Where I live, sex education is very lacking. They only tell you the raw basics: Man and woman get together, and sperm is transferred from male to female (somehow), and that's basically it. Nothing about how the whole erection thing happens, nothing about pleasuring yourself, or anything remotely close.
I distinctly remember the first time I masturbated — it was after reading a book about puberty when I was 12. I was lying in bed and I had an erection. I didn't know about masturbation yet, but I did know about things like oral sex. For some reason, I thought, "I wonder what it feels like..." and tried, unsuccessfully, to get my penis into my mouth. Instead, I put saliva in my hand and put it on my erection — I thought of it as a simulation of my mouth.
My masturbation career has been short, so far at least, but it has been very, very good. I guess there's just something about masturbation that once you start you can't stop, and no matter how many times you do it, it still feels good.
My nearly 9 years of masturbation have been plagued with misinformation. I keenly recall one of my early experiences: I was watching Saturday Night Live, and Dr. Joycelyn Elders was being portrayed, just after all the hoopla over her now-infamous remarks. At that time, I had just turned 12 and had been getting erections for some time, but was still uncertain exactly what they were good for other than embarrassment. Speaking with my parents on anything sex-related was, and still is, difficult.
To begin with, I am a 16-year-old male, so I haven't got much to tell. I'm sure my parents must know I masturbate, because they joke around with me about masturbation and the myths and call me names, and I think it's a good thing they know. I'm sure my dad, uncles, and male cousins have masturbated before. So I feel no shame, embarrassment, or guilt in masturbating.
I've always been a person who thinks too much and concentrates too hard. This can become vexing, because you can never relax. I would build up huge amounts of stress. Seeing as I was the oldest of three brothers and had only an older sister, I had no way of stumbling across pornography or talking to a sibling about masturbation.
It all started in 2nd grade, at around age 9. Somehow, I got a hold of two "Dizzy Drollers," as they were called — cute little psychedelic-colored pens, which an ordinary kid would have used to draw jaggy red or blue lines on a piece of paper. In retrospect, the small vibrating phallic-shaped "pens" could be easily called and sold as vibrators, if it weren't for the coloring tip (which was removable, by the way). It didn't take me long to get bored by the seemingly random lines it created, so I started looking for other ways to use it.
I can remember my first time exactly. It was June 7, 1997. It was finals week at my junior high, and each day of that week was a half day, so I was home early. I decided to get online to see what was going on. The strange thing was I had seen some movies that used masturbation humor. I felt obligated to laugh when I heard these jokes, since everyone else around me was laughing. Quite frankly, though, I had no idea what masturbation was, and I had no idea why everyone thought it was so funny. I got on a search engine, typed in "masturbation," and off I went.
I remember the first time a friend showed me how the masturbate. We were camping out in my backyard, and my friend asked me if my penis ever got hard, and if so, did I rub it until it felt like my brain was about to explode and a milky-white substance came shooting out of my member? I told him it got hard but I had never rubbed it. I was 10 and still had some learning to do, obviously. He showed me how to wrap my hand around my penis and stroke it up and down. WOW! That felt great. When it came time, I got up and stuck my member out of the tent.
Although I am only 14, I pride myself in my long and fruitful masturbation life. I first discovered masturbation when I was only 10. Bracing my penis on my stomach, I used to do it by taking my index and middle finger and rubbing vigorously until I orgasmed. (Of course, nothing came out.) When I discovered the cool feeling that resulted, I rushed to tell all my friends how to do it. They went home and tried it, and all came back to 4th grade thanking me deeply. In 4th grade, I kept up the habit a solid 3 times a day.