The first time that I recall masturbating was when I was about 4 years old. We were visiting with friends and I was sent upstairs to take a bath since it was nearly bedtime. I finished my bath and let the water run out. I noticed that I had an erection, which meant nothing to me at the time. But I put my hand on it and liked the sensation. I am uncircumcised, so I started examining my foreskin. I discovered it felt good when I pulled it back, so I started moving it back and forth. I guess I must have been so caught up in the moment and the pleasure that I kept on doing it for a long time.
I'm a 25-year-old average guy. I have been masturbating for more than half my life (can it be that long?). I'm still a virgin, believe it or not, and plan on staying that way until I'm married. I would say I'm mostly straight, although I enjoy looking at other men. I'm fascinated by the human body — male and female — and can spend hours looking at it. I enjoy spending time naked, especially in the presence of someone else if they don't mind. I love skinny-dipping and tanning in the nude.
I am 20 years old, and although my road down the beginning of life's sexual path isn't as exciting as some other people's, I still have an interesting story to tell. My story begins when I was about 10 years old. I believe I had just started middle school and had our first health class (a.k.a. sex ed). At the time I wished I had paid more attention in that class, because one day one of my soccer teammates (a friend about 11 years old) asked if I had ever ejaculated. I stood there trying to think — first, what "ejaculate" meant, and second, if I had ever done it.
I'm writing this at the end of a 4-year relationship, one that was quite fulfilling on many levels: emotionally and spiritually as well as physically. It's amazing how sharing physical intimacy can bind people together in ways words won't describe. My partner and I enjoyed each other's bodies quite a bit — whether through full-fledged intercourse or just masturbating face-to-face, watching each other's enjoyment grow, seeing what we do to pleasure ourselves. My definition of sex is pretty wide, so everything counts — including just watching what someone else does with their hands.
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.
I am a 19-year-old male, and I have never tried to write one of these biographies — so please excuse me if it seems dry.
I have been masturbating since I was about 8 years old and have enjoyed EVERY moment of it! It all started when my family decided to move to a small town just outside of Orlando. It kind of scared me to be in a new town. When we arrived in my new neighborhood I was kind of relieved to see there were actually some kids that were my age.