life, even when I was a small child. I always thought it was just normal for my penis to be hard half the time, and that's just the way it was — no big deal. I was in the 6th grade when I finally realized the connection between sex and a hard penis.

The first sexual thing I can remember happened at about age 9. I had left my bed, probably to get a glass of water, and on my way to the kitchen I saw that the lounge-room light was on. I went down the hall, and at the door I saw my father lying on the couch with his clothing pushed down to his knees and up to his chest. My mother was kneeling down beside the couch with my father's penis in her mouth. I watched for only 5 or 10 seconds before my mother realized I was there and sprang up, alerting my father, who also sprang up and started to adjust his clothing.

I don't remember exactly how old I was when I first started masturbating. I guess I was around 12 or 13 (I am 19 now). I had talked about masturbation at school; my friends asked if I had ever tried it, and that question encouraged me to experiment for the very first time. Whenever I've read or heard other people's accounts of their first time masturbating, the tale inevitably ends with them enjoying this incredible feeling of orgasm. It was a little different for me. I remember my first time well: It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was fairly bored.

I first remember masturbating when I was about 7. I'm sure I was doing it before then, but that is my earliest memory of doing it. I would put my hand in my underpants and, holding my hand flat, move my soft penis up and down. The rubbing of my hand and of my penis head on my cotton underwear felt fantastic, and if I was lucky I would reach a sort-of orgasm before I got too much of an erection for my technique to work. Of course, I didn't use those words — "boner" was what my best friend and I called an erection, and orgasm was just some final, great, nameless feeling.

Ever since I was in elementary school, I have felt physically advanced for my age. I was always the tallest in my grade, and when the time came, I could see I was the first to be going through puberty. I actually felt proud of this "accomplishment." I noticed pubic hair developing about the time I was in the 4th grade (age 10), and by the next year I had a much deeper voice than any of my peers. By the time I was about 13, my body was pretty much covered with hair, just as it is today (I am currently 19 years old). But perhaps that is a story for a different Web site.

My first masturbation session was probably at age 15 and a half (yes, I know it's late), in the bathroom during the school holidays. I had read a section on masturbation in a book my parents had bought, and I was trying out the technique. Nothing seemed to happen, but it felt good, so I continued. After about 10 minutes my body was wracked with an incredibly powerful orgasm, causing me to cry out involuntarily. (Fortunately, nobody else was home.). My ejaculation was feeble — a tiny droplet of clear liquid appeared at the end of my penis.

It seems like yesterday, but actually it was years ago. I was in 5th grade, and a classmate of mine and another guy and myself were walking around the baseball field at recess far from everyone else. My friend asked us, "You guys ever beat your meat?" I had no idea what he was talking about. I just looked at him and said, "Huh?" He said, "You know, play with your d*ck." My friend and I said no, and he went on to explain how to do it. He said you go into the bathroom and get into the shower, take a shower as usual do, and then you take the soap and rub it in your hands until they are white.

At age 10 I liked to take off all my clothes and make up imaginary stories, fake video games, if you will, that would involve unexplainable acts of "self torture" (nothing painful) and a variety of different places to sit while nude. This went on for a few months. I then discovered that my penis was craving to be touched while I did these acts. I did so starting at about the age of 10 1/2, but didn't do much more. The touch felt good, but I knew a small part was missing.