About 6 years ago, at the age of 12, I discovered the many joys of masturbation. It was a regular night, and I retired to the bathroom to take a bath before I went to bed. I liked to take long baths; sometimes I would even read in the bathtub, but most of the time I just relaxed and let my mind wander. I retracted my foreskin, as my father had instructed, to wash my penis and prevent infection. This time the feeling I had was unlike any other — somewhere between an unscratchable itch and a pleasant tickle. I continued to do this, and the odd sensation became stronger, and more pleasurable.
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.
I am unable to remember when my penis first revealed its abilities to me. Masturbation was something I was born with — just as many children are born with a thumb-sucking habit, I was born with a penis-rubbing habit. As a toddler, the dreaded "naptime" was always a pleasure session. However, because I began masturbating before I ever had any idea of its significance, I did not masturbate in the traditional style.
I've masturbated almost as long as I can remember. I am now 30 years old. As a small child before I went to school, I remember getting behind a chair in the living room and playing with my erect penis. It just felt so good to rub it with my hands. I don't ever recall having dry orgasms, but I did enjoy it — although I had no idea what I was doing! There were lots of girls in my neighborhood. I vividly remember a number of occasions before second grade where I would hide away with one of the neighbor girls, and we would show each other our genitals.
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.
Masturbation has been an important part of my life since I was a small child. Now I am a happily married husband and father of 3 great kids. I have a normal sex life with my wife, but I still cherish my love life with myself through masturbation — usually once a day, but sometimes twice. I also cherish the memories of my masturbation experiences through the years.
I discovered this wonderful aspect of human life when I was 13. How I discovered it is quite a long story, perhaps similar to others' experiences.
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.
I guess have been getting erections all my life — well, at least from as far back as I can remember. I was 8 or 9 when I first started wanking (Yep, I'm an Aussie!) to dry orgasms...of course I didn't know what was happening back then, but these dry orgasms weren't really all that orgasmic. Instead they'd make my penis so sensitive it would send shivers down my spine when I only touched it. No throbs, no jerks, nothing — just an over-sensitive penis all of a sudden after 5 or 10 minutes!
My earliest sexual memories were when I was 3. I recall sitting under the clothesline stoop fondling myself. Some time after that recollection, another boy and I were exposing ourselves to a girl. Then we came up with the idea to put each other's penises in our mouths. What a novel idea for two 3-year-olds. I didn't last long, as his tasted oily, but he didn't seem to have a problem sucking on mine. However, the girl told her mother of what had happened, and she in turn told my mother in front of me. I was so distressed — but my mom never scolded or punished me. What a great mom.