How did you discover the delights of Masturbation? - Your Stories:


Mike's Story:

I discovered masturbation when I was about twelve, I was at my friends house and he was a little older and had told me it felt good and so he taught me what to do. We used to sit in his bedroom and just be half naked in front of each other and play with our penises.

Shortly after starting secondary school though I became very self conscious and wouldn’t be naked in front of anyone ever. My penis is a grower and I didn’t know that was a thing at the time; all I remember was getting changed for PE and having the tiniest (soft) penis of anyone there.

Masturbation has always been a way for me to enjoy my body even though I was embarrassed about ever meeting anyone else see it. Of recent years however I’ve done a lot to build my confidence in all aspects of my life and have become much more comfortable in my sexuality and being naked and recognising that both things can be very pleasurable and don’t always have to come together.


Rose's story - a bit of Masturbation Discovery and First Experiences

The story begins when I was 12 yers old and my parents split up. Actually, my father buggered off never to be seen again! My Mum was nothing less than brilliant in caring for my older brother, my younger sister and me. She could not afford for us to stay in the family home, and found us a tiny cottage in the country, a couple of miles from our former home.

There were only two bedrooms - a double and a twin. The original plan was that she would share the twin with my brother John (14), while sister Jennie (9) and I would share the double room (and bed). The problem was that Jennie was an incredibly restless sleeper, and would wriggle and fidget all night long, frequently kicking or hitting me in her sleep. She was sleeping well, but I wasn't.

Within a few days, I was falling asleep in class, resulting in Mum getting a terse note from school. Something had to be done! That somethIng was that Jennie would have the single bed in Mum's room, while John and I would have to share the double bed. I wasn't keen on the idea, but there was no other option.

Before the new arrangement was put in place, Mum set out the ground rules. I was to go to bed first at my normal time, to be followed by John 30 minutes later. He was to undress in the bathroom and get into bed without disturbing me. She added that there was to be no funny business, without specifying what the "funny business" might be.

For the first few nights, it all happened as it was supposed to, but come the weekend, everything changed. When John came to bed, he woke me, then dropped his pyjama trousers to show me his penis. Of course I had seen him nude many times before, but not for a couple of years, and never withn the erection he now had. It seemed huge at the time, but with hindsight and experience (lots of it!) it wasn't that big at all - probably no more than four inches. He was waving it around and I called him a dirty and disgusting creep. I turned my back on him and eventually he gave up and got into bed. 

The following night the same thing happened, but this time he wanted me to feel how hard he was. I told him I could see, so I didn't need to feel. His response was to grab my hand and guide it to his cock. He was hurting my wrist and said he would let go only when I felt him. I had no choice. I pretended to be angry, but secretly I was tintrigued by how his little pink sausage had become so big and hard.

His next move was to come into our bedroom while I was lying on the bed, reading. Mum had had to go out, he said, and he wanted to show me something. He stripped off and climbed on to the bed, erect as usual. He then began to rub his penis until he started twitching and grunting until some fluid squirted out. I was shocked, disgusted and fascinated by what had happened. "That's wanking," he said. "All boys do it."

"Then you are all dirty and disgusting," I said.

From that point, the nightly routine was for him to turn the light on, wake me and then masturbate beside me. I tried not to look, but could not help myself.

Inevitably, one night he said he wanted me to do it for him. Of course I refused, but he said that if I didn't he would tell Mum I had been smoking (It was true, I had). There was no choice, so I took hold of his penis and rather clumsily made him cum. Far from being shocked at myself, I found I had actually enjoyed masturbatiing him and immediately realised I had a bargaining tool and some power over him. 

Soon I was masturbating him at least once a day in return for him doing my household chores, helping me with my homework and giving me a cut of his pocket money. Occasionally he would have a friend with him and I would masturbate both them for an enhanced fee - living off immoral earnings at an early age!

While all that had been going on, we had been introduced to "Uncle Maurice" who had become a frequent visitor. Strangely, nonne of us had any previous recollection of an Uncle Maurice, but Mum seemed happier and he was a nice man too. 

Before long, Mum announced that we were all going to live with "Uncle Maurice". He had a big house and she was going to be his housekeeper. The house was big enough for us all to have a separate room which put paid to my adventures with John. He began to have girlfriends anyway.

I missed the bedtime fun I had become used to, and turned my attention to myself having been introduced to the pleasures of girls' masturbation by a school friend.

Since then, one of my greatest pleasures has been masturbation in all its forms. There is nothing I love more than to see a man with an erection on the beach that I go to, and if he is bold enough to masturbate, then so much the better. Often I will masturbate myself at the same time. Lovely!

And I have been married twice and have masturbated my way through both marriages.

A footnote to all this is that Mum and Uncle Maurice eventually marrried, and when he left school, John went to work for Maurice. He did very well for himself, growing the business which Maurice handed over to him when he retired.

John has shared his good fortune with Jennie and me over the years and we have remained close. When John had his 60th birthday, I asked him what I could give him as a present to mark such a significant event. He thought for a minute, and then said "You remember when we were kids, you used to wank me off? Well........"

I was shocked at first, but then thought "Why not?" And so I did. it was fun and we had a good laugh about it. He now wants a repeat for his 70th in a few years........


Nick's story, again a bit of Masturbation Discovery and First Experiences

I think I discovered and learnt about masturbation the same way as most young teen-agers in the early 80s did by talking to mates ,watching  porn videos and looking porn mags.... No porn hub on your phone back then! 

My mate Steve, his dad ( I now know it was probably both of his parents now , but at the time...) had a massive collection of both and after school before his parents got home, we would go round his house and watch and looking at them. I can't remember how old I was but one day I ask Steve if a could take a certain mag home with me because the pictures in it of a woman stripping out of 18th century underwear for some reason really made my cock mega hard, my balls tinkle and my scrotum go all tight .......yeah, I know...Lol..??

I raced home and it all just happened very naturally really, I hadn't tried to wanked or come before, just went into my bed room took all my clothes off, looked at the pictures,  gripped my cock and rubbed up and down it. It wasn't long before I felt an amazing feeling in my balls, my legs went weak and that amazing feeling start to rise up through my cock and then wave after wave of total pleasure hit me as my come pumped out of steel hard dick. I was surprised by how much I produced and how far it had flown out over my bedroom carpet. It felt so so good I just carried on looking at the pictures and pulling on my cock until it all happened again! 

Next day round at Steve's he asked which woman I had wanked over, I showed him the pictures and he showed me pictures he had wanked over . He then asked should we wank over them now?  I said on yes. ... So, we spread mags out and both dropped our jeans and pants and started to wank in front of each other.  Steve cock was massive, not really long, but he did have a good 2 inches on me but it was how thick it was, don't think I have ever seen a cock that thick ever again his hand wouldn't go completely around it. We both had been circumcised though at the time I didn't really think about that.... It was just brilliant looking at porn then looking at his cock and him looking at my cock,  needless to say we didn't last long, I can't remember who came first, but do remember Steve's come just dribble out of eye of his massive purple gland and believe me it was massive, a girl by the name of Tracy would later suck me off but refused to suck Steve off because of how fucking big he was, think she was worried about choking! He did produce a fair amount of come but it just didn't fly out like mine did or in the same amount.... in fact, Steve said he was impressed how much and far mine flow out. I found out later that although my penis and balls are of average size, 5.5 to 6 inches on a good day! And how does one measure balls, know mine fit very nicely into women's hands!! I do come with more power than the average,  in fact one girlfriend said if only my cock and balls had been a bigger, I would have done well in porn. 

It was a few years later that something happened that cemented my love of masturbating in front of someone. 
Next door to my parents' house lived a couple in their early 30s I would say, Sue, the neighbour had a wonderful figure, slim with long legs, tight lovely shaped bum and 36DD boobs, not that I had noticed her....
Well one summers day, like most 17-year-olds I did get up till about midday and as I opened the curtains a little, I saw Sue lying on a sun lounger in her back garden in one of those 80s hi cut bikinis, my god my cock instantly rock hard, so I grabbed some lube and start to wank like mad while on spying on Sue. Within a short time, my rooms radiator, curtains and window sill were covered in contents of my balls! 

The next day I woke up hoping Sue would be in her garden again and to my joy she was. This time she was lying on sun lounger again but seemed to be taking a very long-time rubbing sun cream on to her body especially your boobs and inner thighs....,  God my cock was so so hard again, pre cum was dripping down on to the floor,  I hardly touch my cock before it felt like my gland exploded!  Just after I had come, she sat up and took her bikini top off,  and what a gorgeous pair of tits, they didn't sag at all she had large dark areola and nipples the size of 9 mm bullets , there was no way my cock was going to go soft seeing those puppies! 

Then she slipped her hand down to her bikini bottoms and pulled them to one side exposing the start of her pubic mound of hair and also the most amazing vulva and labia lips and then started to rub her fingers between them....omg I cupped my balls and pumped and pumped at my dick until it was sore,  there was come everywhere!  She oddly seemed to cover herself up short after I finished wanking myself blind. Later she told me she had had to go in and fuck her mental with an artificial dick because she was so turned-on that I was watching her bashing my bollocks over her. 

Needless to say, the good weather didn't last and seemed to rain for weeks but the next sunny day I was in the garden, been forced by my parents to mow the lawn when I heard Sue call my name, I said hi and she shouted over would I mind coming around and moving some heavy plant pots for her?  Of course, I was round there like a shot. Sue was wearing her bikini top and a pair of long shorts, she pointed at the pots and pointed to where she wanted, they moved too. As I started to move them, she asked if I had liked the view the other day?  I went bright red and said nothing, then asked if I had had a nice wank?  I didn't know what to say or do!!!  She continued, she said she had seen me looking at and could tell by how the curtain moving that I was obviously masturbating over her. I started cough and sputter,  but then said that she found it a complement that a young lad like me would want to wank over an old woman like her!  I said I thought she was gorgeous and had a wonderful body,  she replied oh do I??  And then she casually took her bikini top off, and said she would like to see me prove I found her gorgeous by wanking over her..... With that she moved over to me and undid my jeans and in one quick movement she pulled both my jeans and pants down, my stiff cock sprang up pointing skywards and balls all hard and up against my body in their tight sag.... Sue lay back on the sun lounger ,removed her shorts to reveal tiny bikini bottoms then told me to stand by her waist and to wank my nice stiff cock , I didn't need asking twice! But after a couple of pulls I knew I was about to come , just about managed to say sorry and I that would be able to come again with a little help before first spasms of my climax started. I think she said oh yes come all over my tits,  but was gone in wave of pleasure.  The first pulse of my come missed her tits and hit her shoulder and lounger, second splattered onto her chest and throat,  third soaked her left tit, as my load started to lesson it pumped onto her other breast and nipple... She then started to laugh and said fuck you can make a mess! I just stood there shaking! 

After that she sat up and removed her bikini bottoms, this being in the 80s she had a pussy covered in dark thick hair, trimmed so she had no spider legs sticking out of her bikini, but still very hairy by today's standards... But God at that time it was an amazing turn on to see. Then she took some of my come off her tits and started to masturbate herself use my come as lube,  she then said " is that the kind of help I needed ?" I had never seen anything like that and my knob stood straight to attention, she looked at it and laughed and said yeah, she thought that would do the trick. 

She told me to kneel between her legs and to start wanking my cock again, and to play with my balls also this time, which I was only happy to too. She stared at my cock very intensely then her breathing went odd and she start to shake and thrust her hips violently, I didn't know it at the time but she was having an orgasm. 
By the time she had stopped coming I was about to, and for some unknown reason I asked her if it was, OK?  She said no, she hadn't felt my cock and balls and would like too. So, I let go of my knob straight way and she leaned forward and gently squeeze my balls and wrapped her other hand round my throbbing,  twitching cock,  she didn't move her hand, just gripped me and said how very very hard it was and now nice my balls felt, and then she let go,  laid back and said I was to paint her pussy with my come...

Two pumps on my by now very painfully hard Dick and she got her wish, well needless to say first rope off my come missed her cunt and landed well and truly between her gorgeous tits, next was on her tummy, third rope hosed her pubes down wonderfully and the remaining dribbles went nicely over the lips of her pussy. 

Not many weeks after that day, Sue's house went up for sale and I never got to see her alone again before they moved. But I'm now left with I life time love of being watched wanking. 
  


Tom's Schooldays Stories:

I wrote to Peter after reading Martin's and Charlie's story of how they discovered masturbation, to see if we could comment, or rate the stories. Both of them remind me of how I discovered masturbation; alone or with another boy. There are so many similar stories on Peter's pages, that it seems many of us were introduced to masturbation at an early age and have enjoyed the pleasure ever since.

My father died when I was nearly six, leaving my mother to raise me alone. Life was fairly chaotic, so I was often left to my own devices. Clothing wasn't that important around the house; whatever we wore depended on the weather, or how much time there was. It wasn't unusual for us to be naked together, especially in the mornings when she was trying to get to work and me to school. In the holidays I didn't even bother to dress if it was too warm; if I went out it was usually in shorts, tee-shirt and pumps. I'd often be with her as she dressed, or we'd bath together to catch up.

At primary school I had a few friends, but the one I went about with most was Andy. We had a secret spot in the overgrown garden of an old abandoned house. When it was hot, we played naked, building a camp on a desert island, or hunting each other. I developed faster than Andy, although he always seemed to be the leader when we played doctors, which was fine by me. Feeling his hands examining me for some made up illness was amazing and eventually I started to get erections much to Andy's amusement.

If my mother was working, I'd stay over at Andy's. His mother was a nurse, working mostly nightshifts, which meant Andy's dad would look after us. He'd bath us and put us to bed more often than not. If it was hot, Andy and I would be naked together in a single bed, which was very cosy to say the least and I'd often become erect as we snuggled up together; I also started getting erections when his dad washed us, or we went swimming; truthfully, it was almost all the time. His dad was great and explained what was happening and that it was all part of growing up.

When I was around ten, I started to leak pre-cum when I had an erection. I had no idea what it was, but it led to Andy and me rowing one night in bed, which woke his dad. Andy was convinced I'd wet the bed and wouldn't let me sleep with him; so, there was no alternative and I ended up in his dad's bed. Our relationship had always been affectionate, so it seemed perfectly normal. From then on, I'd sleep with his dad in the big bed, which was far more comfortable to be honest. He replaced my dad completely and I learnt a great deal from him over the next couple of years.

At eleven I won a scholarship to a small boarding school, which helped my mum and solved the problem of who looked after me during school time and it meant she could have some sort of social life as well. The first term was an eye-opener. There were naked boys from eleven to sixteen everywhere. In the showers, at bath time and in the dormitories. In the morning we would bundle our clothes together and go down to shower naked, then dress and go into breakfast. If it was your turn for a bath, three or four would bath in one of the bathrooms and there would always be someone who'd share with you to enjoy the company and the extra bath.

Masturbation and having a penis my mouth was something I had already discovered and I wasn't shy about openly masturbating, or helping others discover the pleasure. There wasn't fagging, but the older boys had their favourites among the younger boys and the rest of us were left to our own devices. I'm sure the masters knew what was happening, but they never interfered, or took advantage of the boys. But the amazing thing was that no one was ever left out, force to do anything against their will, or bullied.

The only adult who did get involved with some of the boys was the visiting piano teacher. He thought he was seducing us, but often it was the other way around. He visited a couple of times a week and like to give his special pupils extra lessons. I took piano lessons for a couple of years, but I don't think I ever got past scales. The music room was in the stables, quite a way from the main house, so we were never disturbed. It was a great experience and I have never regretted, felt guilt or shame as a result of my additional education. I left at sixteen to do A levels at the local college, which wasn't the same. Home was fun, but my mum became seriously Ill and died when I was in my late teens. I look back on those days with great affection and wonder why we can't be more open in our enjoyment of the physical pleasures life offers us.


Charlie's story - not quite how he first discovered masturbation, but more 'life at a boarding school'!

When I was a teenager I was at boarding school. There was a very active sexual culture at that school. When I had gone at age 13 I thought I was the only person who wanked, and felt very awkward and shy about it.

I found the older boys of seventeen and eighteen very beautiful and arousing. But actually, there were very attractive lads of all ages. There was nudity in the washrooms for the dormitories, and for the house changing rooms downstairs. There were communal baths upstairs and communal baths downstairs. So one got used to seeing all the fifty or so lads of 13-18 that one lived with naked morning, noon and night. After games was a great time for sitting around naked in the changing rooms gossiping and watching everyone else showering after games. There would often be an erection or two to admire.

In my year group were two lads who had been to prep school together. They shared a study, and above the door had constructed (as had many others) a platform, like a bed, with a ladder up to it.

One afternoon I was visiting them and the three of us were on the bed, me at one end and them at the other. We were chatting about prep school and they told me how they had wanked together. I was starting to get very aroused, when I felt the besocked foot of the taller one rubbing my crotch. I reciprocated, and the the shorter one leant over and started to rub me while opening my trousers. I was powerless to resist. Before long we were naked and they were wanking me off.

I think it was only a day or two later when they told me about a teacher they called 'blowjob Jem' who used to suck off little boys at their prep school. They offered to show me. They gave me demonstration on each other first, then both together came and licked and sucked till I came. It didn't take long

We were all part of a dormitory where everyone had their own bed in a curtained partition. Before long I realised that after lights out there was a great deal of surreptitious traffic going on. I got used to naked visitors slipping in to my partition to wank me or suck me, and, on my own part, I began to make exploratory visits to the beds of the boys I fancied. I wasn't always lucky, but I came to know quite a group of lads my age who loved nudity and wanking and sucking. I came to love receiving jets of spunk which I always swallowed.

The first lad who had wanked me had a foreskin that did not retract. I now know it was phimosis. I have often wondered if he had a circumcision. Another, a lad with brilliant red hair and ginger pubes was the only circumcised boy in the house. He and I had a lot of fun in the afternoons through the years, often enjoying long 69 sessions. One summer when we were 16 or so we were watching Wimbledon. I was stood leaning against the back of an easy chair when he came up behind me and hugged me from behind.

I was aware of his erection pressing into my bum crack, and then felt his hand slide into my trousers to grip my very erect cock. We disappeared out of the TV room and went onto his study bed for a most passionate session of licking and mutual sucking. Suddenly he learnt forward and started to lock my freshly showered hole. I was overcome with desire for him and did the same. Once our holes were wet and ready we fingered each other as we sucked each other off. I think we both came twice that afternoon.

There was a lot of sex to be had. Not just in my house, but in the sports facilities, and in other boys' houses. I found the holidays a bit of a desert, and loved getting back to school and the fun. It was a rare day when I didn't have the chance to share my body with another keen and lusty teenager.

When I was fifteen I was wanking so much that I tore my frenulum. I wiped up the blood, but didn't take much notice of it otherwise and it soon healed up. But not long afterwards I was having a wankathon with a friend (how many times in 24 hours - I can't remember who won. We drank most of each other's cum) and the next day my red raw foreskin developed a lump.

I have had this ever since. It is in my foreskin, a small cyst. It affects urination, and is a bit prominent and unsightly when I have an erection.

I have always hated it, but when younger felt I was saddled with through my own fault. But now, fifty years on I have finally gone to the doctor to see about getting it removed. He suggested a circumcision, but I don't want this, so he said it would be quite simple to remove it and leave my foreskin intact. So that is what I am going to have done.

But coming to that decision has reminded me of some extraordinarily horny and free teenage times. I went firmly into the closet at 17, and I never discovered that freedom and delight in gay sex until thirty-three years later. But that is another story!


Martin's Moment of Discovery

I was 12 and my senior school was an all boys technical school in SE London. One day while in the toilet one of my classmates came in and we got chatting and he said to me "How far can you shoot"? I said I didn't know, basically WTF is he talking about lol, then he said "You do masturbate, you know to wank don't you"? and I said yes and he left.

It was a Thursday and my friend Kieran's parents were going away to a big family anniversary and as they were leaving on Friday afternoon he wanted to know if I wanted to stop over for the weekend and I said yes.

We walked home together, took about half hour and I told him what this kid had said. Kieran looked at me and said "You do know what he means, don't you"? I stammered 'nnnot ssure'. Anyway Kieran told me what it was and I laughed out loud as I thought he was joking.

Friday was here at last and school finished for the weekend, I told Kieran that I was going home first to collect my bag of clean clothes and PJ's. My mum said hello to Kieran and gave me my bag, she asked Kieran who was looking after him and he said it was his uncle Darren, his mums brother.

We got back to Kierans and Darren had got us fish and chips for tea. Darren was about 35ish and after tea Kieran went for a shower and I went next. When I came out of the bathroom I went into Kierans bedroom to dry off and get dressed but, to my surprise Kieran still hadn't got dressed, so I quickly got dry and put on a t shirt and shorts. About 15 mins later Darren came in and me and Kieran sat on the edge of the bed and Darren sat in a chair in the corner. Darren asked if I was the friend who didn't believe what Kieran had said about masturbation, I said yes I was. Darren spent the next 10-15 minutes explaining all about 'IT' lol. I noticed that Kieran had an erection and so did I but I was dressed. Then Darren said show Martin your cock now and Kieran stood up and I could see his full erection. Darren asked if my cock was erect and I squirmed a little bit, look don't be shy said Darren and he stood up and removed his shirt I thought my cock was going to burst and then he took off his shorts and his cock just sprang up and down, WOW what an erection and he was completely smooth all over, there he said now you, so I gingerly got up and stripped off and they both looked at my erection. Darren was still standing there with his foreskin pulled back over his glans and it looked gorgeous.

Darren then proceeded to show us what wanking was by rubbing his cock, then he asked me and Kieran to take it in turns to wank him off. I felt his cock, it was awesome and I didn't want to let go of it, Kieran took over from me and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Mine and Kierans cocks were absolutely soaking wet, I took over from Kieran and with 30 secs of my wanking Darren off he shot his load all over my chest and cock, it felt wonderful. Darren then suggested that Kieran and I wank each other off, so we did. We all ended up laying on the bed feeling each other's cock and balls and I spent more time playing with Darrens than mine or Kierans. We all slept naked in the same bed that night. When I woke in the morning Darren was already up and Kieran was still asleep, so I went into the bathroom and Darren was just stepping out of the shower, as soon as he see me I could see his cock twitching and I couldn't help myself I just grabbed his cock started playing with it and for some reason I went down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth, that was the best thing I had ever had in my mouth in my 12 tender years. That weekend was the best weekend ever, we just spent all weekend naked and wanking and Darren tought us both how to suck cock. Kieran and I sucked each others cocks, but I loved sucking Darren off and I even let him come in my mouth, the taste was devine.

I just wish I could live that weekend all over again.


Dudley's School Days:

In my second year at boarding school, two weeks before the end of term, we were doing prep, supervised by a prefect about 18 years old, I was 12. Somebody let out a loud fart, I laughed and was told to report to his study afterwards.

I had a pee, as I expected to get the slipper, on summer evenings most of us only wore a T shirt and running shorts, no underwear. I knocked on his door, told to come in, close the door and turn the key. He then told me to take my clothes off, I did and stood naked, no public hair and no erection, he was wearing shorts with a hard cock, he took my hand and put it on the shaft, making me stroke it up and down. I did not know what to do, I had heard older boys talking of cock sucking, I pulled his shorts down to reveal a large uncircumcised penis, I stroked it some more then plucked up courage to put it in my mouth, I stroked his scrotum and in about two minutes he came in my mouth. Thank you he said, looked at my cock, took it in his hand and wanked me, my first organism came in his hand which he washed off. I was then allowed to dress and leave.

On the day before the final end of term, he found me having a fight with a younger boy who had annoyed me, again told to report to his study. Same again, go in, lock door, remove clothes, he had his back to me and was naked, when he turned round he had a huge erection, he was also completely shaved, this turned me on I got an instant erection, took it with my right hand with left hand stroking his balls, put in my mouth as deep as it would go, he came in about a minute shooting what felt like a massive amount of sperm down my throat. Again he wanked me, when I had come I asked him why he had shaved his body, he said it was something that he always wanted to do.

The rest of the years went by with the odd wanking session but no real involvement with anyone.

When I Left school and arrived home I shaved my body and have been smooth ever since. When I was 18 and at college, I decided to travel Europe in the summer (1960) by motorcycle, I ended up just over the border in Spain near Figueres, I found a small campsite near a beach, the beach was mixed nudist one end and clothed the other, I chose the nudist side, on my third day who should I meet but the prefect who introduced me to masturbation, he was naked with a very petite lady Sue with a nice body, both were smooth, we had a brief talk and they went on their way.

The next day I was sunning myself and Sue appeared, she put her towel down and lay beside me. She then told me that he had told her about my cock sucking, asking if I still did it, I said no as I had not had the opportunity.She then asked where I was staying, I told her my tent was about 50 yards way, she suggested that I show her. When we got there she went inside I followed, she removed her sun dress and pulled my shorts off, took my penis in her hand and put it in her mouth, then when it was hard she lay back opened her legs and told me to fuck her. Before doing so I could not resist licking her clitoris, she said no condom was required as she was on the pill. Once we had both come she got up put on here dress and said good bye. That was the only time I had sex on that trip other than masturbating.

I had been dating my future wife for about 3 months, my parents were away and she came over, she went upstairs and was some time, so I went to look for her, she was lying naked on my bed with blond pubic hair, I stripped off, when she saw my smooth body she asked if it was natural or had I shaved it off. I said it was shaved and asked if she would like me to shave her, yes and she has been smooth ever since, the sex afterwards was fantastic.

I still masturbate on a regular basis and perform oral on my wife, we both like to visit nudist beaches and are always naked in the house and garden weather permitting.


John's Growing up story..

I thought I’d add to the How I Discovered Masturbation Page - and as Peter asked, record how it developed to the present day - I’m 66 and still enjoying it 55 years later!

As a youngster, me and my friends got up to the same sort of things that I’ve already read in this section! We loved to play doctors in the tent, in the garden where we would take it in turns to be the patient or one of the doctors.... it was always a problem with our Willy ! The doctors would investigate the problem very closely examining the balls, head, shaft and foreskin (where available)... the remedy nearly always involved rubbing or (if you were lucky) sucking the not so floppy Willy ! 

Sometimes our older mates would join in - and we’d take more time playing with their bigger willies and look in wondering detail at the wisps of curly hair growing down there.... We’d take it in turns to rub or suck their cocks but I don’t remember ever seeing either Stuart or Robin actually cum - not that we knew anything about that in the early pre sex education 1960s!  

When I was 11, I went to an all boys Grammar school in the Midlands UK. After games we would all have to have a shower or if it was exam time, a communal bath in the cricket pavilion changing rooms. The whole muddy class crammed into this enormous bath - hot water, steam, noise. I was at the side, sitting on a sort of underwater step next to my friend Adrian. Suddenly with a shock I felt his hand feeling me underwater... I pushed his hand away but he persevered... My whole body was electrified as he made me erect -  I closed my eyes - breathing hard I shook as for the first time in my life I orgasmed. I don’t know if it was dry orgasm or not as it happened underwater! When I opened my eyes, to my surprise, the whole class was looking at us! It took some living down I can tell you.

Soon after, the first time I masturbated myself was during the World Cup final in 1966 - I’m not a great football fan so had to find something else to do!

I lay on my bottom bunk, played with my self to get hard then went for it. It was mind blowing but frightening too because I covered myself, my tee shirt  and sheets in cum! I had no idea what had happened or what it was and must have made a noise because a moment or two later Dad came in to see if I was ok. Luckily, I’d just pulled the covers up. He gave me a look which I think meant, I know what you’ve been up to!

Adrian and I used to walk into the spinney at the bottom of the school grounds almost every lunch time to have a wank! Either doing ourselves or taking turns to lean between these two trees that we’d found and be done by the other!

As I’ve said I went to an all boys school in the 60s and we had swimming lessons in our outdoor pool - in the nude - which is probably why I love being naked outdoors still all these years later.

To get the most use out of the pool, swimming lessons were back to back - us younger boys waiting for the 6th formers to finish theirs. The older guys were of course young men - so far more developed than us who were on the brink of puberty.

It was usual to see some of these older boys to have rock hard stiffies - they did nothing to hide them (not that they could) and were often joked at by the rest. Us first years were showing signs of arousal too! Now I wonder what the masters were thinking - although the teacher that coached the water polo team used to put a small ball down his trunks and encourage the team to retrieve it - one day he disappeared, wasn’t a teacher any more...?

Quite often, on the way to the next lesson, we’d stop off at the outdoor urinal and have jacking off competitions - who could shoot first - or highest - or furthest. Sometimes some of the 6th formers would join in!

We didn’t ever think about it as being at all gay - I’m not even sure if we knew what gay was - it was just life at the all boys school in the 60s - remember, we’d had no sex education !

A few years later, I was home alone with my slightly younger brother while our parents were away for the weekend. I felt randy, so dressed only in our bathrobes we sat watching tv. I plucked up courage and asked him if he ever masturbated - he gave me a confused look. I said, you know wanked, jerked off... his look didn’t change.

Plucking up even more courage I undid my robe showing my solid teenage hardon! Looking across I could see that his robe was tenting... I started to wank slowly and told him to try the same. Although he said so I don’t think it was his first time - I loved watching his foreskin slide up and down and over his cock - I’ve always been jealous of that as I have only a small skin...

A couple of more years pass when the family went to stay with relations in a small Devon farmhouse... small, so my brother and I not only had to share a bedroom but share a double bed too. By that time we’d both been relatively ‘successful’ with girl friends but there was something I wanted to try... So we lay there in the double bed talking about what we’d done with our girlfriends when I lied that Christine had actually sucked me off - she hadn’t... my brother was interested and so I said - with my heart beating fast - how did he fancy us trying it?

To my absolute astonishment he said - if you like! Fuck!

So we did - I offered to do him first - as I’ve said I was really jealous of his foreskin and wanted to get my lips and tongue in and around it again as we’d done playing Doctors years before... it was not a disappointment feeling him squirming and hearing him moaning as he came in my mouth...

It took him a few minutes to recover - I was panicking that he would just fall asleep - but he got out of bed; went to the bottom of the bed and then made his way under the covers licking my hairy legs as he made his way towards my cock - I shall never forget that hot wet sensation as he took me into his mouth and licked my shaft...

...It was not a disappointment - and we did more or less the same for the rest of the week. 

On our very last day at school at 18, a group of us went to the riverside pub - got rather drunk and decided to walk along the river bank on our ways home... we decided to go skinny dipping - in the dark - when we got out - I had a hardon - the guys laughed and I said that I’d deal with it - but Nigel said Let me do it for you  - so I did! I’d had a steady girlfriends since I was about 15 - and the sex was good and safe - so this episode was a bit of a novelty- but it felt nice - I was turned on by the other guys watching and wanking too - either by themselves or helping out... we ended up in a daisy chain on the river bank...

I went through college with a steady girlfriend and eventually married mid-twenties... 

One memory... on the eve of our wedding - we go to our favorite Chinese restaurant - and afterwards we stop in a forested layby... we drop back my seat to almost horizontal - I lay back and enjoyed it as she unzips, unbuttons, unclips, unfolds and I underestimated how good she was be at giving me a hand job...

We loved sex and still do... all sex... fucking of course but mutual and self masturbation while being watched or cuddled while we do it ourselves...

As our family grew up I was more comfortable with being naked than she was - our sons followed my example - and saw each other’s erections and bodily development... we would walk about in the house naked - and sometimes have breakfast like that - there was no bathroom door so I saw the way both boys were developing - both with foreskins and built like donkeys !

When he was 22, My youngest walked in on me  after his shower while I was wanking on top of our bed - he was staying with us after a breakup with his girlfriend - I’d forgotten - he watched for a couple of seconds before I saw him and then said It’s great that you still do it at your age!!!! I was 45!!!! He was obviously turned on (no towel) and said - I’ll just go and deal with this!!!!

That was great Father and Son bonding !

And that was all before the internet...

Since then I’ve found chat rooms where I can cam with other guys...

Found Peter’s site which has taught me things I wouldn’t have dreamed of... about my body and my bits most recently after reading, I discovered I had a frenulum!

Now my favourite places - apart from being inside my wonderful wife are Wanking in the shower using the power shower on my balls, naked in the garden taking selfies, in our bed just after she’s got up snuggling into the warm patch she’s left behind, walking in the dunes at the coast... as Peter described - when I’m naked too,  I naturally touch, pull and generally chub up my cock and stretch my balls - more impressive that way...

And playing with the new toys I’ve leant about on the net  a carrot or a butt plug up my bum, I love to use my muscles to push it out - or an adjustable cock ring to make my cock even harder, the veins thicker and my wanks more intense!!!!!!

Cheers Peter


How Mick discovered Masturbation:

I have always found my penis pleasurable to touch from the age of 10 and could always get some clear fluid to come out. But I had never "cum" officially.

At the age of 13 I had a cousin the same age stay with my family, The boy was my age and he stayed a few months because of a marriage break down. His sexual experience went far beyond mine.

We slept in the same bedroom and after lights out we discussed girls and sex, and began sleeping in the nude, this progressed to masturbation and we began wanking, he instructing me on best technique and showing the wonders of petroleum jelly.

During one these sessions I ejaculated a full load of semen, A moment to remember. We moved on to wanking each other and to fellatio, I am in my mid 50's now and remember those times fondly.

My cousin's father found a new job and house in another city and he moved on, I have met with him again on 2 occasions as adults and our conversation goes back to that time. We are both married with children.


Brian's first experiences:

My first outdoor nudist experience was at 14 years old running round a pitch and putt golf course at night with a friend, totally naked, for a dare. We then had a pee into the 18th hole. There were also the usual masturbatory experiences you go through at that age. 
Later when I was 16 I decided to go out in the countryside. It was a boiling hot summers day and I found a secluded spot and took my clothes off. It was wonderful feeling the warm breeze on my naked skin and I quickly got aroused. 
There was a rustling of bushes behind me and before I could cover myself up a man in his thirties or thereabouts emerged. He could see my embarrassment as I sat up to cover myself but smiled and told me not to worry as it happens to everybody. He then took his shorts and tee shirt off and lay down next to me with what looked like an enormous erection. 
"Feel that. Rock hard" he said. I was so nervous but I did and it did feel really hard. After that I relaxed and laid back because there seemed no point in hiding mine anymore. He never touched me and later got up, smiled, and left. 
I'm in my 60s now and it's just one of those things that happened. I'm quite happy if anyone else wants to get in touch with their experiences. Brian. 


Robs first experience:

I grew up in a household full of females and I have always enjoyed the female form,
The first contact I had with anyone on a physical level was from boys. The next door neighbours was a large family of boys, As kids about 8/9 we used to go for long walks exploring. One of the boys just a little younger than myself said he wanted to show me something and I had to remove my pants. As I didn't know what he was on about I did just that. As I didn't have, what I remember any pubis hair that's all there was was my naked cock and ball's which he started touching, soon after my cock was so hard it was painful. Then he grasped  the shaft with he has and started moving up and down the shaft. I thought I was going to be sick. Then I just exploded, There was Spunk all over the place.
I go to a local nudest beach when I can and just about every time I go there, someone starts  playing with my penis, and land up being milked,  usually by someones mouth which I must say is rather nice! 
My beach is not far from Pothcwal.


Rye's Masturbation Discovery

My parents were away a lot in my younger years and I remember I usually went to my relatives a lot, especially at weekends and holidays etc.
I guess I got used to it all and quite enjoyed it, especially as my Uncle, sometimes with a friend, would take me swimming most weeks and to model and steam exhibitions and even out cycling, which I think started more from about 8.
I guess I was in my young school years when things started to happen, though I don't think I really knew what was what or what to do or say etc. I don't remember anything being pushy or painful etc. I think I quite liked everything that happened!
I do remember that I had a bath, always at the end of the week and usually after a long day out at least (no showers then), we even shared baths with others I remember but we always had our hair washed in the bath before being washed with the use of a jug and I think usually my uncle did that.
I have been told I had quite a few erections from a young age, even at the most unexpected time and place but I think my uncle was quite open minded and ok with seeing my penis erect.
One thing I guess wouldn't help with getting an erection, is that I was told always to pull my foreskin right back when washing my penis or having a wee and at the time my foreskin was extremely long and never stayed pulled back, (I was later circumcised).
I think it was a friend of my uncle's that was the first to masturbate me fully in my early teens though, I remember my uncle had gone to the shops and we were in the living room when my uncles friend told me to take my shorts off, which I did, he seemed to admire me in my panties for a minute or so then told me to take them off, which I did.
He then told me to lift my top up and turn around slowly, which he seemed to enjoy!
I remember him commenting that I had a lovely little penis and starting to get aroused, which he took in one hand and started stroking whilst stroking my bottom with the other hand.
I remember the whole thing seemed quite natural and pleasing and after a few minutes I started to feel quite tingly and my legs started to turn to jelly, I had felt tingly a few times before but this seemed more intense!
My uncle's friend started to stroke faster and said I was a good boy, then my penis just let go as he pumped it fully and what seemed for ever and he told me to shoot my cum, I was doing well and he was looking forward to it
I could see a puddle of creamy white semen in the palm of his hand, which he quickly licked up but I was so exhausted I remember falling to the floor and laying on my back for a while and I guess a few minutes later I heard my uncle calling that he was back, before popping his head around the door and asking if anyone wanted a drink!
I never did find out if my uncle realised what had been going on, or if he realised I wasn't wearing any shorts and panties when he popped his head around the door but he must of noticed when he bought the drinks in!


How Jack discovered masturbation...Well I have a strong recollection of going away on a weekend camp during the time I was an Air Cadet at the age of 13.

We did several activities over the weekend but first we had to erect the tents and pair off to share them..I ended up with my school pal who had joined the cadets with me, Mick. On the first night there we sorted out sleeping bags out and we were getting ready for bed, we stripped down to our underpants and felt a bit shy, not knowing whether or not to sleep naked.

Mick turned away from me, dropped his pants and got into his sleeping bag, so I did the same. We chatted a bit about the camp etc then decided to get some sleep. After a while Mick must have thought I was asleep, I noticed a regular rythmic motion in his sleeping bag and I said "Hey Mick what are you doing?" He immediately came back with "wanking, what do you think!?" His words gave me an instant erection, "Let me see" I said and in an instant he had unzipped his bag and exposed his cock to me!

I noticed it was very veiny and had a lot of foreskin, I was fascinated! He said "let's see yours then" so I undid my sleeping bag too, he told me I had a nice one and asked me to lie next to him, it felt odd lying naked with him but very nice too. We lay facing each other and hegot hold of my cock and rubbed it up against his, what a feeling! We both came quite quickly and that was the start of my wanking days.

We repeated that sort of scenario for the remainder of the weekend and got very comfortable with each others naked bodies.

Sadly those days were never repeated, it must be 50 Years ago now, I'd love to chat to anyone with similar experiences.


Ron's Story:

Having failed my 11+ exam,I went to a boys' Private School to complete my education and was put into a small class of similar aged pupils Shortly after, a friend asked if I had seen the size of Alan's cock. Having said no he said "change seats and ask him to show you". This we did and sure enough Alan was quite happy to oblige! It turned out that he was the first to reach puberty and I was really fascinated. I asked him if I could touch it. He allowed me to fondle it and I was amazed at the size and stiffness of it. He suddenly tried to push my hand away but too late a big wet patch appeared through his trousers! I suddenly felt very guilty feeling it was wrong, I was responsible, and he would have to walk past the teacher. I think I was the next one to reach puberty and meanwhile I learnt the joys of masturbation although it was dry orgasms.


Anthony's Story:

How I discovered masturbation was by myself when I was about 13/14,I was alone in my grans bedroom,in it she had a 1920s dressing table with a tilting mirror and wardrobe with a full length mirror on the outside door,wearing only a pair of school football shorts made of a soft warm material and very sensual,as I recall, I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself getting aroused and rubbing the bulge, unable to resist touching myself I lowered my shorts and masturbated rubbing my penis between the palms of my hands,needless to say I came into my shorts, from then on I regularly went into my grans bedroom and while nude used to sit on the end of her bed facing the dressing table mirror and proceed to masturbate.


Eric's experience:

Growing up in my village, really a hamlet, left me so ignorant of human physiology that I formed all sorts of mistaken beliefs. I really didn't understand my first erections and wondered if I had caught something, but then thought maybe not as the sensation when I touched myself was nice. My epiphany came one summer when I was in our attic "sorting" out things but actually masturbating, and heard our neighbour in her garden.

The only window was high up so I had to stretch to look out and there she was, in a high cut, low cut swimming costume sunbathing. I didn't really realise what was happening until I automatically touched my penis and found it hard and very erect, so much so that it felt it was being stretched too tight. And my balls withdrew into my body, my scrotum becoming hard like a protective shell. It was all very confusing but I now knew the connection between the visual stimulus of my neighbour and my penis.

Needless to say I ejaculated quite quickly but got hard again and continued, eventually stopping because my penis was sore, even though I was still erect. I often spent time in the attic after that!


Hi Peter and your readers, 

Im 63 now and began my wanking career more than 50 years ago. 

I went to an all boys school and often in the changing rooms during PT lessons you would see cocks of all shapes and sizes, some fully erect some soft and many in-between. I think some lads just couldn't help but react to their raging hormones. 

I had seen my elder brother wanking at home when I was around 11 and he was 15 and would tell some of my close friends at school about it the day after. One day a friend came back home with me after school when we had the house to ourselves and I showed him some of my brothers soft porn magazines. We noticed some of the pages were stuck together and I remember us being very excited and getting our cocks out and rubbing them against the pictures in the magazines. 

I remember my friend cumming on that occasion, it was another week or two when we repeated the experience that he got hold of my cock and wanked me till I ejaculated, it was amazing. 

Well all these years later I still wank when I'm home alone, thank goodness for the internet! I find that like your previous contributor to the subject, Bill, the amount I ejaculate has diminished over the last few Years, the feeling is just as intense though! 

I sometimes think about those Schooldays and wish Id still got a male friend to play with as we chat about sex etc and I'd love to hear from anyone with similar experiences. 

Cheers 

Pete


Hi Peter hope you don't mind if I add my two pence worth:

I first felt my sexual urge when when I was still at infant school and climbed a post and the friction against my little cock made me think of girls and I had no idea why!

At primary school my friend and I were quite popular and the girls used to quite willingly drop their knickers for us and we took great delight in looking at there little naked vaginas although I have no recollection of getting a hard on. I don't think we ever showed them our cocks.

I remember at about age 11 some of my pals and myself dropped our pants and swung across a stream on a rope and the friction causing us all to get a bit hard but up to this point I had never rubbed my cock or shot a load.

At the swimming pool changing rooms I remember showing some of the other kids my erect cock and we were all amused by it but no touching as yet.

My secondary school was boys only and I remember a kid at about 13 years old who would wank in front of you and we were all a bit astounded by the stuff that shot out of the end of his cock but still not ready to try it myself yet.

I was having a lot of wet dreams and my mum never said anything about the state of my pajamas which literally stood up on their own sometimes! But still no wanking.

My friends were all talking about the delights of wanking so I started rubbing my cock but always stopped before anything happened I just didn't know what to expect!

At age 15 it happened in the bathroom, I rubbed for about 15 minutes and then I had my first orgasm shooting a tiny bit of spunk into the toilet.

That was it then I was wanking every day and just couldn't get enough of it. I was delighted that my cum shots were now quite big and mostly I shot into a tissue although my pals just said they shot over their sheets in bed but i couldn't do that to my mum!

At age 17 I had my first fuck and again after that I couldn't get enough of it although I was still wanking a lot too. 

I love to wank in the open air and have done it on beaches sitting on the river bank and in my garden. 

At 58 now and happily married for 34 years and enjoying fucking my wife still.

I still love my alone time. My wife was never into self play and I know she would be annoyed with me if she knew.

I like to look at other guys wives on the internet photo sharing sites for my inspiration now.  I share a few pics of my wife and love to think of other guys wanking over her and I love to wank over pics of other guys wives too. It really turns me on to see the private pics of other couples similar to ourselves. I have to admit though that my wife knows nothing about it and would kill me if she knew.

I have never wanked in front of another bloke although I get the urge to wank another bloke off now and again just to see what it's like.

I have noticed that as I have got older my cum shots are much smaller now, sometimes only a dribble. But I guess this is natural.

I really want to try a Fleshlight but I think my mrs would go mad!!

We both now enjoy nude beaches and like to spend our holidays naked as much as possible although we have never been to a nude resort. The sex improves too after a day naked I find!

Cheers Bill.


Hi Peter

Excellent site, I have loved reading all the masturbation stories and thought I'd send you mine. Please feel free to publish on your website. 

I was about 8 or 9 when I first became aware that my willy was a source of pleasure when I touched or played with it and started to wake up with boners. At about 10 I also found my father's naughty magazines and enjoyed getting elections looking at them, although never got to the point of coming. 

At about 12 I found some naughty picture of my parents on Polaroids that they had obviously taken of each other, this was very exciting and would always give me an instant erection. 

One time I was staying at a friend's house on a sleepover and I took a couple of the pictures to show him. When we were lying in bed, me on the floor and him in his bed, I showed the pictures I had of my mother naked and playing with herself and some toys. He liked looking at them and to my surprise he told me he had found some of his mother too, he crept into her bedroom as his pare to were downstairs and brought them in. Wow, what an excitement it was looking at his mum masturbating the same as the pictures of my mum, I had the biggest hard on I had ever had.

We showed each other our hard Willie's and he asked if I could "come". I was 13 at this point and had heard about ejaculation but had never done it. He told me he felt he wanted to come and showed me how he did it, by wanking his hard willy backwards and forwards. After about 1 minute he moaned and a jet of white fluid shot out over his stomach a couple of times then his willy went soft. I tried but was unable that time but wanted to try when I got home. 

My first ejaculation happened in the bathroom a few weeks later. I was sitting on the toilet looking at my parents photos and Rubbing my hard dick as he had done. After a few minutes a wave of heat came over my body and a huge amount of cum shot out over my lap and kept coming. It felt incredible, I had never felt anything like it. 

From that day I have masturbatiom at every opportunity and became a lover of naturism and being naked as much as possible and with others. 

I am 37 now, married and have kids, I masturbate daily and have started to masturbate with other guys which I love, it takes me back to that sleepover and Ilove to help other guys come, with my hands and sometimes if they want with my mouth. I would love to do it more but it is hard to find guys and friends to do it with. 

In the South West where I live there are a few beaches for naturists and hopefully I'll meet up with other lovers of masturbation. 

Please post my email address and let others know they can contact me to share stories, experiences and maybe meet up. 

Chris


My first wank (Anon)
 
Hi Peter, A lot of reading and perhaps more information than mere nudist, but I am a sexual being and I enjoy your pages.
 
When I was 11 or 12 I had a good friend who was more sexually mature than I. One school holiday period I went to stay with his family in another town. We went boating and swimming and enjoyed the summer immensely. I believe his father was a nudist, but I actually thought nothing of it at the time as he was discrete.

One day when his parents were on a quick shopping trip, we played in their hay barn. It wasn’t all sexual and we played a game of do or dare as part of our fun. Anyway, part of our fun, he showed me how to wank a penis. For him he definitely had an orgasm. As he had pubic hair and I did not, he was more developed, sexually. I copied what he did and rubbed my penis up and down and it felt enjoyable. It goes to show how the minutae is unimportant as I cannot recall if he was circumcised or not, but believe he still had the hood. I did not. It was not an issue raised. In addition I was born a cryptorchid (only one testicle) and the surgery to correct the situation was unsuccessful, but I do not remember that being mentioned at all. To this day it seems that sex is cock-centric and the balls are just an “also-ran”, so other cryptorchids need not dispair. He came. I don’t remember semen, but probably there was. I do remember that I came, as in, having an orgasm, but nothing issued forth. Not even much precum I recall.

It was enjoyable though, and despite learning with a male, I never harboured any thoughts for consumating sexual matters with a male. In following years I went on to enjoy masturbation immensely and masturbated at least once per day until I was married at 26 whereupon intercourse became more enjoyable. The frequency just as good.
After 7 years my marriage failed and I have had various periods with and without female partners since. With a partner I enjoy frequent intercourse, preferably 3 or more times a week and without I am limited to devices like the Fleshlight and masturbation. Some days I may masturbate 6 or 7 times and then may go 3 or 4 days without, but I still enjoy orgasm, precum, masturbation, images of the penis entering the vagina, the Fleshlight and occasional intercourse.

I am nearly 60 now and virility and sexual activity is still a large source of enjoyment for me. I have experimented with prostate massage but cannot say it takes a priority for me over common penis stimulation. It is apparently very good for the long term health of the prostate and the body though.

Ideally I will meet someone who enjoys intercourse and sexual experimentation until at least 75. I have found life is more balanced with regular sex, as it no longer becomes a pre-occupation but just a regular activity. It concerns me that many fiendish sex acts are based around a misunderstanding, inability to and lack of sexual activity and perhaps a depraved childhood of sorts.

I enjoy naturist activities now and although infrequent, it never ceases to amaze me that they are so far removed from sex that an outsider could not behold. They are based, for me, in the rampant freedom I (and other cousins etc) had as young naked children with no inhibitions, embarrassment, sexual innuendo, stimulus or depravity in innocently enjoying nakedness. Not even the fact that it was together, but the fact that it was so much more comfortable for swimming, drying, sunbathing, climbing and staying cool on a hot day. It still amazes me how efficient the human body is at staying cool when undressed. The body just stays cool in a totally natural way without clammy clothes, riverlets of sweat or stinky perspiration. It is obvios we were designed that way.
 
Anyway I digress, so cut short this if desired, but suffice it to say, once introduced to wanking, I was hooked. One thing I have not engaged in, but many have, is a group wank or a circle jerk. I believe the reticence is related to cryptorhidism being misunderstood as perhaps two kids in a thousand having the lifetime effects to show for it. I am grateful that no girlfriend has ever been concerned by it, and it has endeared me to compensate by being a conscientous lover. I have fathered children and I must say that in itself gave me, as a male, the sudden realisation that “I don’t care what dick and balls I have, they have been proven to perform their function and they can be and look, anyway you like, but I am confident in knowing I am a man, because I have fathered a child. So it was only after this that I explored naturism as my confidence and indifference grew.
 
Long live the pleasure gained from rubbing the penis. For both man and woman. I have a very good friend (female) to whom I once remarked “I suppose a penis is quite fascinating if you don’t have one”. To which she replied and very enthusiastic “Oh Yes.”.

SO I can see now that the fascination men have with breasts is echoed with women and the penis. Strange how the vagina is not such a fascination but is indeed the only place a penis wants to be. Perhaps it is an also ran (after the breasts) like a mans balls. In stores and pornography the only reference to balls is that they are loaded with cum ready to shoot, but not to their size, shape, hang, look or any other feature.


Nigel's Story:

I am a forty-something year old Dutch 'young' man, happily married with my 10 years younger wife and we have a son. I am 100% hetero-sexual although a gay friend of mine told me that there's no such thing as a 100% on the one side. And yes, meanwhile I tend to agree as I get older, more experienced in thinking and feeling, tasting and enjoying, and more educated (via internet) by websites such as yours.


So, here it is, where, how and when did I discover masturbation?

As a boy I grew up in a middle-large town near the city of Arnhem, at the Rhine -as an Englishmen you know where it is -and this country of ours is called the Netherlands (not Holland) especially the area where I grew up. It was a protestant (protestant-christian, the Dutch national denomination, at that time at least) primary school that I went to. I had a little girlfriend, about three quarters of a year younger than I, with whom I played a lot, at school, in-house and in the square, in the playground, on swings, seesaws, sandpits and shovels and such.
I disliked being barefoot, because I was ashamed and aroused at the same time at the sight of my own bare feet and even more so by the sight of my little girlfriend's bare feet. She was in bare feet a lot, and there were little more beautiful aspects than her tanned face and her tanned feet and ankles. Often she invited me to be barefoot too in the sandpit and on the grass as well, but I did not comply. Our parents visited regularly a not-so-far-away lake and we bathed there with swimming trunks on. We both did this regularly, and she was mine, and (the form of) her body had no real secrets for me.

One night we both ended up in a bath, quite normal I suppose for children of 3-7 years old. I found her nude body very interesting, and she thought mine was too, but as soon as we tickled each other under our feet, and tried to reach out towards each other's genitals, I got a (toddler's) erection. She was not at all startled, but I was very ashamed.

Later, say 6 years, we ended up in different primary schools, as our parents moved to another town, but in totally different areas. We had P.E. two (or three?) times a week, and at least once was with a qualified P.E. teacher that was independent of the schools. I loved those P.E. lessons, as I was reasonably decent in all activities, and about half of my class's pupils wore 'sprinters', a kind of sneakers avant-la-lettre. The other half did not wear any, which made sense in the other lesson we got through the week, being a classic gymnastics lesson on the floor (which I hated) for boys only where we were obliged to be barefoot (but not always).
In summer, the more enjoyable P.E.-lessons were in a gymnastics hall together with pupils from another school, and this time, I had forgotten my 'sprinters', so I had to go in bare feet. I seemed to be the only one minding, as suddenly there she was: the voice of my former little girlfriend uttering this behind me all of a sudden: 'see, Nigel, it is much better to do P.E. barefoot, I am happy to see you like this.' Her smile was as beautiful as before, her feet, tanned and fine were more beautiful than before.

We asked the teacher, -imagine two 11 year-old pupils, standing barefoot in front of him, hands behind their backs -if we could do the lesson, which was mostly in pairs, together. I liked her anyway, and she had seen all of me before, so me being barefoot (and bare-chested) was a minor problem for me, as opposed to pair up with another boy or girl from her or my class.

We ended up with wall bars and rope climbing that afternoon. She could climb the rope skilfully, almost as well as a boy, and I gasped for air sometimes, since she adroitly climbed the rope with her beautiful legs and bare feet, which I could see now very well from below. She had this boyish manner of climbing with her arms and upper body, but with her legs and feet, which she pointed with every move, here movements appeared very girlish to me. As we helped each other to descend, as the teacher directed us to do, I even got to touch her feet as she did mine. I found both extremely pleasurable. I cannot remember any more P.E. lessons we must have had together, but the memory of this occasion lingered for years.

Later, at the gymnasium (or grammar school?) we were obliged to be barefoot in the P.E. lesson indoors. I still disliked it, but everyone else had the same problem, at least that's how I perceived it. I hadn't seen my childhood girlfriend for years, but I fell in love with some of the girls in my class every six weeks or so.

We had one lesson again with rope-climbing, and although we did not pair up as we used to do in primary school, we were very much into the position of looking at each other's bare feet whilst climbing. Being just 14 years old, I was aroused, about 5 times an hour under normal circumstances, but in this lesson I was it all the time. I noticed that there were other boys very reluctant to climb into the rope. Some of them shifted their privates aside before climbing. So I decided that it was normal for boys that this was arousing. As I was climbing up, gently slipping my erect penis at the rope unintentionally, the teacher suddenly stopped all activities and she asked me to hang still, just there where I was. 'Please look at Nigel, now, all of you.' I was not the most popular person in class, as I had glasses and tended to be a bit nerdy. Suddenly I was there, hanging half-way to the ceiling of the hall, being barefoot and quite a bit aroused. All the boys and girls had to watch me!

'Look at him,' the teacher told to all, who were sitting on the floor watching me. 'He is climbing with his arms only, not using his legs and feet.' Some of the boys laughed at me, but the teacher said: 'Do not laugh! Not many people can do that. But for you up there: point your foot, and twist it around the rope. Like so.' The teacher walked up to the rope that I was hanging in. She grabbed my ankle and with her hand, she toe-pointed my right foot, swirled it around the rope. Then, with two hands she grabbed my other foot, and let me hold it in a flex-position, just to show the other pupils, and then placed my foot on top of the other. 'Can you repeat that yourself?' she asked me. Then she asked me to do so and show the other pupils. I had to do, what I dreaded most: show my naked feet and move them in a position for all to see.
I was aroused, but not so much anymore: my embarrassment was too strong. I noticed all girls among my classmates were not talking or laughing, but gazing at me, as I hung in the rope for quite some time now. Most of the boys were indeed embarrassed like me, feeling ashamed in-place, though not all. One boy in particular, which I did not like very much because he always questioned my grades, my speed when running in outdoor-P.E., and so on, shouted: 'I bet you can't get to the ceiling like that, you thinny!' The teacher turned in anger towards him and ordered him to get up on his feet and come to her. She said in a drawling voice: 'And I bet you won't get to the ceiling at all, and that Nigel can climb at least twice as fast as you, getting to the ceiling twice. in his own way and in what I just taught him, whereas you won't even be able to get there in the first place!'
The class shouted and cheered the teacher in excitement. The game was on. I was to get back on the ground, the teacher said: 'off you go!'

I climbed up the rope to the ceiling in the way just as she had been telling me to do. I swapped my feet, having one on top of the other and the next draw vice versa, which the teacher notices. The other boy climbed too, as fast as he could. His not so nimble movements were half the pace of mine. As I reached the ceiling, I quickly went down carefully, expecting the match to end as soon as I had my feet back on the floor. The teacher looked up and saw the struggling boy half-way now. 'Go on,' she said to me, for everyone to hear. Go up again! Please do use only your arms if you can!' Although I was a bit tired, I managed to haul the rope as it were and climbed up very quickly and got to the ceiling a metre before the boy's failing attempt. As I touched the ceiling, the teacher and the pupils on the ground started to clap in appraisal.

We were generally obliged to shower after the P.E. lesson, but we mostly got away with wetting our hair and quickly changing our briefs, but this time I could shower, without being afraid of an erection. I was in the shower long, and after some time the teacher came in. At the time, I thought nothing of it, as she was a little under my mother's age, and it was not uncommon at all, for teachers to come inspect the changing-room after a lesson. I was just drying myself of, as she walked in the entry between the shower-room and the changing-room (they were opposite of each other) and she smiled a great smile seeing me nude.

'That was very good of you, what you did!' she said, seemingly not in the mood for mentioning an excuse for seeing me naked. I thanked her: 'Thank you, Miss.' She replied: 'You were aroused when climbing at first, weren't you? And now you are naked, you are not aroused. Why is that?' I uttered: 'I am not used to doing P.E. in bare feet for everyone to see, whereas being in the shower naked is very common.' She laughed heartening: 'Go on quickly, dry yourself off, otherwise I will be the cause of a new erection.' I chuckled and held the towel in front of my penis, which was flaccid but started to grow a bit. She stepped back in the hallway and disappeared, half a minute later she stepped back in the shower-room naked. She said: 'I just want to inform you that the other shower-room at the girls' side is out of service during the reconstruction. Off you go!' She started showering two metres away from me. I looked at her, and saw an adult body, which did not turn me on at all. I went to the changing-room to put my clothes on. The teacher called back at me 'Please come back a moment.' As I had placed my towel on the floor to stand on, I walked back into the shower-room completely naked, with only the beginning of an erection. The teacher looked at my genitals and up and down my body and said: 'Nigel, be relaxed about your body, it is strong and it has a very fine frame!' My mouth fell open, slowly realising that this was one of the finest compliments I had ever got, even until now! 'You don't hear that very often, do you?' the teacher asked. 'No, miss!' I hesitatingly answered. Meanwhile, my erection grow full in about three seconds or so, behind my hands. I tried to pinch myself to let it slack, which did not help. The teacher, still showering, held her head out of the shower spray. 'Don't do that!' she said with a smile, 'show me your body as you turn around on your toes for me, with your hands up in the air!' 'Must I, really?' I replied. 'No, you must not, but do me the favour of looking at your body in a straight posture being naked as you are and turn around, on your toes!' I thought about all the people that could come in at that particular awkward moment, but I started getting on my toes and turn. 'No, no! Hands stretched up in the air, please. And again!' I slowly put my hands in the air, exposing myself completely. My erection to the fullest of its firmness, was throbbing up and up more. 'Now slowly turn,' she said. I slowly paced a circle fully nude in front of here, embarrassed to the maximum, with my hands stretched up in the air. I finished my complete turn pointing my stiff penis again towards her. 'I know that you do track and field, so may I advise you,' the teacher started, 'just forget that we have seen each other completely naked and your being aroused. When you are in bed tonight, just think of the beautiful body you have, and how many girls you will have staring at you, sooner or later. And just play with your penis thinking about that!'

That was that, the paramount embarrassment and complimentary boost in-one!

When I was going to bed the same evening, I got aroused doing the naked turn again in my bedroom, on my toes and with my hands stretched up in the air. I got an erection quickly, very quickly. I laid down, not yet having pyjamas on, and placed my right wrist next to my penis and balls, with my fist between my thighs, like the rope did unintentionally but inevitably at the P.E. class. I slowly moved my right arm op and down. It felt great. The feeling got stronger and stronger. And at that moment I thought of pushing my left hand to the side of my penis, as to mimic the friction to my genitals during the climbing. The feeling went up still and I hesitated because the feeling caused a bit of dizziness that I had not experienced before. 'Am I normal?' the thought crossed my mind very briefly, but then I thought of my likewise nude P.E. teacher showering and her easy attitude towards me. I thought of the compliments she gave me, I concluded she really meant it, as she uttered them twice. The plateau of my feeling in my tommy and in the top of my penis reached a higher level and again I hesitated, because it was so intense, that I questioned as if this was normal. I did not move my wrist or my hands between my thighs and along my penis, I just held them there and thought a moment of the turn I had to make in front of her. The tiptoeing I had to do, which was not only barefoot, but fully naked and with a fully erect penis. The feeling now was overwhelming, the muscles in my stomach cramped completely, my back arched, my legs tensioning and my feet pointing completely down. My first orgasm had started. It took forever within 6-7 seconds. I ejaculated vigorously, in five or six gulps. The second and third gulp both ended on my chin, the fourth and fifth not further than my navel. I was startled enormously and realised in a second that this was what some of the boys were hinting when talking about girls of late.

I still know exactly the date: on the 28th November 198.. I had my first orgasm.


Hi Peter,

What a wonderful web site you have so informative. It is so good that we can share our experiences like this.

I have really enjoyed reading the messages about peoples first experience of masturbation and how similar many are to mine.

Not sure at what age I started to play with my willy, but I know it gave me great pleasure. It must of because I kept doing it. I would lay on my front and rub my hard willy in my hand, not stopping until I had that warm tingling feeling in my body. I think that I was about 14 when I had my first orgasm!

When I was 14 I had a friend who was lucky enough to have a swimming pool at the end of his garden. That summer we would go in it nearly every day. Not sure how it started but one day we dared each other to take our trunks off and swim nude. It was such a wonderful feeling swimming naked, so much so we would both end up with our cocks hard. I think this is where I got my love of nudity and being naked.

One day when we were getting changed and he asked me if I wanked and how. I told him I did and showed him by cupping my hands and rubbing myself. He showed me how he did it by holding his and stroking. I tried this and liked it and still do do it this way.

It was a couple of years later when we first wanked each other. We were camping in his back garden, both laying there naked with cocks standing proud. I had always wanted to touch his and this time reached out and held it. Wow it was wonderful, I couldn't stop myself from stroking him, not stopping till he cam (only a few strokes). He did the same to me. It was so nice to give pleasure to each other like this. I still like to masturbate other men. Now I also like to give oral to men.

Please feel free to share my email address, it would be good to hear from others who experienced the same as me.

John

Dorset, England


Hi Peter,

When I was 7 I gained comfort from cupping my dick and balls in my hand while lying on my front in bed and gently moving from side to side against the sheets. The feeling of well-being when I did this was wonderful and I 'rocked' myself to sleep this way for years.

It was the forerunner to real masturbation, which I discovered at the age of 10, when I noticed that my dick became hard and stood erect when I played with it. I started to stroke it, exposing the tip and found that this was the most sensitive part. The longer I played the more excited I became and my body seemed to spasm as I experienced my first dry orgasm.

I told my best friend what I had discovered and he admitted that he did the same thing. It was a relief to know that I could confide in someone and compare notes.

Masturbating became a regular occurrence but despite noticing little drops of liquid appearing from time to time, I was 13 before I had my first proper ejaculation.

So began my intrigue with masturbation in all it's forms and it continues to this day.

Colin


Hi Everybody.

I discovered what wanking was when I was around 10, I have a brother who is 4 years older than me and in those days we shared a bedroom. One day after school I went into the bedroom and he was standing naked, cock in hand..he said "watch what happens if I keep rubbing this" and I watched until a couple of minutes later a stream of white liquid shot out over the bedroom carpet..

He asked me to try it but I wasn't ready and nothing happened.

Over the Years I would watch him and I would sometimes wank with him, in fact I wanked him off more than once..

This went on till he was 19 and I was 15 then we both had girlfriends so there was no more mutual wanking fun..I miss those days! Im 62 now and still love wanking myself off..

Pete

Lincs

UK


Rogers first time masturbating

I was 15 ½ years old in 1980 and had never played with my cock before. It was summer and was in my bedroom looking out of my window. For some reason I undid my trousers and let them drop to my knees and started to
play with my cock through my pants, after short time I got erect and was enjoying the sensation of playing with his bulge in my pants. I had a wardrobe which had a mirror in the middle of both doors which extended the full height of the wardrobe. I now stood watching my ever growing bulge in my pants through the mirror, seeing my bulge in my pants was making me get harder and harder, my body started shaking and I went weak knee-ed but couldn’t understood why, then I thought I was going to piss myself so with my trousers round my ankles I made a quick dash to the toilet hoping that neither my mum, dad or sister saw see me with a huge bulge in pants and my trousers down, I made it to the toilet quickly shut the door, pulled my pants down and all this white stuff shot
dramatically out of my hard cock. I still did not know what had happened. I was wondering if should tell my mum and dad about it in case I had a problem and need to see the doctor, but was to embarrassed to do so.

I love wanking to this day. Whilst I was a teenager I used to take the dog for a walk in the park late at night and used to walk around the park with my cock and balls hanging out of my trousers, it didn’t take long for me to get an erection, if anyone else was walking past me I tried to cover my erection up with my hand, I’m sure they must have seen my erection though. Other times in the woods I would drop my trousers and pants and walk through the woods with an erection o, the thrill of been semi naked and hard was great with the wind gently blowing on my
balls and cock, it felt great to be naked outdoors, all the time it was making me more and more excited until I had to stop and have a wank.

Please publish my email address as I would like to here more stories from other gay guys about the places they have wanked on their on own or with friends.


John's Story:

Hi Peter,

Great website! Fascinating info on all topics, especially discovering masturbation for the first time.

My earliest memory of the pleasant tingling effect when playing with my 'willy' was at 8 years old. I would lie on my stomach in bed and rub up and down on the sheets. I also discovered that my cock got hard when I did this, so I got to playing with it in other ways, like putting it under the pillow or between the cushions on the sofa.(I still do this to this day).

By the time I was 10 I had experienced dry orgasms which scared me somewhat but were so pleasurable that I had to repeat them. I also noticed that my cock would become aroused at any time, day or night, without me even touching it.

The best time to play was in the bath with the warm water lapping over my naked body. My mother walked in on me once and mumbled something about 'hurrying up' before leaving rapidly. I guess she knew exactly what I was doing.

My first experience with playing with someone else was on a dual family holiday with my aunt and uncle and their family. My cousin David, who was 2 months older than me, and I had to share a bed in a small room in the attic of the cottage we were staying in. We were supposed to sleep 'head to toe' but decided it was better side by side so we could chat. The talk inevitably came round to cock play and he asked me whether I wanted to play with his and if I would let him play with mine. I didn't need asking twice, and we spent every night stroking and rubbing each other to orgasm before falling asleep.

When I was 12 I began to notice small beads of liquid coming out of my cock when I masturbated, which I wiped off with my hand. Before long I was ejaculating with some force and had to hide my stiff and sticky pyjamas and underpants at the bottom of the washing basket.

I was once caught 'wanking' by my younger sister who was 10 at the time. She was supposed to be fast asleep in bed and our parents were out. She asked me what I was doing and I told her it was what boys did. She disappeared back to her bedroom and left me to it. She later told me that she also liked to play with herself and had been doing it since she was 9.

By 14 I was masturbating regularly, either alone or with friends. One day when I had the house to myself, a friend who was 2 years younger than me came round on the pretext of me helping him with his homework. Little did I know, but his homework was actually learning how to masturbate and he wanted me to teach him. We started by getting our cocks out. Mine was already hard and he was fascinated by the size of it. His was hard too but only small with no pubes. I reached out and got his cock between my thumb and fingers and started stroking it. He laid back, closed his eyes and started moaning. I undid his pants and pulled them down together with his undies. I continued to stroke him and suddenly had the urge to put my mouth round his cock and gently suck it. His moaning increased and all of a sudden he exploded into my mouth a small amount of 'cum'. It was the first time I had tasted any and it was nice. He left soon afterwards but the playful encounters continued numerous times over the following two years. Needless to say, his cock grew in size and we had some good times together. By that time, I was more interested in girls and our meetings stopped. We both got married, had children, and have kept in touch regularly over the years.

I am now 75 and still love to masturbate, especially while looking at images on the computer, which we never had, of course, in the 'olden days'.

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John would love to hear the comments from others who have similar stories to tell.


From Josh:

My first masturbation was a few years ago when I was 13 and my willy and balls were massive then and I was playing with my friends Ashley and Harry when they asked me to take my clothes off which I thought was kind of weird but I did it anyway and my willy was massive and then they took all of there clothes off, there Willie's were tiny and then I suddenly decided to touch there tiny Willies and wank them and it felt good and then they started to do it to me and we had great fun.


Wayne's Story:

Well think it all started when I was 5 or 6 years old was with a friend the same age at his house and we were in his bedroom. He said "show me your willy" so I did, and he did the same. Then we got naked and where holding them and rubbing them and we both got hard, then we got on his bed and he was on top of me rubbing them together. I had this funny feeling going on down there and did not want him to stop. Then we were hooked on this each time we got together we would get naked and try all sorts of stuff from wanking to licking so suckling. We even tried to put it in are bums but we were too small. That carried on for years, but then we moved away. I have now found out he was abused by his dad and that's how he knew how to do all these things.

By 10 or 11 I was getting all the feeling back again and was at a friend's house using his pool. His mum had said it would be dinner time soon, so we went to his room to get out of are wet stuff. We were naked and messing about when I could see my friend getting hard that was it all the memories came floating back. He said can you make stuff come out of your willy I said no. He then said lay on the bed and do what I do and when you get the feeling that you want to pee keep going. So I was looking at what he was doing and then did the same. Well it did not take long I had the feeling of wanting to pee he said now go faster my god that feeling was fantastic. Then I felt a wet spot on my eye then looked down there shot a load of clear stuff all over me. My friend said is that not the best feeling ever! I could not speak my whole body was shaking with this wonderful feeling. After that day you could not stop me, I sometimes did it 3 or 4 times a day. When with my friend we would do it whenever we got together then.

I remembered all the stuff I did with my old friend have to say we had a lot of fun. If I could go back in time I would do it all again. I am now married with kids and at 49 years old I still masturbate all the time and think about the old days.


Kevin's Story:

I was a late bloomer I guess as I didn't discover masturbation 'til I was about about 15, almost 16 (maybe I'd just turned 16). At about 13 I'd been given a book about sex that was pretty clinical and didn't give any precise or detailed explanations. So I was left guessing about the "rythmic motions" described but, I'd found that lying on my pillow with my erection between the pillow and the mattress felt pretty good, even if I didn't know where to go from there. One day while doing this I moved to adjust myself and suddenly my pelvis took on a mind of its own and began thrusting quite out of my control. Within a several seconds I was tensing up and awash with the most amazing feeling! When it was over, I laid there sort of in shock thinking "oh my god, I think I just had an orgasm!" I checked under the pillow and sure enough, there was a small puddle of goo, my first ejaculation! I cleaned that up and soon it was a daily occurrence. At the time I fine tuned it a bit and humping my pillow was my favourite method of achieving orgasm.
I'm now 56. Sadly, my youth was spent without the benefit of computers or the Internet, or even sadly older siblings to light the way. I would likely have started much earlier with either of those.


My first memories of anything related to nudity etc was at about the age of 10. My parents and I lived next door to my friend John. Being friendly with his parents, every Saturday evening they would go the pub together and leave John and myself to amuse ourselves. One Saturday evening we decided to play 'doctors'. I do not remember exactly how it started, but we finished up both nude and in bed together exploring various bits of our bodies. John was a year of so older than me and I get the impression that he had just discovered the delights of masturbation, and I remember him demonstrating how it all worked to me. He wanked, got erect and after a while he came and produced some sperm. Even at that tender age, I was obviously keen on experimentation, so did not take much persuading for me to try. It got erect very easily and after a while it came, but did not produce any sperm. I remember it being great fun, but prior to that, I do not even remember being aware that my penis was able to get erect, let alone anything else that it might be able to get up to. The following Saturday we were left to our own devices again and it probably comes as a great surprise that we played 'doctors' again and masturbation was on the prescription. Again John wanked, and came. When I tried, not only did I come, but I managed to produce some sperm, not a lot, only about half a teaspoonful, but it was a start. Our 'doctors' play sessions had introduced me to the pleasures of being nude and the delights of masturbation.


My first masturbation is still a wonderful memory for me. I was ten when my older brother called me behind the barn. He was naked and told me to get naked also. We often played naked so it was no big deal to strip off. But he began to play with his penis and it got bigger and bigger. Then he began to masturbate and told me to try it - that it felt really good and I'd love it. I played with my penis and sure enough, it began to get stiff and felt very tingly inside. About that time my older brother began moaning and groaning and breathing heavily. I was going to ask him if he was okay when he spurted out some "white stuff" and then collapsed in the grass. I kept on because the feeling was so intense that I couldn't stop, and then I began to breathe heavily and and my whole body shivered. I had a fantastic orgasm. I was very disappointed that nothing came out but it was so wonderful that I could hardly complain. I realized that my brother was jacking again and I joined him. We had several orgasms that afternoon and of course, I was hooked and have been enjoying the wonderful hobby for sixty years now.


"I first masturbated to orgasm when I was 13, but for many years before I enjoyed getting naked with my friends and looking at their penises. I would generally be the only one with an erection (I remember nearly always having an erection when I was naked), and at that time I didn't know how to masturbate and I am sure that none of them did too. We would usually hold each others' penises while we lay naked next to each other or while we urinated, but never rub them in a sexual way.

I remember once rubbing my erect penis for a short while then giving up when nothing happened. I thought that it must have been because I wasn't old enough. One night though while I was in bed holding my erection, I thought I'd try once more. I began rubbing it and then all of a sudden, it felt really good. I kept rubbing it and suddenly I came for the first time. I wasn't expecting it at all and didn't really know what to do. I sneaked off into the bathroom to rub the funny smelling white goo off my body and pyjamas.

The next day, my penis was really swollen up - perhaps as twice as wide as normal, and my foreskin was very puffy and completely covered my glans. I daren't use a urinal in case any of my friends noticed. A couple of days later, the swelling had gone down and I tried again. This time I had some tissues ready!

I wish I'd started masturbating earlier, and also that I had shared the experience with my friends. I have masturbated in front of my girlfriends over the years but never with another male, which is something I'd like to address one day...."


From Zack:

My discovery was at about age 11 was while I was climbing my mom's clothesline pole. I was shinnying up, grasping the 5 inch pole with my legs twined around it, WHEN I started having a pulsating feeling in my groin, or penis area. Wow, the throbbing really felt good, lasting only a few seconds. I didn't really know what had hapened.

The older boy with me wanted to experience it too. But he tried, but didn't. I found that he knew about "jacking off," and had several times before, by himself, when getting sexually excited when seeing or touching women's underwear.

Mt friend said we should get naked in the shower together and he would handle my penis to see if it started feeling good again. I let him, and he was able to get my penis erect. I began playing with his penis, and thats how it started.

I'm 71 now and love to masturbate.


This discription is from Nigel who is happy to exchange ideas with others.

"Well since how I first discovered masturbation, at least when I first had an orgasm, is quite a brief episode I will expand my description to include my later techniques in the enjoyable man game (if Peter will forgive me).

My first orgasm occurred very suddenly and unexpectedly one night. I remember waking up during the night when I was around 14 and finding that I was laying face down on the bed. I was quickly aware of a growing urge in my groin which seemed to demand something, but I didn't know what. Then all of a sudden there was a rushing feeling and a surge through my body along with the wonderful tingle down in my groin! I realised that something had come out of my penis, but since it was not stiff and the whole thing felt good I was not worried or scared, but just curious (much as I am today). I checked in my pyjamas and found a pretty small trace of sticky 'mess' but I don't think I even thought of wiping it away. I just fell asleep again but knew that something lovely had happened and realised that I was 'on the way'!

Of course over the next few weeks I was interested in this wonderful feeling happening again and so tried various way to make it happen. Realising that if I could cause it when it was most convenient to occur and when I wanted, that would be a boon!

I can't remember at what point I began to develop my special masturbation technique. But it got me hooked on this game from then until now at least!

Basically the technique is managing to squeeze the shaft of my penis between my thighs. It needs some degree of care and positioning but as I perfected the method I began to achieve mind blowing orgasms of such intensity that I sometime felt I could easily faint!

To picture this imagine lying on your back with one knee up, your foot on the bed (lets say your right as in my case). Your left leg can lay flat for now. Take your penis and if soft then apply a gentle stroking until it is firm. Now push or press the shaft down onto the right thigh, but be sure to allow the testicles to go one each side of the shaft (ideally the right one to the right etc.!!). Now lift the left leg and bring that thigh across and cover the penis with it. The first few times it will take some small adjustment to feel comfortable. When things feel as though they are fitting in place well, allow your left thigh to rest more firmly onto the right one so sandwiching the penile shaft between them. You will see that the testes get a good deal of squeezing here and that may or may not be one of the contributory effects. But if they feel tight or at all uncomfortable then lift the left thigh and adjust things slightly and apply the pressure. After a good few time things will seem to fall into place. If all well so far and you can apply more pressure with your left thigh without any discomfort - slowly start to apply and release the pressure. This is the basic movement of this wanking technique. A gentle rhythmic squeeze and release. I found that sometimes I would not only squeeze but slide the left thigh downwards an inch or two. This had the effect of slight rolling the shaft - like a rolling pin - on the right thigh. But only do this slightly or you may find the twisting become uncomfortable. Just keep a rhythmic press and release and hopefully you will begin to feel the early sensations.

I don't know what part of this technique gives rise to the intense orgasms. Whether it is the 'all over' effect of squeezing from base to tip or if it is the squeezing of the testes or even the pressure on the head of the cock and the frenum. Or perhaps it is a combination of all of them. Anyway I found it gave me such intense pleasure that I just used this technique all the time. It is possible and even advantageous to try the technique standing. It is not much different then from laying down. You effectively stand on one leg, the right, to continue the previous viewpoint. Place the penis shaft and balls as described before. If you are substantially hard then lean forward to allow the penis to be pushed downwards. Then bring the left leg up, bending the knee and across the right thigh to once again sandwich the penile shaft. Somehow here the body weight can be used to exert more pressure and so cause an even higher level of sensation. You might find a stool useful to rest the left foot on and save the risk of falling over!

To take it one stage further I have even tried placing the left lower leg across the right in a normal cross legged position but standing. Then you can add leverage of the left leg on the right to obtain even more pressure. It does seem the more pressure the more pleasure. But take care not to break anything!

Naturally with all this pressure along the length of the penis, when an orgasm occurs very little if any cum is ejaculated. But after release you will find the build-up slowly leaking out so have some tissue to hand.
I would be pleased to correspond with enthusiasts on this matter and perhaps swap example photos for those who find it a challenge. I would also be pleased to hear from anyone who has used the same or similar technique with as good as result as I have.

P.S. You might be tempted to use some lube to help things slip into position. But you will find that it makes it far more difficult as the penis demonstrates the 'orange pip' effect! The pressure just makes the shaft slip out above or below the thighs. However once you have mastered the technique you may find oiling the head of the penis can add a new dimension.


From Tony, who would like your views on his story.

My first masturbation epsisode happened when i was about 13 when i was taken in hand, literally, by a cousin about 2 years younger. What I was to become first aware of was the difference in our 2 penises, as although I had more pubic hair and much darker, his penis was larger than mine and he had been circumsized and I had not, although not realisieng the actual word, as quite in-experienced in any type of sexul activity then, let alone such large words to say let alone spell. (As this was about 50 years ago, little then was spoken of about sex to the young, either by adults or in any books and most definately not on TV, as anything sexual these days is so easy to find out about for the them these days.)

Dave, as I will call him, instigated a game of doctors one afternoon when we were left alone. We took it in turns to lie down and be inspected by the doctor, as you do. Doctor Dave's hands touched all over my body from chest downwards to the base of my stomach until I informed him where the pain was....No guessing where it was then !!!! Of course, he could feel the growing hardness showing up in my trousers and concentrated in that area. He then said he would have to examine more and would have to go under my first layer of skin.....he called each layer of clothes, a layer of skin.....He then asked if it was OK to continue.....Well did I resist? He opened each button of my fly...very few zips then folks !!!!!.... until they were all undone. I was getting harder as i had never known before and started to feel a little scared and shaky and excited at the same time...He put his hand inside my fly and started to feel my erect penis still under the loose white Y-front fitting underpants that we all had in those days. I started to get hot and didnt really understand what was really going on, except that I was likeing it. As said i felt excited but at the cost of feeling scared in case anyone came and we got caught and also feeliing lots of guilt about it all rolled into one......

After examining my hard erection and moving his hands south to just about feel my hardening testicles....that was also another large word I would learn about later on, let alone spell. His hand could not get any further down inside my fly, so he went back to feeling more my erection.....He then said that it should be Ok but if the pain come back he would have to go under the second skin...my underpants, although he never mentioned the later and as said each layer of clothes was spoke of as I layer of skin......original for such a young mind, you must admit....

After examining him inturn, I obviously went back with the same complaint when it was next my turn...... He proceeeded to examine over my clothes (skins) again before stateing he would this time have to get under the second skin....was this OK.???? Well, once again no resistance again......I lay down for him to again un do all my buttons and let him insert his hand into my fly and feel around over my pants letting him feel my totally hard erection before pulling his hand a little way out but stopping at the edge of my pants to lift and go in for the first time ever. I was never so scared,s hakey, guilty bu likening this examination all in one go.....It was quite difficult for him to get under under my pants and it was starting to pulll as he stretched his hand all over and as far down as he could....I was never so flushed but did not stop him once....I had never had such an experience......It was scary but lovely to have some one elses hand feeling my erect penis and testicles, although the latter was so to get to, as he had not un-done my belt and top fastenere, just the buttons only, so he concentrated on my erection......He started to play with it more and started to move my foreskin about, which was the first time this had ever happened. I was some surprised as never new this should be worked about like this.....

As his hand was obviously uncomfortable, as I was also as felt mauled about at the less freedom he had to move his hand about under my pants, so he said he woudl have to undoe my 2nd skin completely.....I allowed him to do this....surprise! surprise! and for thefirst time opened my eyes and looked down, not wanting to catch his eyes, at seeing my trouser competely undone now and his hand pulled from under the tightness of his hand under the leg of my pants.....Now his hand was being put under my pants from the top, so that his hand and arm coudl get under my pants completely and move about so freely now......His hand went all over my penis and testicles but always going back quickly to my erection, touching all over and moveing it about like it had never been moved before.....and of course having this lovely feeling of when he moved my foreskin about and starting now to move it up and down more.....He then said that the pain would go away and once again, if it came back again, he would this time have to take my 1st and 2nd skins down altogether.....

Of course the pain came back and he undid my belt and then my buttons to open up my trousers before asking me to lift up while he puled my trousers down to my feet.....shoes were off but not the socks.....suppose they would be the worst to get back on if anyone came.....good planner was Dr. Dave..... I felt shakey. gulilty and excited again as I lay there with just my shirt and pullover still on but my trousers down to my ankles for the first time.....After looking at the throbbing of my penis showing under my pants he confirmed that he would have to take down my 2nd skin, of which I reafirmed it would be OK.....He then took hold of my pants from the top and pulled them down much quicker than the trousers and not asking me to lift up.....My penis got caught in the top of my pants as he tried to pull them down and when he finally released it, it spruing back and forth like a spring that had just gone wrong. After it had setteld back to standing position, he started to touch all around my belly and legs leaveing my erection to the last. He touched it lightly at first then pulled it back and forth a few times before letting it go until it sprang back to standing position. The he started to move my foreskin about more and moving it up and down more.... It was the most lovely feeling I had ever had but started to feel so guilty, he could see I was not really comfortable....He stopped but told me there was too much "milk" in my "thingy", as he called it and if the pain came back he would have to take all my skins off and operate on it until all the milk inside had come out....MILK, I kept asking myself...what was this milk......I had heard from other kids on the street about this white stuff that came out when you moved it up and down.....I got up and pulled my trousers and pants back up and fastend all the buttons and belt back onto place before I took over as resident doctor....

Obviously the pain in the lower regions did come back and he did inform me again that he would have to take all my skins off to get rid of all the milk inside me that was causeing all the pain.....He sat in his chair while I stood directly infront of him and took everything off except my pants. I stood there naked for the first time ever infront of a stranger as such. He placed his hand on my now massive erection over my pants (2 nd skin) then pulled his hand away and pulled the topof my pants out from my body to have a look down for the fist time..... Not touching down there he then asked me to lie down. Whe settled although by now shakeing like mad..all the old feelings back but totally enjoying this new experience, he finally pulled down my pants so that I was totallly naked for the first time ever with someone else. He then started to touch/examine me all over from my nipples down to my feet before going back, to touch my belly testicles and erection. He then took his hand away to place it back on top of my penis and start massageing my foreskin. trying hard to roll it down but as this was my first time, it was very tight.....realisng this he then placed his hand totally around my penis and started to move it up and down....he stopped and then went back to pullling it to either side and letting the spring action take place again....After a few goes of this he went back to massageing it up and down....I had never had this doen to me before and was feeling again scared but loveing it and very mixed up about the whole thing now..... After quite a short time I felt this shakeing all aover which worried me a little and then I started to get hot especially around the penis and chest. He then said your milk is comeing up and started to massage a little more harder and faster......Suddenly and before I could say anything i was shakeing, feeling totally hot, and feeling this eruption coming up inside my penis.....I started to breath very hard and fast, which also worried me a little more but ironaically did not ask the doctor to stop.....Suddenly my penis was rock hard and this feeling that was slowly growing inside it, the milk, was rushing to the top and shot out like a cannon ball.....this was my first cum and it went every where..it had built up for about 14 years and this was the first time it had been released.... it did not shoot up as it does now but it ouzed out all over my belly and pubic hairs and some on the doctors hand..... I fel it go all over my pubes first of all and the feeling of something hot and sticky also went through my mind......This new feeling inside m belly and groin continued for a while until I felt the last drop of the doctors milk running down the side of my peis which was starting to subside......He took away his hand and wiped it on his handkerchief, leaving me to slow down my breathing and let my penis slunk back onto my sticky belly. After I had lay quietly for a short time, the guilt of it all cam back so strong, I took my own handkerchief and mopped up all the sticky mess. I then got up and put all my clothes back on and ended the game there and then, not bothering to help get the doctors milk out for him...I was still stakeing and feeling guilty and so vert hot and bothered like never before......I made some excuse about having to go and went as quickly as I could.....I felt this feeling of hot.bothered for quite a while afterwards and could still feel some more milk comeing out of the end of my totally soft penis in my pants.......

Of course I went back to play doctors again and really enjoyed my visit to the local surgery with doctor Dave and a few other doctors later on.....I wonder if its that early act in life that I still get some feelings about when now I have to be examined by a real doctor......????

I still love masturbation and often think about that episode when i do it and would love to play that game again, now that i am adult.


I was brought up by very religious and strict parents and never remember being taught anything remotely to do with sex, I wasn’t ever given the “father & son” conversation about birds & bees, and grew up in what could be described as an age of innocence.

By the age of 12/13, I had started to get erections several times a day but had no idea why it was happening or what it was for. I did find out that if I rubbed it enough, I had a very nice all-over sensation, so obviously did this whenever I could. However, every time I did, I experienced an excruciating pain.

My family were reasonably well-off and owned several local agricultural businesses. As a youngster I liked to help around the timber yard, which was managed by a long time friend and ex-army colleague of my aloof father. He was more like a favourite uncle to me although he was no relation. I could ask him anything, knowing that it would be in complete confidence. He often spoke about risque things that I would never hear in my own home.

So with that in mind, I decided to speak to him about my problem one day and gingerly swerved the conversation around. I remember feeling deeply embarrassed and my face flaring with heat, but I eventually managed to tell him that when my penis got hard, I had a terrible pain and ‘was there something wrong with me’?

He asked me to come back to see him later that afternoon when it got quieter, which I did. And in the privacy of his own locked tea-room, asked me to show him what the problem was. I was very aware that this was not something I should do with a grown man, but that’s ancient history now. I trusted him so much that I had no problem in showing him my penis, which was already hard up by then. He explained that my penis was growing bigger and showed me how my foreskin was too tight and that I must practice in retracting it in order to stretch it, adding that masturbation was the best way. He then did something that in any other context would be classed as abuse. He took out his own penis to firstly show me the differences and then he started to masturbate himself, showing me how to retract the foreskin as you go. When he started to grunt heavily, I though he was going to die, but instead shot a long stream of sperm across the floor. I was totally mesmerised by the whole event.

After about 5 return visits to the tea-room where I masturbated in front of him and gave a “progress report”, I was rewarded one day when I felt the now familiar rush, but this time I ejaculated heavily and as I did, I pulled my foreskin all the way back. It felt wonderful! We laughed all afternoon and he gave me my first shot of whisky. It was never mentioned again.

I have to say that throughout that short experience he never once touched me and I never felt scared or threatened. Apart from the demonstration he gave me that first day, he never again exposed himself. We remained great friends right up until he died at the age of 88. I have never been attracted sexually to men. I’m now 63 have been married for 41 years and have two married sons.

I often think fondly of that time and will be eternally grateful to him for “showing me the way”.. I still enjoy regular and frequent masturbation with my very normal, loose foreskin.

I realise my experience may offend modern-day sensibilities and I would never condone it as others of my peers were not so fortunate in similar circumstances, but this was an event unique to me and will always be a fondly remembered memory.


Hi Peter,
I enjoyed reading about other peoples first masturbation experiences on your web site.
I thouhgt I would add a couple of mine if thats ok?
I would also be happy to hear from anyone wishing to chat and share their experiences etc. too.
Thanks again.
Billy

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My first masturbation experiences were with a school friend in the changing cubicles at the local swimming pool. we were about 10ish . We used to share a cubicle and we both seemed to really enjoy getting our clothes off in front of each other.
After our swim we would go to the cubicle and take off our trunks and play a game called 'Your wish is my command' sounds daft but we were young! , naturally enough we had erections from the moment our trunks were off. The first 'command' would usually be to dry each other. We would take our time doing this and paid particular attention to each others stiff little willies. We would playfully compare the sizes of our erections and even played a kind of fencing game with our penises, which really consisted of rubbing our erections together. (wonder if anyone else did this?). The game always ended with us commanding each other to touch each others stiffys (for touch see pulling or wanking!!!) I remember the first time I felt his hands on my penis, it was strange, scary and exciting all at the same time. He rubbed and pulled my foreskin up and down until I felt the most amazing tickly feeling. Of course I know now that this was a dry orgasm, it felt wonderful. I did the same to his willy until he orgasmed too, also without ejaculating.
Needless to say that at every opportunity we had our clothes off commanding each other silly!

My other experience was with my cousin .
When I stayed with my aunt (his mum) I shared a room with him sleeping in seperate single beds. He was 15 at the time I was 12ish.
After the lights went out he used to often lie in bed openly wanking, I could see him doing it as the streetlights lit the room up enough to see everything. This was as far as it went until one night when he was wanking he got out of his bed and came over to mine. I was lying with my eyes half closed pretending to sleep. he climbed in beside me and pressed close to me. I could feel his hard penis rubbing against my leg as I lay on my back. I lay still and his hands started to move down my body til he reached my pants. His hand moved onto my penis which was quite stiff and he started rubbing it through my pants. I just lay there and let him do it. He whisperd do you like that? I never answered, my erection said it all!!, and then he said I think you'll like this too. He slipped my pants down around my knees and wanked me slowly as he rubbed his penis against my leg, I could feel his erection sliding against me. he then slid himself on top of me positioning our hard willies together and he started moving his hips making sure our penises were in contact at all times. It felt really nice, I was stiff and so was he. He put his hands under my bum and pulled our bodies tighter together as he continued rubbing his penis on mine. By this time I was getting the tickly feeling again, no cum at that time, it felt fantastic feeling that dry orgasm as he pressed harder and pulled our bodies tighter together then he made a groan and I could feel his hard penis convulsing as his ejaculation scooted over my willy and belly. We lay like that for a few minutes then he got up and went to his own bed.
That was the first of many times doing that.

I still remember these times and they are a source of excitement and enjoyment to me even now and I am 49.


Firstly thank you for bringing up this subject and allowing people to share their experiences.

My first experience of masturbation was similar to some already posted here.

I believe I was about 13 years of age when I first had my first proper ejaculation.

I'd heard older boys at school discussing what they referred to as wanking. I think looking back I was slightly naive but I gained the knowledge as what to do and so thought I would put it into practice.

I had already become aware of the fact that my penis seemed to have a mind of his own and would without any real control become increasingly bigger and stiffer and on occasion and not at the most convenient time !!

Anyway prior to my first time wanking I had already experienced a couple of what I found out to be later were wet dreams, although I would only really know about it the next morning when I woke with a sticky patch in my pyjamas or on my bed sheets.

So I remember on one particular evening my penis was starting to feel slightly aroused this may of been due to me wearing no underwear if I remember correctly, but I do remember I was wearing loose jogging pants. Anyway I pulled down my jogging pants at the front and pulled out my semi erect penis. At this point I gradually started rubbing my foreskin backwards and forwards. As I did this my penis became probably the largest I'd ever seen up to that point ! After only a couple of minutes of this stroking I started to increase the pace of the rubbing of my hand backwards and forwards, which I think happened naturally. I was really enjoying this sensation when suddenly I started to increase my breathing and rubbed my penis really quickly, I then learched and it felt like my legs were going to give way. I then felt the rush of sperm blast out across my bedroom floor, it felt like an eruption out my penis. I don't know what I expected from wanking but I wasn't sure it would of felt quite like that. Obviously since that first time I had to keep trying to wank to see if it ever felt any different and after over 20 years of wanking I still enjoy a good wanking session, but I'll always remember my first time.

It's funny though, thinking back to my school days although nearlly every boy talked about wanking, none of them ever admitted to doing it !


Reading some of the other articles on masturbation makes me think I was a bit of a late starter at 13 to have my first proper "wank". As every boy does around the time he is going up to secondary school I'd played with myself and got hard, but although I'd have discharges of what I now know as pre cum I just never thought of going further, probably because I didn't know you had to. I think some of my friends must have thought the same because although we used to "play" with each other none of us ever reached orgasm or even masturbated in a way that got us close - it must have been our sheltered up bringing.

A couple of days before Christmas 1974 I was laying in bed and wondered what would happen if I carried on playing with myself. I remember thinking how good it felt and before too long the inevitable happened and I shot a line of spunk up my stomach - being a bit of a late starter I had a good idea what it was, but it was still a bit of a shock. My first thought was think how wonderful it was and my second was what to do to clean myself up. So as not to draw attention to myself and my parents wondering what I was doing wandering around going to the bathroom when it's not something I usually did at that time of night I just left it to soak into my pyjamas hoping that my mother wouldn't notice when she came to clean them.

The next morning I remember thinking how stiff my pyjamas were and then wondering if I could do it again. So, I tried again and I had another wank just to make sure that what I'd managed the previous night wasn't a one off - I hoped it wasn't as it had felt so good. And, sure enough it wasn't as I managed it again and again and again. Over that first week I lost count of the number of times I did it and my penis became a bit sore with all the unused to action it was getting.

Just over a year after this one of my friend, Peter's parents were away for a weekend so another friend, Steve and I spent the night around Peter's house. Needless to say we didn't get much sleep, but that wasn't planned. We'd been larking around, as boys our age did, all evening when we decided we had better get some sleep, which I believe we intended to do until we got undressed and we couldn't help noticing the bulges we all had in our underpants even though each of us was doing our best to hide them. It was at this point that Peter and I just glanced at each other both knowing what the other was thinking and we grabbed Steve and wrestled him to the floor, well he was the smallest, but as we were to soon discover not where it mattered most. Steve resisted at first as I think he knew what we intended and didn't want to be embarrassed, but he soon gave in. Within seconds his underpants were down and we tried to get him to chase us to get them back. I ran downstairs with them hoping Steve would follow but he didn't, but he didn't. After a few minutes I realised Steve wasn't going to come and try and get his pants back so I returned back upstairs and was promptly ambushed by the other two. Needless to say my pants were soon off and Peter soon followed, although he took his own pants off to save being grabbed by Steve and I.

We were all now naked with ridged cocks, but out previous embarrassment had disappeared. Being circumcised I was fascinated with Steve and Peter's uncut cocks and asked them, rather sheepishly, how they wanked. Peter suggested that we show each other how they did it with Steve then added that we do it all together so as one person didn't chicken out. We all then lay on the floor of Peter's bedroom and nervously started to wank ourselves each of us I think wondering if we were doing it the right way, not wanting to be different. Being the age we were none of us lasted that long and I can't remember who came first or last but watching someone else masturbate has been a turn on for me ever since that day. Once we had finished, the competitive streak took over with us seeing how far we had managed to shoot up our bodies, I think I lost but I made the excuse that I usually shot further but I'd had a wank that morning so I had trouble doing it again.

The next morning we were all rather sheepish and the episode was not something that was ever raised again, never mind repeated, unfortunately.


Hi, my older brother showed me how to wank, we lay on his bed naked, I watched him slide the foreskin back and forth over his knob, his cock became big and hard as he slowly wanked it, I did the same watching my foreskin slide back and forth in my hand, my cock began to stiffen and I pulled the foreskin further and further back with each stroke until it was right back and my knob fully exposed, I loved the sight of my bare knob on my smooth skin ( I still had very little pubic hair perhaps that's why I keep my foreskin pulled back shave all over), I soon began to feel a tingle in my balls and cock, I asked my brother why I felt hot and funny down there he said just keep stroking your knob and you will see, the next thing my cock started to swell and pulse and my hand started pumping faster and faster and my dody started to spasm and a jet of white stuff squirted from my cock, my brother was watching as I wanked gave a moan and his cock shot loads of this white stuff over my body and cock, that's called coming he said and the white stuff is called spunk, we lay there for a while looking at our cocks and I played with my cock some more. Happy wanking George.


Mike's personal experiences of discovering masturbation and is happy to discuss with anyone on this or other topics covered in my pages.

I am not sure about my exact age when I made my discovery of a fascinating and fun pastime but linking it to where I lived and my friends of the time I must have been around 10 so that puts it in the early 60’s and before sex became a talked about topic. I had no idea at the time what I was doing or what to call it but I knew it was private and something to keep to myself, at least at the beginning. My very first experience of masturbation and orgasm happened while I was having a bath. It is something that has remained sharp in my memory ever since. I was sort of day dreaming at the time and just messing about when I got an erection, or a stiffy as we called it. I do not know why or what caused my cock to become erect, it just happened and I remember deciding to wash my cock as it stuck out of the water as I lie there. I took the bar of soap and started to rub it onto my cock. I found that the touch of the soap at the end of my cock sent tingly feelings down the full length and made it stiffen even more. I pulled back my partial foreskin and rubbed the corner of the soap round the ridge getting even more effect as I did. I found the most feelings came from an area at the front just below where my pee came out and where there was a valley down to where my foreskin was attached to my cock end. I carried on rubbing the corner of the soap up and down this valley and felt the tingling increase and build in intensity. It felt wonderful so I carried on until it built so much is suddenly felt myself jerking and my stomach wet into a sort of spasm rocking my whole body. I didn’t know it at the time but I had just cum for the first time. There was no sperm or anything coming out, as it was a dry orgasm I had just experienced but it felt exciting and so good, I wanted it to carry on and on but of course it didn’t and my cock went soft and the sensations finished. Next bath time I just had to try it again and in no time I had my erection and those feeling building again and again another shattering orgasm. That was it I was into masturbation and soon discovered I didn’t need to be in the bath to enjoy playing with my cock but instead of the bar of soap I could just rub that spot with one finger and get the same fantastic feelings. With a little practice I started to learn when to stop rubbing to make it last longer but I was not always successful and came when I didn’t want to. Still they were dry orgasms I enjoyed and I knew nothing of what I was really doing I just knew I loved doing it.

My enjoyment and education was further enhanced after I had been masturbating on my own for only a few weeks. I had a ‘best friend’ who was very close to my own age who lived over the road and we went to the same school and spent a lot of time together. We had previously gone through the stage of “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” So we both knew what each other looked like and some of our games involved some “rude” dares. This particular day we were out in the fields near home, stuck for something to do so started a game of dare. Barry had stopped for a pee so I had just challenged him to walk round the small pond we were playing near with his cock out. He did and challenged me to walk round the pond with nothing on. Being the exhibitionist I had no problem stripping off and walking slowly round the pond while Barry sat by the tree watching me. When I got back I saw he still had his cock out but now it was stiff and sticking up out of his lap. When he saw where I was looking he asked if I ever got a stiffy? I told him sometimes, so he asked if I ever made it itch. I asked him what he meant and he started to rub his cock up and down between two fingers and his thumb. He held it about half way down the shaft and rubbing up and down made his foreskin cover then expose the end of his cock. Watching him I soon had an erection of my own so I showed him how I did it using just one finger. Before we had gone too far he suggested I have a go to make his cock itch and he would do the same to mine. It felt so good to be holding his cock and copying his method of masturbating and even better when he started to masturbate me. I managed to make him cum first and then let him make me cum. Neither of us produced any sperm that time but it was the start of an enjoyable period and my first ever wet cum was into Barry’s hand a few weeks later.


I was around 13 years old when I first masturbated to orgasm. Before that, I had played with myself from as long as I can remember (about age 3 or 4) but had no idea that there was even something called sperm or ejaculate. I was a good Catholic boy and of course this was all strictly taboo. Finally one night while taking a bath, I had discovered that it felt very good to play "Tarzan" and simulate a loin cloth with the wash cloth. Of course, I could not just leave the cloth in place but kept dragging it over my penis which was getting rather stiff and erect. All of a sudden, I felt as though I had to urinate and could not control it. My cock was extremely hard and there was no going back. Then came the white stuff. Oh, my God, I broke it! That was my initial reaction and I was very frightened. Around this same time, I developed a terrible itch on my penis and I did tell my parents about that. My dad took me to the doctor who pulled back my foreskin for the first time to reveal the glans. It was disgusting, covered with smegma. The doctor cleaned it off for me and told me that I had to retract the foreskin and clean under it. I never even knew the darned thing would retract before that. My dad was embarrassed that I did not know about this but it was really his and my mother's fault for never teaching me. Later in high school, I saw other boys in gym class and showering after sports and saw that many of them were circumcised where the glans showed all of the time. I began to develop an obsession for the naked penis head and would try to keep mine pulled back as best I could. Finally, in between wife one and wife two (the last), I ended up dating a girl who was a nurse for a urologist and confessed that I really wished that I had been circumcised. She said that her doctor could probably do it on insurance if I just said that I had trouble retracting the foreskin. I was in immediately. A couple of weeks later, I had shed the foreskin and have never regretted it to this day. Contrary to some reports that it will ruin your sensitivity, it has had the opposite effect for me. Yes I do still masturbate and have ever since that first time. It was a true relief when during high school a school chum told the story on himself that he had thought he broke it the first time he came. I guess that is a common theme among many a teen or preteen.


This is Harry's story. He would be happy to talk to other married men who have had similar backgrounds.

I have been enjoying the masturbatory experience for nigh on 55 years. My first experience was with a 'friend' at the age of around 12. He showed me how he did it and helped me along to my first ejaculation. It was one of the best experiences I ever had and is one reason that I continue to enjoy it to this day. The exploratory part of sexuality began with my cousin Leo who was about a year and a half older than me. I can't even remember how we got off on the subject or took that first step, but over a period of about 6 years he and I, at every opportunity, would sneak away or on the sly, explore each other's body through masturabtion and oral sex. Funny, neither one of us ever went so far as to ejaculate in the other's mouth but we enjoyed the 'Big O'. We would take off in Leo's car and drive out into the middle of a remote field at night, strip and become moonlight nudists. We would run around naked in the moonlight and then go back to the car for sexual activities. This continued until we were in our upper teens and went our separate ways through marriage and careers. I often think of him and wish that we lived closer because I KNOW that we would resume our activities. I have an extremely understanding wife who sees nothing wrong with me occasionally relieving sexual tension.


From Francisco

Dear Peter.
I' m writing to tell you about my first experience in masturbation and sure my actual manners of practicing it.

When I was 11 or 12 I used to masturbate the first time of my life. During a shower I had an erection. Sure, that was not the first time having an erection but at that time, I realized a very warm and pleasant feeling between my legs. So I put one of my hands on my scrotum and the other on my penis. That one on the prick, as you probably may guess, moved slowly up and down. I wondered a little what happend, but at the same I enjoyed it. And then, I had my first ejaculation. As told, it was a strange but nice feeling.

Now, I' m a man of 41 years of age who still practices this variety of masturbation. Well, you may ask, is this the only way to enjoy yourself? Absolutely not. I also use two artificial vaginas. One of them is softer than the other, but they feel both quite realistc. I put them on my bed and then I penetrate my penis and then move as like as during a sexual intercourse until I come. Both vaginas may also be used with a vibrating bullet. In this case, I am supined. But instead of moving up and down, I am just relaxed until the moment of ejaculating.

Sometimes, I look in the mirror enyoying myself. But now my most favourite kinds of masturbating. I sit in an arm-chair with spread legs, as you do in one of your photographs moving softly my hands around my cock and ballbag ejecting on my belly. If possible I prefer doing this in the sun. A variety of this is horizontal on my bed or in the sun with spread legs until the cum on my belly.

I also like to be musturbated by a male or female in a bathing-tub or better in a whirl-pool. Since I am bi-sexual the best way of this is by both sexes at the same time.


From Bill:

I am taking your challenge of relating how I discovered masturbation.

As a boy of 14, a buddy of mine, who was a year older, joined our family on a summer vacation on the Chesapeake Bay. We had two weeks to enjoy swimming, boating, helping my Dad with his work around the cottage, and just loafing in the sun. When we changed from our bathing suits prior to dinner each day, as we toweled off, erections seemed to be the norm and we just laughed about it comparing each others to our own. Charlie and I shared a bedroom for the two weeks and we knew each other very well from going to school together and being pals in the neighborhood. Charlie and I always did "stuff" together. However, changing together, sharing a bedroom was a new experience for us.

One night after every one was in bed at the cottage, I was asked very quietly if I ever "creamed." Charlie's bed was only about a foot away from mine - twin beds - so we could whisper back and forth without any one hearing us. No, I had not, nor did I know what it even meant. He asked if I wanted to, and that he would show me if I wanted to. Sure, was my answer.

He asked if I was hard, which I was, and said he would show me what to do and how to do it. And, it really would feel good! Dave reached over and for the first time, someone other than myself, held onto my penis. That itself was pretty cool! The he began stroking me up and down. Slowly at first and then increased in speed. I had a feeling come over me that I had never had before and it was getting better and better. He asked if I wanted him to stop and, 'no, no' was uttered as quietly as possible.

After some time of slowing the stroking pace and picking it up, Charlie asked if I was ready to cum. Not having ever done it before, yes was my answer and he stroked very deliberately at a nice pace that drove me wild. Then it came! First-time cum flew all over the place! My chest was covered, hit him in the face, and next morning we found it on the wall over the head board of my bed. I went into the bathroom to clean up and to see if I was still altogether in one piece since it was dark in the bedroom at the time of the ejaculation.

Needless to say, I was hooked on jackin off! Charlie was my jack-off buddy for many years to come. At my house, at his house, at the cottage, when we camped out, it didn't matter where we were as long as we could get it off. Those were some teen age years, fondly remembered!


From Tim:

I was brought up in a religious environment and had limited exposure to things of a sexual nature. I had a daliance, if you like with a classmate, but it was exploratory in nature and we did not connect touching our genitals to sexual feelings or masturbation.We merely touched each other's penis.

My discovery of masturbation was through having wet dreams as puberty kicked in at about 15. I was amazed at the sensation of this mysterious white sticky fluid appearing in my sheets. I soon discovered the joy of rubbing my cock on a warm hot water bottle. I would move my penis up and down without actually holding my penis in my hands. I only had my imagination to arouse me but it worked wonderfully! I soon discovered that using my hand (I'm left handed), holding my penis with my thumb and forefinger worked well. This is the only style I've used.
My older brother had a stash of soft porn under his bed and I often went in there when no one was home and gratified myself with them. I was thankfully never caught.

No one ever introduced me to masturbation- it was all self taught.

Going to see an erotic vampire film, The Vampire Lovers, focused my attention on the nude female body, and so my love for masturbation and nudity was well and truely set up

I am now in my 50's and happily married and enjoy the pleasures of masturbation even though my wife does not agree or understand. I enjoy porn sites, but find Nudist/Naturalist sites the most erotic and satisfying, along with fantasies involving my wife having sex with other, old men.


From Joe:

I was about 11 y.o. I went to bed naked one night, simply because my mother's washing machine was not working and I had no real clean clothes. The next morning, upon waking, I was erect. It was rubbing on my sheets and it felt SO good. I kept rubbing it when this sticky stuff got all over the sheets. Needless to say, I got dressed and hid the sheets. But since then, I discovered my penis and the wonders it could do. LOL!


From Jonathan:

My first experience with masturbating came when I was eleven. I remember hearing about it but not realizing how to do it.
My grandfather was visiting one time and he had one of those old massagers that fit over the hand. barbers used them. I was in the bathroom one day and he had left the massager there. I put it on my hand and turned it on, it felt good vibrating. I grabbed my flaccid penis and just held it. It felt very good and I got very hard. After a few minutes this very thick white cream started spurting from my penis and it felt out of this world. I couldn't believe the feeling. Scary in a way.
He left without me ever using the massaged again. I started using my have and after a few times I was able to make myself cum.


I first started masturbating when I was about 12, I lived on an isolated
farm and used to go down to the back of the farm in summertime, where there
was a creek which had some small pools ,and one large pool, about the size
of a 10 meter swimming pool in diameter, with a rock ledge, and to get to
the deeper pool I would have to step over some small still water pools.

One hot Saturday morning I went down to the pool to have a swim, arriving at
the rocky ledge, I undressed to my underpants as usual to have a swim, and
then remembered that I had to go out that night and my mother had said not
to get my clothes dirty, and as my underpants where clean, I decided to take
them off and not get them wet or dirty.

This was the first time that I was completely nude outside and I found it
quite exhilarating to feel the warm breeze blowing gently around my naked
bum, penis and ball bag, and enjoyed the feeling of having my penis and
testicular bag hanging and swaying free.

I decided to sit down for a while and let the sun warm me up before
jumping in the water, as I sat there with my legs apart my penis and
testicals where exposed to the sun with the sun warming my penis and
testicals for the first time.

After a small time I felt a slight stirring inside the base of my penis tube
and looked down at it and saw that it had extended and thickened slightly at
the base, and as I kept watching I saw it rise up slowly away from my ball
sac in small jerky movements until it had become fully and throbbingly hard
and erect, I could see, for the first time, the hole in the top of it,
because my foreskin had rolled back down, exposing the pinkish coloured head
of my penis, and the slit in the top had opened up into quite a large hole,
and some small dew drops had come out of the hole.

At this point I thought it was piss and decided to go into the water to wash
my penis, as I stepped over a small pool of water I looked down and could
see for the first time my naked reflection looking from the bottom up, and
saw the underneath of my naked bum, penis and ballsac. The underneath
reflection of my penis sticking out made me stop with my legs spread over
the pool to have a better look, I must have been there for only a few
minutes, but it felt like hours as I looked and admired the stiffness of my
penis and the roundness of my hanging ballsac reflected in the pool.

I looked at the reflections of my naked bum crack, (which had opened up so
I could see the hole in it because I had spread my legs to cross the small
still water pool), and could see the reflection of my very stiff and
throbbing long and hard penis and its hanging ballsac underneath. With bated
breath I put my right hand down to encircle my erect shaft near the base and
put my left hand down to my balls and gently started to squeeze them, I then
started to move my penis up and down so I could see the moving reflection of
the extended length of my penis in the water,whilst moving my stiff penis up
and down, my hand also started to pull the foreskin back and forth, which I
found extremely pleasurable, so I then started to move my hand up and down
the thickened shaft so I could see the head of my penis with its dew drops
coming out of the slit which had become a hole, as it became exposed and the
hidden again, I found that the more I moved my hand up and down the shaft
of my penis to expose the head and its hole, the more exhilarating, exciting
and intensely pleasurable the throbbing feeling became within the length of
my penis, also I found that if I squeezed and pulled on my balls at the same
time, that hugely pleasurable feeling became even stronger within the whole
of my genital area and not just in my penis.

Whilst excitedly watching the refection of my hands squeezing my balls and
moving up and down the full length of my penis, exposing the head of it, I
squatted down so that I could get a closer look at my genitals being fondled
from underneath and saw that my bum crack hole had opened up, so I let go of
my ballsac and started to rub the hole and found that I could enjoy the
feeling of that hole being rubbed as well as the hole in the top of my
penis, but as I rubbed my bum crack hole it became a little dry, so I stoped
rubbing my penis up and down because my fingers had penis dew on them and
used that dew on my fingers as a rubbing agent on my bum hole.

While still squatting over the water so I could see everything that was
hanging, everything that was stiff, and every hole that had been previously
hidden from view, I became exited again and started to rub my penis up and
down the length of it , and rubbed my bum hole with the hand with the penis
dew on it, as the pleasurable feelings became more intense, the finger that
I was rubbing my bum crack hole with, accidentally slipped inside my bum
hole as I was pressing firmly around the hole and over it, because the hole
had become wider and I found that as my finger slipped inside my bum hole,
it made the pleasure I was feeling through my total groin area even greater
than when I was just fondling and squeezing my ballsac, so instead of
rubbing my manhole on the outside, I started to move my finger in and out of
the hole at the same speed as I was stroking my penis up and down, the
pleasure was building up to levels that I had never experienced before and I
could see that the hole in the top of my penis had a lot more dew coming out
of it and coating the head of my penis so that as the foreskin moved up and
down the head more easily, the more intense the feelings within the head and
length of my penis became.

I watched with mounting excitement the reflections of my ballsac, as it
swung backwards and forewords with every up and down stroke on my penis, and
watched my finger slipping in and out of my bum hole, and as the feelings
within my whole groin area intensified I started to stroke both
simultaneously and faster and faster on my penis and deeper and deeper in
and out of my bum hole, until at one point my finger went in so deep in my
bum that it ( what I now know) hit my prostate, the intensity of the
pleasure feeling that I experienced at that moment within the deepest part
of my penis and groin area was unbelievable, it was so intense that both
hands and fingers just seemed to move of their own accord in and out within
my bum and up and down my penis faster and faster until I saw with my own
eyes the hole in my penis head open up and a stream of white fluid jet out
of the hole, and because I was leaning foreword so that I could see the
underneath of my bum area and watch my finger moving in and out of the hole
as well as watching my hand stroke up and down the penis and over the penis
head hole and watching my balls rise up nearly into the base of my penis,
when suddenly I felt an enormous feeling of pleasure and super intense
throbbing at the deepest part of the inside of my bum hole and also where my
penis is deep inside the body, and watched as my penile fluid exploded out
of the hole in the head of my penis and the fluid jetted up and landed on my
face and hair, which at that point didn't worry me because the intensity of
the throbs within the length of my penis and the inside of my bum hole was
the greatest feeling that I had ever experienced.

I watched with exhilaration as the fluid kept seeping out of the hole in my
penis and kept watching my reflection as both hands slowed down the
fingering and stroking until I stopped completely, I then watched as I
withdrew my finger out of my bum hole and watched as it closed up and then
watched with interest as my balls descended down into the ballsac and the
hung down once again, and saw and felt my penis subsided to rest once again
against my ballsac.

Again I must have stayed in that position for only a few moments, but it
seemed to be for hours, as I kept looking at my underneath parts, I watched
as my balls came down low into their sac again, as my penis hung down again
to where it was when I first saw my naked groin area in the reflection of
the small pool.

I am married and have satisfying ejaculations inside and outside my wife's
vagina , ejaculations in her mouth and strong ejaculations when she takes of
my underpants and gets me to lay back and she fondles and massages my penis
and balls with her hands.



From
Ian:

I just want to tell you about my first expierences on masturbation. I was 11 yrs old and i lived in a village and went to the local school where i made good friends with this lad who was the same age and lived in the village. We used to play in the nearby woods and one day he asked me to go back to his parents house to read. As it happens his parents were out and we went up to his room, i thought to read. He asked me to take my school uniform off and lay down on the bed. Thinking it was a bit strange but i didn't argue with him i took all my clothes off and he sat beside me. He was just looking at my naked body then before i knew it he took off his uniform and lay beside me. He took my hand and put it on his penis and he put his on mine. He said to do what he does and he started to stroke it getting me hard and excited. It didn't take long for us to both be hard and juices started to flow. With both of us still hard he asked me to lie on the floor, and we both lay there but with our heads at opposite ends. I thought it a bit wierd and not knowing what was going to happen he put my penis in his mouth, and told me to do the same to his. He was quite big for an 11yr old, but we both sucked each other until we came. It was the most exciting thing ever and we went to his house on numerous occasions to have some fun. We went to the local woods sometimes and stripped off in some bushes and wanked each other off, also did it after school in the shower room and this went on for a few years, it was great fun, and something i will never forget. The taste of sperm was not all that bad, you do it once then you don't mind after that. I still wank regularly and go to a quiet beach some times to get my clothes off and have a play. You can let other people know of this e-mail if you want. my name is Ian 50yrs old.


From Dieter: My first ejaculation

I can remember having erections several times since I was a child. Of course I had no idea why it was happening or what it was for. I didn't pay much attention, it was rather boring to have this stiff penis in my clothes. From age 10 on I was much more interested in my ass, trying to stick all kind of things into my anus. I was reading in the encyclopedia of my parents all articles having to do with sexual themes but had no idea what they meant in reality. I always had erections when I was reading these things. So I was quite familiar with penis, erection, sperm etc. One of my favorites was to give myself an enema where I tried to hold as much water as long as I could. When I was about 13, I was playing that game again in the bathroom. I was so filled with the enema that I had to lay down on the floor to keep it inside. My penis was erect and stiff all the time when I did these things. So there I was lying on the floor, my erect penis under my belly and I was pressing my anus and tigh muscles strongly together to keep the water in my bowels. Then all of a sudden there was a rushing feeling and a surge through my body along with the wonderful tingle down in my groin! I pressed even harder and suddenly my muscles started to contract rhythmically and the tingling feeling grow more intense all of the sudden there was an immense contraction of my groin and I started pumping actions moving my hips up and down feeling that something was spurting out of my penis. The feeling was incredible and I had never had a wonderful experience like this one. When the contractions vanished I was completely relaxed and happy and the urge in my penis was gone. When I had a look at the floor I saw a whole area of whitish gluelike smelly sticky liquid. Surprisingly, I immediately realised from what I had read in the encyclopedia that this was semen and that I had experienced an ejaculation. I was not frightened at all, I was proud rather to have this experience.

The next day I stood in the bathroom again in front of the mirror. I thought about the experience the other day and wanted to relive this feeling. I had taken off my pants and I was looking at my erect penis through the mirror. The tickling feeling urged me to touch it. It was great! So I started to move my fingers slightly up and down the shaft. Oh, it felt so good! I had four fingers moving up and down on the lower side of my penis. It was now completely hard and throbbing. I put my thumb on the upper side of my penis and continued to move my hand up and down the shaft. It didn't take long the same wonderful feeling started again and in a great eruption I exploded squirting semen several squirts against the mirror. It was wonderful. It was even better than yesterday! This was my first masturbation and I never stopped. There was hardly a day without pleasing myself and there were days when I had to do it several times in consequence. I had at that age a recovery time of only a few minutes and could do it again. It could have been a wonderful time, hadn't there been my feeling of doing bad a thing due to my conservative (catholic) education.but since it was not stiff and the whole thing felt good I was not worried or scared. I am now 70 years old and I can still remember these two unforgettable experiences.



From Neil:

So many have already told there own stories about having an erections for the first time. Well hear goes with mine, it might not be as long as some of the others ( letters I mean LOL )

When I first started school I met and made a good friend with this boy, we went to middle school together as well, one summer we were both about 10 or 11, and he invited me to go and stay at his house for the weekend, over that weekend his parents went out for the afternoon, and said that if we needed anyone to go next door and see them.

He was mad on cricket I wasn't that keen, well half way though a streaker ran across the pitch or field or what ever you call it, while that was on he asked if I would ever do that, ( now I was a very fat lad so not a nice sight nude lol ) I said yes why wouldn't he, he betted me that I would not go into the bathroom and strip off and come back and sit in the sitting room, I said only if he would do the same, so off he went to his bed room and me to the bathroom, a few mins I came out of the bathroom and went into the sitting room, he came in with only his pants on, I was naked, he took off his pants and I could see his cock getting stiff, he asked if I ever had the same thing happen, I said yes but I didn't know why but it felt great, by then we were very stiff and we thought we heard some body coming to the door, so he told me to fetch my things and go with him into his room.

Once in we sat on the bed and looked at each other, and we then both felt each others cock, he asked if we could lay down and cuddle each other to see how it felt, when we had he started rubbing my cock so I did the same, we started to run our hands over each of our bodies, exploring our balls, arse, we turned around into what I know now is a 69 position, and he started to lick my balls so I did the same, and then he was playing with my cock again.
What seem ages but only a short while he turned around so we were level with each other again, he asked if I had a funny feeling in my balls I said yes that I did , and did he know why, he carried on rubbing me and me him and before to long, this stcky stuff came from him and all over me, just as this happened I started to do the same but he made it go on me again.

It was great, I still love to feel of cum over me ( not sure if I am allowed to say that ) I still see him and we are not 44 years old.

So much enjoyed hearing about every ones elses story, and look forward to reading more, My photo is on gallery 2.


Kevin writes:

I guess I was about eleven (11) years old. My mother had always told me to wash my penis good while in the shower. One evening as I bathed I noticed I had quite an erection and I also noticed how good it felt. My penis was sticking straight up my abdomen. I rubbed it more and more until I ejaculated. It was the best feeling I had ever had in my penis. I would do this each night as I showered. The only problem was when I would step out of the shower sometime my mom would be doing laundry and notice my rock hard erection. I would try to cover it if my mom or my sister was in the room. My sister was about eight (8) at the time. My sister even played with it once and always wanted to see it because she did not have one. I continued to masturbate until I met my soul mate of 23 years and even now I masturbate occasionally in the shower or my wife jerks me off from time to time. My wife still loves to see me squirt every time. We have a great sex life not only because of intercourse but because of masturbation.


Although I was having sex with girls and an older brother was keen to show me how he masturbated until he ejaculated. It had no interest for me until at 13 I had a Saturday morning job. I had to work with a 16 year old who was Ok one minute and a cruel bully the next. One of our jobs was sorting waste in a shed at the rear of the premises. On the 3rd day he got his cock out and asked me to wank him. When I refused he threatened violence so I took hold of it, it was much bigger than mine, at least 2'' dia' about 7'' long [ I have now been a nudist 40+years and have only seen 2 as large]. Following his instructions, he was pleased after awhile when he shot a great stream of sperm, although he was happy it didn't do a thing for me until after 2 more weeks. After wanking him he said now do yourself. Again thre were threats when I declined so I started to stroke away. Then this shattering sensation! My legs were like jelly as spurt after spurt shot out. Once I got the hang of delaying the ejaculation I would tease him while wanking him before finishing him. Then another lad who had guessed what was happening asked to join us. This continued for about a year until the older lad left. After that 1st time I became wank mad for 2 or 3 years. I still enjoy it to this day, it is a great pleasure that doesn't cost anything. An 80 year old widow nearby likes to watch me wank Best wishes Art.


Adrian's Voyage of Self Discovery

My definition of masturbation is sexual self-pleasuring and, contrary to most men's experiences on this page, it was a self-discovery made at a very early age. I've worked out that I was 4 years old and 50 years later I can still vividly recall the experience.
It was summer and I woke early before my mother was up. I think it must have been a heat wave because I had no pyjamas on. It was sunny outside and some innate desire urged me to want to go naked in the garden so I crept to the back door, turned the key to unlock it and stepped outside. The frisson of the air on my bare skin was immediate and I proceeded to explore the tactile sensations of my nakedness - rolling on the lawn, sitting on the stone wall, brushing against the shrubs, and running around. Like a previous correspondent Vince, my mother had a metal clothes-pole that I loved to climb but now, with my legs wrapped around it tightly, the thrill of shimming up the pole took on a new dimension as my tiny, erect, penis pressed against the cool, smooth metal. The sensations were delicious and I pulled myself up and down, deliberately rubbing my shaft against the hard surface. I didn't experience an orgasm obviously but the pleasure was exhilarating and initiated me into a lifetime of autoeroticism.
Frottage became a regular activity but I only recall it taking place in bed. I would lie face down moving my hips from side to side, rolling the underside of my penis against the mattress. A few years later I began to experience dry orgasms that took me to an even greater level of pleasure and eventually I began to produce small quantities of semen. At the age of 12, almost overnight it seemed, my libido became rampant and my penis enlarged dramatically in size and seemed to be constantly erect and demanding attention, which I duly gave it. As well as the tactile pleasures I was fascinated by the visual appearance of my mature phallus and my technique changed to manual manipulation so that I could observe it in all its glory.
Up until then I had remained sheathed when pleasuring myself but now I discovered the sharp sensitivity of my bare glans when I retracted my foreskin. I had to be furtive for fear of discovery but I felt the need to celebrate my whole body and living in a rural area with dense woodlands provided the seclusion to do this. I was aroused being naked outdoors - feeling the sun, wind and rain on my skin and going barefoot - and I would walk around, climb trees, and lay down on the ground - all the while stroking and teasing my throbbing erection. I couldn't relate to friends attitude to masturbation as a perfunctory way of satisfying an urge. To me the feelings were ecstatic and I revelled in the joy of prolonged stimulation.
Shortly after I began these alfresco sessions I experienced my first powerful ejaculation and now understood the terms "shooting, spurting, and squirting" that I'd heard. My activities gradually evolved into what I would describe as ritual body worship where I would preen and pose outdoors, creatively exploring new methods of stimulating my penis. When I later had my own flat I was able to enjoy similar ceremonial occasions in indoors but alfresco self-pleasuring has always had a particular resonance.
My sex life with my 27 year partner has ceased now but I still relish solo sex. We both admitted to masturbating occasionally when alone although I have never revealed my true level of devotion for self-pleasuring.


From Mike

My first experience with masturbating was actually a Gay one. Wait let me tell you that I'm not circumsized and i was about 10 or 11. Well anyway I was hanging out with one of my friends from down the street when he was telling me about this website that had naked women all over it. of course I wanted to see it. so the second his mom left we went to the computer and he started showing me. We both got erections and of course see what we were supposed to do with them. So We both pulled are pants down and our dicks popped out. He thought my dick was the weirdest the in the world. So on this website we saw them sucking on them. We looked at each other and made a mutual decision we should at least try it. He gave mine a quick lick and it felt great. Then I started sucking on his and he kept moaning and finally he came a little and I spit it out immediately. I asked him to do it to me so he started sucking and pumping by dick it felt so good. Finally I came and felt amazing. Then we started making out with each other it was the best. And I still masturbate today and I still do stuff with that same guy, but i still do stuff with girls too, I actually like girls way better. Well thanks for reading.


Hello Peter.
With reference to your article on discovering masturbation, I was really quite young when I first discovered masturbation; in fact it was before I could even produce sperm. I would lay on the bed naked and of course fully erect, I would then lay the soft bed spread over my pillows.

I would then lay on top rubbing my cock up and down, the sensation was fantastic, after a short period I would actually dry orgasm; sometimes I would do this two or three times, enjoying every minute of it.

As for discovering my initial method of masturbation this happened quite by accident, from memory I was in my bedroom lying on the bed one morning naked of course. My parents had gone out so I used to take every opportunity i could get to get naked, I was erect and was rubbing on the sheets, however, this did not feel as smooth as I would have liked. I then took the bed spread and laid that over the pillows, this I remember felt great and rubbed my self up and down; before I knew what was happening I came to an orgasm without sperm of course as I was still very young, after this amazing discovery it became a regular pass time for me.

As I got older of course and got to the stage of actually producing semen, I used to go to a private local wood where I used to go nude. This always got me aroused, I guess it was the fact of being naked in a place that one should not of been in that I found exhilarating, but again I would be aroused a good deal of the time, and before getting dressed I would always masturbate. It did feel good to do this outside with the sun on my naked body.

Martin


This is masturbation experiences from Frank in South Georgia, USA

My first recollection of deriving pleasure from my penis was around age 9 or 10. At that point, it was nothing more than a few of us boys in the neighbourhood showing each other our dicks. It was not uncommon for us to stop to take a pee when we were wandering in wooded areas, so we had seen each other's dicks at various times. But, we began to make a "game" of it even when we didn't have to pee. I guess it was the excitement of having our dicks out of our pants outdoors or indoors just to show off. We teasingly stroked our dicks as if aiming a pee stream at each other. If we got hard, we didn't have any real association to it.

I had toyed with my dick while lying in bed at night for as long as I remember. After showing off with the other boys, I'd still be a bit excited and my dick would get hard recalling the earlier events. I found it pleasurable to stroke my smallish dick and found that the longer I did, the better it felt. I knew nothing about ejaculation and didn't have one at that time.

About the time I turned 11, an older boy of about 15 in the neighbourhood approached me. I was a bit leery because he had a reputation as a bad boy. He did nothing threatening to me and offered no more than an opportunity to explore an old garage together. Little did I know what he had in mind. After exploring a bit, he said he had to pee and asked if I needed to pee also. He flopped his dick out and aimed his pee stream against the wall of the garage. I took my dick out and started peeing also, then put it back in and zipped up when I finished.

Of course, I could see the other boy's dick and the pee stream, which was no big deal since I had seen most of the other boys. This boy's dick was larger and it got even larger while he was peeing. I couldn't take my eyes off of his dick and he seemed to enjoy me watching him stroke it bigger and bigger. He asked if I knew about jacking off and I said I didn't. He asked me to stoke his dick, which I did for a moment. Then, he took his dick back in his hand and finished masturbating and ejaculating. I wasn't quite sure what to say or do, but he seemed satisfied that I had watched him jackoff.

After that episode, I became more eager to see if I could do what I had seen him do. The event with that boy was never repeated, for some reason, but he gave me a lot of insight into the pleasures of playing with one's dick. I can't say that I played with mine any more than before, but I understood the objective much more clearly. Very soon, I began to ooze a drop or two of semen when I stroked my dick until I thought I couldn't stand it any more. Before seeing the other boy cum, I always stopped stroking my dick when the feeling got too intense. When I felt how good it could be, I tried to cum every time I masturbated.

It was about that time that I realized my dick was starting to get bigger. Before long, my ejaculations became larger and I understood how to jackoff for more pleasure. I never had much pre-cum but by letting my cum flow back down over my dick the intensity was fantastic. Needless to say, I had developed a whole new appreciation for my dick!

The other boys I played with all the time noticed my dick getting bigger when we would pee together. They ranged in age from one to about three years younger than I was. Since my dick was getting bigger, they admired it and some of them touched it, especially when I got hard. One day when we were in the woods and had finished peeing, I kept my dick out and stroked it until I was very hard. I dropped my shorts to feel more fresh air on my body and stroked my dick until I shot a nice stream of cum. The boys were amazed and asked how that happened. I explained that's what happens when a boy's body is ready and he strokes his dick long enough.

By the time I was 12, I had a nice bush of pubes and my dick was almost 7 inches long. I played with my dick as much as I could, probably too much, but it felt too good! The other boys and I still liked playing with our dicks together and they especially enjoyed seeing me cum. One of the other boys would jackoff with me but not cum. Then, one day, I had jacked off and he kept stroking until a couple of drops of cum oozed from his dick. He was excited and I felt good for him!

Those types of events continued until my parents bought a new house and we moved when I was 13. There were a couple of boys around my age in the new neighbourhood but I didn't know how to approach them about what I had enjoyed with the boys in my old neighbourhood. I enjoyed solo masturbation a lot, so I wasn't really missing much! There was a wooded area near the house and I enjoyed being able to go to a secluded area and taking all of my clothes off to have a jackoff session.

I had become more interested in girls by this time in my life, of course. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), while I liked to make out with them, I had no idea how to get started on intercourse. Most girls wouldn't go all the way during those years anyway. I got to feel some breasts and a couple of them let me play with their pussies. After a nice make-out session, I could hardly wait to get alone so I could jackoff and relieve my hardon.

After finally getting my dick inside my first pussy at age 19, I was hooked! When I could have “real sex”, it was great but it didn't stop me from masturbating frequently. A few months after getting my first pussy from a long time girlfriend, I began to date another girl. We soon became lovers and I really enjoyed the regular sex. I still had to jackoff occasionally because it felt different and I could control the feeling better. Of course, the more I learned about intercourse pace and methods, it was fantastic!

I'm now 64 and still have the love affair with my dick! My first wife would watch me jackoff when she was in her period and sometimes she would stroke me off. My current wife and true soulmate has no issue with me masturbating, although she's always ready for a nice session of sex. I've jacked off in front of her a few times but the usual way we watch me cum is for me to pull out when we're fucking in the missionary position and shoot my cum on her tummy.

Another pleasure I've enjoyed a few times is having a male friend watch an adult movie with me. It takes little time for a man who is straight as can be drop his pants and stroke his dick in that situation. I've never considered that type of situation to be even remotely 'gay', just a couple of men doing what we men do all of our lives.

Thanks for reading my life story about masturbation.
Send me an email if you'd like to share with me.

Have a look at Frank's photos in Visitor's Gallery 4


Hi its Roger from Texas again just thought I would share my masturbation story with you for your website.

Unlike most guys I learned to masturbate on my own. I didn't know that it had a name or if anybody else even did it. I saw it as just a little game I did with myself. I got my first erection when I was bout 10 years old. I was talking a shower and I was washing my penis and balls, when all of a sudden my penis began to grow and my foreskin began to retract. I am uncircumcised and I had never really had a good look at the head of my penis before, so it was quit a site. I didn't really know what to do with it so I left it alone and the erection soon went away. A couple of months later, on my 11th birthday of all days, I was watching Saturday morning cartoons and I got an erection. I happened to be laying stomach down on my bed and when I reached for the remote my penis rubbed wonderfully between my stomach and the bed. This felt very good so I began to move forward and backward seeing as the faster I did it the better it felt. Eventually I felt this awesome feeling that I now know to be an orgasm. I also realized that this awesome feeling came with some white sticky stuff. So I went to the restroom to clean up and even though I wanted to experience the feeling again right away I decided to try it another time because my penis was pretty tender. A couple of days later I decided to masturbate again, but this time in the shower. A soon as I started washing my penis an erection appeared. I began to stroke my penis and before I new it I had ejaculated again. As you can guess I suddenly enjoyed taking showers a whole lot more after that! When I was about twelve I decided to share my game with my cousin that was 2 years older than me at the time. When I told him I excepted a "wow" or a "I never thought of that", you know some kind of praise for having discovered something so wonderful. But of course he wasn't a bit surprise and new all about masturbation. He told me that it was called jacking off and that he had been doing it for a while now. He even told me that all guys did it, even my dad! He then went on to tell me about some things he had discovered that made masturbation more enjoyable. Like rubbing your ball sack as you stroke, or tweaking your nipples a bit as you stroke. I of course tried both and have been tweaking my nipples, rubbing my sack, and stroking my penis happily ever since!


My first recollection of masturbating was with a friend of mine. We were both around 9-10ish at the time.
we would go to the swimming baths together and as it was the old style swimming baths there were separate changing cubicles, not large chaging areas like now.
We would always share a cubicle and we would show off our lttle stiff cocks to each other when we were changing into our trunks in a kind of giggly schoolboy way. But the real fun would start when we were getting dried afterwards. We used take off our trunks and help to dry each other. We made a game of it and one of us would say 'your wish is my command!' and the other would say something like 'dry my back slave' or something like that and the slave had to do it Of course these commands got naughtier the stiffer our willies got. Like 'touch my willie' or 'let me touch yours', etc. and so on. We would end up rubbing our cocks together, we called it 'willie fencing' and we rubbed them against one another til we got the tickly feeling or dry orgasm you used to get before puberty. We couldnt wait to go to swimming as you can imagine. That was my first experience of masturbtion, although maybe not conventional, it was fun.

Billy


Hi Peter,

I'm happy to tell you about my first masturbation...

I grew up on a farm, with few friends, and so I had few opportunities to learn about sexuality and masturbation. As you alluded to on your website - can one learn to do it by oneself?

At any rate, as far back as I can remember, I got erections frequently. My earliest recollections are of my mother bathing my year-older sister and I together on Saturday nights, when we were about 4 or 5. I'd always get an erection, and although I didn't know what it was for, it sure felt good! I'd stand up in the tub and wag my hard little willy around, and when my mother came in, she never scolded me or told me to stop, but would pick up my sister in a towel and take her off to her room, telling me to 'finish up' or something...I remember that I wanted to go first! But then she'd come back for me, soap up her hands and spend lots of time washing my erect penis! And rinsing it with warm water...then, she'd lift me out of the tub and spend lots of time drying me real good, rubbing my hard pecker raw with a big, white towel. Finally, heaven, as she'd spread Jergens lotion on her hands and rub it into my cock.

I well remember standing there in that steaming bathroom, my cock feeling so good that I thought it might explode, gazing down at my mother's full breasts rocking back and forth in her blouse as she gently jerked me off...

I never 'came' or experienced any sort of orgasm, nor can I remember my mother ever taking me into her mouth, but gosh, it felt good! To this day, I still love to jerk off with Jergens!

I never feel any 'guilt' or anything - How was I supposed to know we weren't supposed to be doing that? Finally, she'd lift me up and take me to bed, giving my still rock-hard cock one last good squeeze as she tucked me in. Then it stopped, and I never knew why, nor did I ever have the opportunity to speak with her about it. She remained my best friend and confidant - the wind beneath my wings -until the day she died. (In a subsequent email Jon thought that someone - probably his father - must have found out what was going on and put a stop to it, darn it. With the innocence of youth, he never felt any guilt or shame - he just loved it! Like you, getting an erection and masturbating is still a very important part of his life.)

A bit later, when I was 5 or 6 years old, my sister and I and our only two neighbour kids would go off into the woods to play show and tell, and I always got an erection when it was my turn to 'show.' I still didn't know what it was for, but it sure felt good! As I recall, the other boy didn't get an erection, so my sister and the other little girl delighted in comparing us...until we got caught, and Lordy, I didn't understand what all the fuss was about!

Not until junior high, when I was about 12 or 13, did I ever really jerk off. A bunch of boys were standing about, talking about how far they 'shot', and I had no idea what they were shooting, so of course they made fun of me. Thankfully, one of the boys named Brian took me aside and asked me if I ever play with 'your, you know, your penis.' I said sure, all the time, but it never shoots. He said, 'next time, don't stop when it starts feeling all tingly, but keep on going and see what happens.' Wow! I couldn't WAIT to get home, and good thing no one was there, because I walked in the door sporting a HUGE erection, and went right to the bathroom, locked the door, dropped my pants and began cranking my cock, staring at it with new-found admiration! Soon, I was WAY over the edge, where I normally stopped - don't ask me why; I don't know - and kept going, very tentatively. God, it felt good! Then a strange contraction or convulsion ripped through my cock and balls, and another, and then a great gob of hot, sticky goo shot from my cock and splattered on the mirror across the sink! Holy shit! I actually thought I'd hurt myself and stopped! Next day, I told Brian, and he said 'no, no, don't stop - it only gets better!' Boy, was he ever right...

In high school, I could shoot halfway across the room, and my sweetheart delighted in jerking me off, seeing how far I could ejaculate! We'd drive around after school in my old jalopy while she jerked me off, and I could often shoot clear over my shoulder into the back seat. What fun!

I'm happy to report that she and I have been married for 46 years, and she still delights in jerking me off, or watching me do it. We love to masturbate together, and I'll nurse her big, beautiful breasts while I jerk her and myself off...we've only recently discovered that tweaking MY nipples makes my cock incredibly hard, and she delights in doing that as we make out like the high school sweethearts we once were, and all the while I'm jerking myself off to the most intense orgasms I've EVER had! Viva Viagra! Life is good.

If you use this, feel free to include my email address.

Love your site.

jon


From Brian:

I seem to remember being around 12 years old, and used to walk to and from school, and on the way home, I sometimes walked back with a 6th former who I knew.. On this occasion, as we got to his house, he asked me if I wanted a glass of squash, to which I replied yes, so we went into his home and he made the squash and we went up to his bedroom and sat on the bed. He said he was going to have a quick bath, and if I wanted to look at any magazines, there were some in the bottom of the wardrobe. I looked in and found some body building magazines with photos of muscle men wearing the tiniest of briefs. I had never seen anything like this before and I have to admit I found it rather erotic and exciting. After a short while, he came back into the bedroom, wearing just a tiny towel around his middle. I should explain here, that he was 6'4" tall and very fair haired. He asked me if I liked the photos and I said I did very much, and with that, the towel dropped away to reveal a very white, long (must have been 6"), thick and uncircumcised soft cock. Without realising what I was doing, my hand went up and I put it around his cock. It started to twitch and get hard and and he told me it was normally 8 3/4" when fully hard. Up to that time I had never seen a fully hard cock, only the boys at school in the showers, a few getting a semi, but nothing like this beauty. I eventually took my hand away and he then grabbed the hard shaft and pulled his foreskin right back to reveal an enormous cock head. He then asked me if I knew how to wank off. I said no, so he said you get your cock hard then rub up and down the shaft (he gave a short demonstration) and said eventually you will get a white liquid shoot out.
That evening, when I went to bed, I stripped off, stood behind the beroom door, thought of the guys big cock, got myself hard and started to wank. It seemed ages, I almost gave up, before I suddenly got the most fantastic feeling in my cock, and with that a big spurt of spunk shot out of my cock head and hit the wall opposite - it must have been about 7 foot. The following spurts being much less so, and landed on the floor.
It was the first and most wonderful wank I have ever had by myself, and can rememebr it just as if it all happened yesterday.

I hope you enjoy reading it, and needless to say, I often went back to his house, often with another of his friends, and was shown some other things that guys can do together.


Here's my story from Hans:
My first sexual experience goes back a long ways. I don't remember everything, but what I do remember is still deeply engrained in memory. When I was 6 years old we moved into the county 6 miles from the town I was born in, in Austria. About that time I noticed I could pull back my foreskin a little. My mother never said much about it but I started pulling it back even though it hurt, but it gave kind of a new feeling touching my penis. Sometimes it would get kind of stiff which really surprised me. I didn't start masturbating until I was 10 but I liked fondling it.
There in the country I started grade one with kids I couldn't understand because the country dialect was so different. The kids teased me about my pronunciation and I felt very isolated. However, this one girl was nice to me and we sometimes walked home from school together. Also, there was one boy who lived nearby. I was very shy and never exposed my privates to anyone, but this one day this boy said he had to go and walked down the ditch beside the road to relieve himself. I have never watched anyone do that, so I was so curious and got that funny feeling in my groin just watching him.
After school was over in the spring we didn't see much of any of the kids except one day I met the little girl on the road. By that time I was 7 and she was still 6. It was a sunny day we were walking along a creek in the country. We were so warm she suggested we take a dip in the creek. I thought it was great except I had no bathing trunks and she no suit either. She just suggested, "we're all alone. We can just take all our clothes off!" My heart kind of skipped a beat and thought,"why not?". She quickly got naked and I more slowly and then we went in the creek. It was warm too and we stayed in quite a while. When we finally got out I looked at her and noticed she kind of enjoyed that. I had never seen a girl naked before. I just had one brother. I noticed she liked to look at me too, so instead of getting dressed we just lay down in the grass naked.
She looked more at me and finally asked if she could suck on my penis. I was shocked at first and when she kept asking I said, "OK". My heart started pounding, because I somehow thought this was wrong, but it felt REALLY good. I don't remember getting hard, but she sucked for a while. I still remember so well the feeling! Then she said it was my turn. I really didn't know what to do, but she coaxed be just to lick between the legs. She seemed to really like what I was doing even thought I didn't really understand why.
After a while we got dressed and went home. Soon after that we moved to Canada and I never saw her again. All these years the memory has stayed strong. It wasn't until 5 years ago that a girl sucked my penis again….It was heaven!
When I got to grade 3 I made friends with a boy from Holland who already had a job at a farm. One day while walking in the woods he told me how his farmer boss showed him how to make his penis hard and that it felt so good. He said you take your penis between your thumb and 2 fingers and rub up and down. This was new to me. So, that evening I tried it for a long time and I didn't feel much. The next day I tried again and suddenly got this funny feeling and my body shook all over. I got really scared and vowed I would never do that again. Well, the next day I just had to try if it would happen again…. Well, I've been doing it almost daily ever since….


Peter,

I would like to share my experiences of masturbation.

Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed caressing my penis. When I was very young and didn’t understand such matters I used to lay on my stomach and rub my penis against my mattress until I experienced a very pleasurable sensation. I was too young to cum but I would do this as most nights until one day I noticed some sticky liquid emerging from my penis. I was curious and soon found that when I experienced this pleasure I also leaked this white milky substance. It was only later that I discovered the knowledge of erections, ejaculation and orgasm. But from that moment I was hooked on masturbation.

When I reached puberty and found out that my friends were also discovering the pleasure I often explored the pleasures of masturbating with them. I recall we would find a secluded place in the woods near where we lived and would strip naked and compare the sizes and shapes of our penises. It didn’t take long to realise that penises came in all shapes and sizes and some were circumcised. One of my friends had a large penis – it was truly long and thick, and I was even then envious of such a penis. It was quite a shock to see a flaccid penis so long and thick and reaching half way down his thigh. It reached such staggering proportions when erect I thought at first he had some rare medical condition and was a ‘freak’! I later discovered that my own penis was of generous proportions but at the time I felt rather inferior in comparison.

It didn’t take too long before we would masturbate or ‘wank’ together to see how far and how much cum we would shoot when we ejaculated. I remember one summer holiday we would go for a ‘wank’ most days and by the end of the holidays I experienced the touching of another penis and having mine stroked for the first time. Even though I had masturbated countless times, the feel of another penis was surprising. It was a penis, but it was not the same as mine. Size, shape, and texture were different. After a few minutes of stroking each other we both shot our loads. I found it very sexually exciting to have someone make me cum and being able to reciprocate.

I continue to masturbate on a regular basis and it hasn’t diminished with age or being married. Although my wife has become accustomed to my enjoyment of social nudity she remains mystified why I should want to publicly display my penis. She finds my occasional involuntary erections had to understand as well as my fondness to caress my penis when I’m relaxing. She knows that I masturbate regularly and that I derive great pleasure from it. She understands that my desire to masturbate has no bearing on our sexual relationship, and when I masturbate to orgasm in her presence she isn’t offended. More often than not she welcomes it as an alternative to sexual intercourse.

Feel free to add this account to your website.

Kind regards

John


Chris's Story:

Basically, I learned about masturbation from my older brother. He and I shared a room for over 15 years and he obviously hit puberty before I did. I don't know where he got them, but he has a nice selection of adult magazines hidden in a secret panel in the closet. I came home from school one day and I guess he thought nobody was due home soon, because I walked in on him naked and in full motion. There is no way he could hide what he doing and I noticed he got angry in expectation of me laughing or something. Actually I was very curious what he was doing and asked him. Once he realised I was sincere and was not going to ridicule him, he explained to me what was happening. I was shocked but very interested to say the least. It was not long after that I decided to join him and I guess you could say we became "jerk buddies!" It's strange really, cause we grew up in a very religious household and I would actually feel quite embarrassed and ashamed after each orgasm.

Well, I'm 39 years old, and married with 2 kids, but masturbation has always been a near daily routine for me. I'm on my second marriage now and she fully understands and supports my daily need. It doesn't effect our sex life one bit, so my second wife is very supportive of it. She masturbates as well, but her's is very sporatic and she keeps it more private. Over the years I have masturbated in the presence of other women and men. I'm not homosexual, but I will at least admit that watching another man pleasure himself is very erotic.

To satisfy my curiosity of whether I was possibly "bi-sexual" I let another man pleasure me once. While, yes, I was able to orgasm I still new in my own mind that there wasn't an attraction there. I do know that I can be a bit of an exhibitionist; although I think MOST Nudist/Naturalist have that side to them.


First Masturbation - from John

I started masturbating when I was 8, although I did not know exactly what I was doing. I saw my dad showing my uncle a magazine, which they would not let me see. Being curious I watched where my dad put it and worked out how to get to the top shelf of the wardrobe when he was not there. H & E and Penthouse as I discovered and so started my regular fix, with me pressing my very small cock, whilst looking at the pictures. I wasn't actually masturbating in the traditional sense, but I was touching myself whilst looking at the pictures. As this was 1961 all of the magazines were airbrushed; no pubic hair and certainly no genitals on show.

I regularly visited my father's hiding places and saw the changes in the magazines and the allow ability of genital display. It was a great journey!! When I was 16 I found three sets of prints with the magazines. Amateur hard core porn. I was left alone at home over an Easter holiday and wanked on and off for five days from Thursday night until monday morning. That was my first experience of a very sore cock! Twelve times over the long weekend.

However, I was 10 before I realised that I could not pull back my foreskin, and then only after watching several school friends wanking down by the river after taking our 11+ exams (it was about three weeks before my 11th birthday. A few of us had played a game of feeling each other by putting our hands in the others pockets and touching our small erections, but seeing a group of boys all wanking in different and moving their foreskins back and forth was enlightening.

After that experience I started to try and retract my foreskin when soft, but pulling my skin back and forward only made me hard. This made the chance of pulling back my foreskin very difficult and frustrating. I used two hands to pull at the foreskin, both thumbs and the first two fingers on each hand. I usually soaped up to help with lubrication. In retrospect a mistake as it made my penis dry and less supple. I probably did this for two or three months before starting a different approach. I grasped my cock with one hand, half way down the shaft. and pulled down stretching my foreskin, whilst also pulling the top of the foreskin down with the other hand. The extra pressure started to stretch the foreskin to the point were I could just see the head of the penis through the excess foreskin.

At this stage, I was starting and stopping to let my stiffy subside as I was not going to get the skin back over an enlarged cock. Frustrated, I started to pull up and down one handed to stretch the skin whilst I was hard -Eureka, the most pleasurable feeling I had experienced. After two or three more sessions in the bathroom over a five day period trying to get the skin to retract I went to my father's stash of adult magazines and started browsing. The usual erection gave me an opportunity to start the one handed stretching, but also led me to the next level of masturbation. Soft porn and one handed pulling led me to discover the true joy of masturbation.

I continued with my stretching exercise but masturbated every time I could get to the magazines. After, several months I was stretching in the bathroom, standing in front of the sink when I experienced a rising sensation from the base of my stomach and felt hot and went red faced. My legs went week and and I grasped the sink. I had moved on to the next level and was experiencing heightened feelings of pleasure. This became the norm, whether I was stretching or wanking. Intrigued I started to read the magazines and learnt about sex and, more importantly, masturbation. I was now an addicted wanker and remain so to this day.

Just passed my 12th birthday I hit the jackpot after several false starts. I was in the bathroom stretching and I reached a stage where there was sufficient play in my skin to half retract the skin over the head of the penis. By now I preferred just to wank one handed and did not retract the skin. I pulled up and down faster and faster massaging the head through my foreskin. The pleasure was increasing as usual, but it did not plato as it would normally, the sensations became more intense building to my first dry orgasm. As I came my legs buckled my eyes rolled and I collapsed to the floor panting and in shock. What the fuck was that I thought? I waited five minutes and then started again, but it was painful. My first thought was I had damaged my small cock for good.

Over the next few hours I kept testing my cock until it no longer hurt. Relieved I was not damaged I vowed not to do it again. Four days later and looking at my dads stash I went back on my vow. The dry orgasms lasted for several months and usually had the same debilitating effect on me. I'm not sure when I started to shoot cum but it was probably around my 13th birthday. I remember celebrating England winning the World Cup with a wank and getting cum on the centre spread of one of my dad's mags. Prior to that the cum leaked out as my foreskin covered the tip of my cock. That was the first time I had shot with the head partially retracted.

This experience cemented my love of wanking and as soon as I could buy a magazine (I was 15) I started shooting over the pages until the magazine was firmly glued together. I love masturbating and it remains my favourite hobby. I like to do it, read about, talk about it and watch others doing it.

If anyone would like to
contact me to discuss wanking I hope Peter will put a link on this article to allow you to do so. I have many experiences to discuss and share

John


Delights of Masturbation from Chris

I had always had an interest in my penis, I found it a source of delight. I knew that girls didn't have one and boys did!
I was probably about 11 and winter when I got my first erection, up it sprang, hard as iron, all on its own. Now there must be a reason for this so I let my hands explore, tracing my shaft and feeling my (small) balls.
This is fun I thought. Then it happened again, and again and again, each time with the same feeling going on and getting the same pleasure. One night I laid in bed and realized I could make it grow hard just by playing with it. And finding I could make it hard I kept it hard for what seemed like hours, stroking and feeling until one night I had a spasm, my body rocked and I thought I was going to explode but so very pleasurable, in fact so much so that I repeated it again.
Soon my nights were spent in getting hard, stroking and exploding. I did now about making cum as I'd had an experience a year before with an older lad but I didn't think I was ready, then whoosh, out it came, my first ejaculation, sticky and strangely flavoured.
Well there was no stopping the flow, but only in bed, it didn't occur to me at first that this could be something that happened in the day!
Summers were spent running in fields and skinny dipping weather permitting. The first time I went skinny dipping with a younger friend I couldn't wait to strip off, swim with him and then show him how I could "make it stiff". He was fascinated so much that I laid on my back and continued my hand actions till I shot a stream of cum up over my tumid, chest and face. His face was one to remember. All that summer whenever we could get away and get naked he wanted me to see if I could make him go stiff while he played with me and got me to cum. By the end of the summer he was able to get erect and have dry orgasms while getting me to shoot over him.
The next summer, both proficient, we played with each other and upped the game.

Well what did happen to us after that first experience?

I have to confess that wanking did become addictive to both of us, the joy of watching the other cum, seeing how much there was and how far it would go was the way many hours were wasted. Not content with watching each other wank away we did for each other, as we got older explored other areas like nipple teasing and bum fingering, funny how a finger fuck can make you cum we thought, but those joys are now all explained. By the time we had "dropped", become hirsute we were taking more time with out games until one day it became oral! We were in a field and I was working away slowly on my little friend (well not so little these days) when I thought I saw a grasshopper in his pubic hair, put my head down to look, he arched his back and there it was on my lips "Oh hell" I thought "go for it", which I did. The excitement of him being down my wet warm throat and he climaxed so quickly that before I realized it I'd swallowed. So that added a new dimension to our fun.
Then came last days at school and out ways parted, he went up north and eventually got married and had five kids and I made the mistake of marrying my work and substituting wanking for love!
However I dont regret a thing abut my life or even my early masturbating days which were, it the truth was told, great fun.

Throughout my life I have been a man in search of pleasure, I have masturbated many different ways and in many places but none capture those first moments of realization that a hard cock can give so much pleasure and make cum!
I'm more than happy to share my email addy and would love to here from other guys about their early years of sexual fulfilment.

Chris.


Hello Peter,

I recently discovered your site while surfing the net and what a great it is, I have spent many a happy hour looking at it, must say I'm impressed with your erection in all the pictures, does it ever go down? You may want to use this or just discard it.

As most of the first timers are mainly from men I thought I would share my first experience getting naked and masturbation with you, as a young girl nudity and sex were strictly not discussed in our house.

When I was about 14 one of my mother friends was a keen armature artist and asked if I would pose for a portrait for, all innocent enough and my mother agreed. The lady in question called Ethnie was around 40ish, attractive and very bubbly.

After several sittings Ethnie produced a really nice portrait of me, which I still have to this day, after she had finished the portrait asked me if I would be prepared to pose nude for her, I said I was not to sure about that but she assured me that as the portrait had gone so well it would be fun, after a little more persuasion I agreed, Ethnie did say she did not think it would be a good idea to tell my mother, I didn't either.

When I arrived for the first session I was very nervous never having been naked in front of anyone else before I had never even seen another naked body. Ethnie took me into her little studio and suggested I strip off, I was still not sure about this but she soon had all my clothes off, I was now totally naked and a little shy, Ethnie said there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that she often did not bother with clothes around the house or garden and enjoyed being naked. She said what a great figure I had (at 14 I was not that well developed but did have a fair amount of pubic hair) and not to be shy, I was posed on an old sofa with some chiffon drapes. After about an hour we had a break Ethnie asked if I was comfortable being naked and I said I was really enjoying the sensation, she said would I mind if she striped off as well, soon she was completely naked as well, she had large boobs with big nipples, nice legs and she also had lots of pubic hair, I was fascinated never having seen anyone else naked, we spent the rest of the session with both of us naked which I really enjoyed.

Our next session was the following week, I could hardly wait. When I arrived Ethnie opened the door already naked, it did not take me long to strip off, when I was naked Ethnie came and put her arms around me and kissed me saying she was really pleased I had agreed to pose for her, the feeling of her naked body pressed against mine was a new sensation and sent a shiver through me making me quite excited, Ethnie asked if I liked the feeling of our bodies touching and I had to say yes, she also asked if I masturbated, I had to say I did not know what she was taking about. With that she said she would show me, she kissed me again and placed one of my hands on her boobs and rubbed until her nipples started to stick out, all this was stating to make me feel a little giddy so she sat me on the sofa and put her arms around me and gentle massaged my neck and my small boobs until my nipples became erect, all this was making me very excited, gradually her had worked its way down my body until it reached my pubes, she spent a good deal of time just massaging them until she gently slid her fingers between my legs and began to gently massage me, she proceeded to do this until I had she brought me to my first orgasm, I thought I was going to pass out.

That was how this wonderful woman introduced me to my naked life style and to mutual masturbation, we continued our relationship for a good many years until she sadly passed away, whenever we met up we both got naked and satisfied each other needs, from that day to this I never wear underwear and spend as much time as I can naked.

I am also fortunate to live next door to a couple in Surrey, similar to your self where the man frequently gardens in the nude and often sporting an erection, but that's another story.

Kind regards
Sarah.


From Dave;

I was about 12 when I was introduced to the idea of masturbation by a new friend of mine. He was 12 also and had just moved to the area. We pal'ed around for months, just like boys do. He had a single Mom, and she was much much more liberal than my Mom. She told him all about sex, told him that masturbation was normal and good for you, and she was a nudist so she had a few nudist magazines in her room. So, one day he's telling me all about masturbation; how it's done etc. I go home that night and try it. Sitting on the toilet and wanking my still hairless cock. I recall not relating the act to fantasy sex or anything like that; and after a while I started getting this weird feeling. It scared me, so I stopped.

Next day he asked me what happened, I told him and he said it's suppose to feel weird. Keep stroking it and it'll feel real good and white stuff will come out the end of my penis. So, that night again I gave it a try while sitting on the toilet. The weird feeling started again, I kept stroking, and finally I had this rush of pleasure and stuff shot out of my penis and onto my knee and the floor.

I had my first orgasm and ejaculation. Well, it wasn't really white, it was more like a thick, clear liquid which after several more ejaculations it later turned milky white.

Next day at school he asked me how it went and I told him it went well. After that I masturbated almost daily. It was my after-school project before my parents got home from work. A few months later, it was summer and school was out. Both my friend and I had our houses to ourselves all day. One day I walked to his place so we could go swimming at the local pool. He invited me into his room and showed me one of his Mum's nudist magazines. Wow ...that was the first time I'd seen full frontal naked women, except the few times I'd accidentally seen my Mum get out of the shower. So, my friend and I pulled off our swim trunks sat on his bed, looked at the nudist pictures and masturbated. It was interesting seeing his hard cock, it was smaller than mine, uncut, and also hairless. We both ejaculated, cleaned our spent seed, put on our trunks, and went to the pool. It was pretty much as casual and matter-of-fact as stopping for ice cream, then going on our way.

We didn't do anymore together for several days, then one day after swimming, we stopped by my house for cold drinks. We went into my room and took off our damp swim trunks. I was sitting at my desk reading a comic book and he was standing beside me looking at the book. At that age, I was getting an erection if a breeze hit my penis; so it was rock-hard; against my tummy. My friend's was hard too, but sticking straight out. I was curious because he was uncircumcised, so I reached out and stroke him. We when went over and sat on the floor next to my bed and played with each others cocks. Guess I was the horny one, because I recall ejaculating while he was stroking me. I returned the favour and found it real stimulating. We got together a few more times at his house, looking at nudist magazines, and stroking each other. It was lots of fun, and we never connected it with sex. It was just play. Sad to say that after that summer, his Mum got a job out of town and they moved away. It was about 15 years later that I had another chance to join in mutual masturbation.


Ken's Story:

I'm not quite sure of my age but it was around 15 i think (late starter) by looks of it.
Well the lad next door & I used to play dares in our local park & dare each other to flash our cocks etc & to walk home in the dusky evenings with our cocks hanging out of our pants etc.
One particular evening we were in the park & the light was fading quite quickly & the lad next door was standing facing me & he had a massive hard on. His cock was about 5 & half ins long thick girth & was circumcised. He was facing away from the road that ran through the park but was facing me direct so I could see it all. He was stroking it up & down & was getting faster & harder & making groaning noises as he was enjoying it so much. He asked if I had ever wanked before & I admitted i hadn't. I could feel my cock getting hard as I watched him wanking & it wasn't long before he gave one bigger burst of hand movement & groans & as he stiffened his whole body up he shot 2 or 3 spurts of spunk out the end of his cock which landed on my shoe funnily enough. Then he took his handkerchief from his pocket & cleaned himself up & put his cock away.

Well we then walked home and all I could think about was him wanking. When I got home I made an excuse & went to bed early as I was still living with my mum & dad . I got undressed & into bed and immediately started to play with my soft cock although I was only 15 ish I know my cock was a lot longer than the lad next doors when it was hard but not as thick, & mine wasn't circumcised either. Anyway I was thinking about him pulling what he had of his foreskin back & forth over his helmet & I could feel my cock twitching & growing stiffer & stiffer as I stroked it mmmmmm. I was getting quite a lot of nice sensations from my knob end and continued to stroke it a little faster now & gripped it a little tighter too. I continued to play with my hard cock and was wanking at a steady speed & every so often I stopped as I got a fantastic feeling in my knob end which went away when I stopped. Then as I re-started to wank it came back after a minute or so even stronger. Well I did that for what seemed ages but must have only been 5 or 10 mins max then as I had these strange feeling cumming right up in the knob end I couldn't stand it any longer & carried on stroking a little faster and then this orgasm took over my whole body & I tensed right up all over with the cheeks of my bum tight together I suddenly climaxed. MMMMM it was scary but also sooooooooo nice then as I pulled the sheets back off me i could see a small pool of clear liquid on my leg & 2 big circles of wet on the sheet & the mattress cover & the end of my cock was all sticky with stuff cumming out of it still. Well I was absolutely knackered by now as had been wanking quite hard for a good 5 to 10 mins and the orgasm had taken it out of me literally lol.

Well that was my first recollection of me wanking & after that I did it as often as it was possible & I still do now at 58 years old but like to do it on cam nowadays so others can benefit from watching me & I also find it a big turn on being watched so if you want to watch let me know thanks, Ken.


Oh Peter, this is a delightful subject. I still enjoy masturbation till this day even though I have sex with woman. It is such a enjoyable feeling that I have to do it several times a day. When I first discovered the joys of orgasms was when I was about 10 also. I remember lying in my bed and one morning I started to touch my little penis. I fondled it and all of a sudden I felt something go through my body. Such a pleasurable feeling you can't describe. I then felt my bed being wet. It was sperm that came out of my penis I realized. From that time on I wanted to have that same experience. I also discovered that my penis get erected and easy to rub. From that day I was com-pulsed to play with myself everyday. Then I used to fantasize about girls but never seen what they look like. I remember boys and girls, still at school, going into a park and I wondered why? I went to the toilets in the park and saw these plastic balloons lying around with sperm inside. This was my first experiences with sex.
At a later stage in my life, fully grown, I used to go to gay bar's and then to the toilets, where a I always found a guy letting out water. I used to stand next to him and observed how both of us got erected. Then I would play with myself, and so does he, till we both produce sperm. I am not gay to mention it. I used to enjoy doing it together with someone. I went there often and we would masturbate together. I still masturbate to this day, especially in front of a mirror, because I love to see my penis erect and it gives me great pleasure.
Peter, this is my experience I have with this pleasurable activity. I will always do and I enjoy to do it together with others. I enjoy your website Peter. Regards. Henry


From Marcus:

I suppose I started early around the age of 10, at least that’s when the touching started in the bath, it just felt nice. At age 11 I moved to boy’s school and was introduced to mutual masturbation in the toilets, this didn’t last long as we moved house and so school. I was regularly masturbating at this time whenever I could. The next school was mixed and nothing much happened here, apart from being introduced to company of the fairer sex. Before that was explored any further I was moved to another school more suited to my abilities was the reason, it was a boy’s grammar school. Not much happened to further my sexual education until it came to the swimming sessions. We would go down to the local baths for this, being so many of us at one time we had to share changing cubicles and that’s where the first nude encounters occurred. Seemed strange to start but curiosity soon took over. It was while towelling down one day one of the boys had an erection and kept drying it as it appeared, I was fascinated and started to get aroused, he then dropped his towel and openly started to pleasure himself, my erection now was aching and I had to join in, we watched each other intently until we reached a climax. This was very exciting to me and the other boy said it often happened in the cubicles. I couldn’t wait for the next week to come round for another session, for the next few weeks similar happened until one week a boy touched my erection and said he’d do it for me, I didn’t stop him and returned the favour after he made me cum. This carried on for a few years, until girls took pole position so to speak. The only other teenage happening was when me and a friend went camping, we talking about girls and sex when he asked me what part of a man is most like a woman, being naive I was clueless ( I know now) he didn’t push it and said did I fancy a wank, so we settled for a pleasant little session.
I still continued to masturbate through my adult life and still do even in my sixties. I enjoy it in all forms with both sexes, watching, doing and giving. I have often thought of forming a masturbation club where people can enjoy each other pleasuring themselves or others while being observed and so on.
If you have any thoughts on this please feel free to
get in touch.


Peter,

I just recently discovered your page and want to thank you for maintaining it. I really enjoy all the information about the penis and about one of my favourite activities...Masturbation. Hope you can add my first time experience to your webpage.

The first time I ever masturbated was at age 12. I had been aware of increased erections and was mystified by the occasional wet dream, but had never really been overly concerned about about my penis. I started growing pubes at age 10 and by the time I was in the 7th grade, I had a full, thick, dark bush and my penis had already grown to within 1" of its fully developed length. Our house was small and we had only 1 bathroom, so I had seen my dad and older brother naked numerous times, tho not with erections. My penis at age 12 looked very similar to theirs. Also, around age 10, I had seen my 16 year old cousin erect, and mine was nearly identical to what I remember his as being.

In the 7th grade, we were required to take Physical Education (or gym) class. Afterwards, we had to take showers, which was done as a group. I was very apprehensive about getting naked and showering with 40 other boys, but I really had no choice. The first time, I was really surprised by what I saw (or rather DIDN'T see). Back then, most kids did not reach puberty as early as they do today, which I did not realize at the time. When we were all naked and going to the showers, there was only a handful of us guys who had hair "down there." Those who were without were openly staring and gawking at us which made me very self conscious. It was at this point that I started getting an erection, which caused even more stares. There was no way to hide it, so I proceeded to take my shower and return to my locker to get dressed....erect the entire time! Fortunately, this was my last class of the day so I did not have to hang around for ridicule.

The next day at lunch, I was sitting with 2 of the "hairy" guys from my class and we were talking about things. One of them asks me and the other guy if we ever "beat our meat." The other guy smiles and says he does. I had heard the term and had an idea what it was about, but no real idea of the details. I told them I wasn't sure, so they explained it to me....what it was, how to do it, etc. I was kind a sceptical and didn't believe them at first, but both of them were telling the same story, so they convinced me it was real. I was really excited and hard for the rest of the day. After school, I headed straight for the bathroom when I got home. I got naked and sat on the edge of the bathtub and started stroking my already hard cock. I had fondled my penis before and knew how good it could feel, but the longer I stroked it, the better it felt. It didn't take very long before I started to feel a fullness and pressure building in my pelvis that I had never felt before. I really didn't know what to expect at the end, so I kept stroking. I soon erupted and shot a white string that nearly hit the opposite wall. It was a bit of a shock and the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced.

That happened over 40 years ago. I have masturbated regularly ever since that day, tho with lesser frequency when I was at the beginnings of new sexual relationships with new women. Also, there was a period of a few years when I was more nimble and limber that I could self-suck about 2".

David


From Bry,

I,ve been visiting your site for some time and thought it was time to add to it so after reading some of the masturbation stories I decided it was time to share.

I'd enjoy hearing from anyone wanting to share more experiences.

Well I was born in southern California in the early 60's. I've noticed most of the readers who added stories were in the 11 year old range, well I found out what fun I could have with the thing between my legs when I was about 5. Every Saturday morning before the rest of the house was awake I would be up and watching cartoons. My favourite place was to lay under one of the end tables right in front of the TV. Even though I wore pyjamas I never wore underwear under them so there was just that thin material between me and the floor. I discovered how good it felt to rub against the floor.

It was the same every Saturday morning, I'd get up, close the door to the hall then quietly sneak out the back door, pull my pyjamas down and pee in the yard then go back in and take up position under the table. One morning I didn't get up soon enough to go out and pee before cartoons started so I just went and lay under the table. I had to pee so bad my little dick soon was stiff and had me squirming around which was feeling pretty good. First commercial I ran out in the back yard and pee'd. Soon after that incident I would tweak my dick around till it was hard then would rub it against the floor.

One morning I forgot to re snap the middle snaps on the front of my PJ's and when I went to rub the fly opened up and my dick was right against the carpet. This felt even better so from then on I would open the front till I would hear the hall door open. Yea a few times the snaps didn't snap and the fly would be open for all to see but most of the time nothing was said.

Spent many Saturday mornings watching Bugs Bunny, Sylvester and Tweety, Elmer Fudd, and the Road Runner while happily up on my elbows humping against the carpet. Even got brave and started pulling my PJ bottoms down to my knees. When I did it this way after rubbing awhile I would get this nice warm feeling all over. On occasion one of my Match Box cars was pressed into service when I would be outside playing. I would sneak out the side gate and pull my pants and underwear down and hump against one of my toy cars. Of course anyone walking down the side walk in front of our house could see me I didn't really think about that.

One day me and my friend Mike were playing on the side of the house when Mike said he had to pee. He just stood up pulled the front of his shorts down and pee'd right in front of me. I don't know if I was more interested in seeing him pee or seeing his dick. Once he finished I told him I had to pee also. Even though Mike just pulled the front of his shorts down I was still always pulling my stuff down to the ground. So I stood up and pulled my pants down to the ground and pee's in the same spot Mike did. I think we both drank a gallon of water just so we had a reason to pee in front of each other again.

It was 2 years of pretty much the same thing between Mike and I. During the winter Mike's parents had a pool put in. When summer vacation started I was at Mikes house every chance I got. One day his mom asked if I wanted to stay for lunch. I said I would so she told us it would be ready in a few minutes so Mike and I got out of the pool and dried off. Mike said to follow him back around to the change room they had along side the house where he took his swim suite off and stood in front of me completely naked. He said mom won't let us in if we have a wet suite on, as he wrapped a different towel back around himself. I figured she would make an exception since I was a visitor. As we got to the door she said to take them off. I told her I didn't have anything else to put on. She gave a little laugh as she said like you are any different than Michael is. So back over to the change room we went and off came my swim suite. Mike said look so I did. He had his towel open and had a boner. He wrapped the towel back around himself and handed me another towel.

After we finished eating his mom told us to go play in Mikes room a while before we went back in swimming so we did. When we got into his room Mike just threw his towel on his bed and asked what should we play with Legos or Lincoln Logs. We decided on the Legos. The whole time Mike just stayed naked. I kept thinking if his mom sees he is gonna be grounded for life. Well not 2 minutes later in walked his mom. All she said was to make sure we picked up all the pieces when we are done, then she said you don't have to stay wrapped up in that towel. As soon as she left the room Mike was trying to pull it off me and didn't quit till he wrestled it away from me.

Once he did he kept me pinned down and wouldn't let me up till I agreed to not wear the towel while we were in his room. It felt really strange to be sitting in Mike's room naked especially since at home the only time I got to be naked was in the bathtub and then as soon as I was out and dry it was into PJ's.

After a while his mom told us we could go back in swimming if we wanted. We went back out to the change room but all Mike did was get his other towel and threw it on the chair by the pool and jumped back in the pool naked. I stood there for a minute before Mike said come on chicken. I told him we were gonna get in trouble. He jumped out and went to the back door and yelled to his mom and asked if we had to put our swim suites back on. I heard her tell him we didn't have to.

I had been swimming since I was 6 and never knew how much different it felt to swim naked as it did with a swim suite on. This all started when I was 7 and went on till I moved away 12 years later. I kind of took it as a learning experience. I have never been able to figure what has happened to society and the hang up about nudity. I learned how to swim at the YMCA with probably 10 other naked boys. We didn't care about being naked we were having fun.

I have been a single parent raising a son who I am very proud of. One day several years ago I caught him and his little friend from the neighbourhood playing show me yours in his fort. I vowed the day my mom caught Mike and I that I would never react the way she did. I went back in the house and called out that I needed to see him for a minute. He came bounding into the house and asked the usual whats up dad. I told him what I had just seen him and Ben doing and that I wasn't mad or upset but instead of him hiding I would rather he be open about it. I told him to go in his room and take his clothes off then he could go back out and play. I got the biggest smile out of him as he ran to his room and ran back out naked then out the back door he went.

Well if anyone wants to hear more just drop me a line, have several years of stories to tell.


Take care all,
Bry


I was probably about 13 when I first masturbated. My sister watched me, and we were both scared at the amount of semen that erupted. I was afraid it would not stop, as it just kept spurting from my cock. That was also the first time I tasted semen, as it flew into my mouth on the first few spurts. Since that time, I have ate my own semen many times, and other people's.

I have had erections at nudist gatherings, with no bad comments. In fact, I was chatting with an older lady, probably in her mid seventies, and got hard. She was dressed, doing some needle work. I saw that she would steal a look at my erection from time to time. After I got soft again, she stood up and took off her clothes, showing me a pair of breasts that looked like those of a twenty year old woman. My cock got hard again, and she gave me a big smile, in appreciation.

It used to bother me to get an erection around others, but as years went by, not only have I got accustomed to it, but enjoy being so fully exposed. When I visit my mother and I am nude, it doesn't bother either of us, when I am erect. In fact, I am proud to be able to show her how stiff my cock still is at my age.

I enjoy the pictures of the olympic style of tying the cock, and I will be doing this today, to see how I like it. I believe the next time I get together with friends, I will tie myself like this, and tell them of the practice in the old times. It looks like it will be a very good thing on our hikes, and I won't be a bit surprised to see it catch on.

Ric


From David,

Hi Peter, I love your pages. I would like to tell you about my first masturbation. I was 13 at the time in 1966, I was lying on my bed one afternoon and started to play with my small hairless penis, it was getting quite hard quite quickly, and had a wonderful warm glowy feeling all over , never felt anything like it before it was fantastic. I started to grip my penis harder and rub faster when I realised my Mother was watching me through the door, but I couldn't stop, I felt this overwhelming gushing in my hard penis and balls and the next thing I knew I had this white stuff all over my hand penis and balls, the smell of it was quite pleasant too, my whole body was pulsating and I didn't know what was happening, then my Mother came in and gently cleaned my penis and balls saying "David, you are now a Man", which was lovely.


How Mike discovered Masturbation

Masturbating is something most of us do, but its not something we usually talk about,so I am grateful that Peter has this webpage . *:) happy From about the age of 10 I can remember being aware of my erections, mostly in bed, when the heavy bedding would rub against my groin.I used to think it was funny that my cock would get hard ' for no reason', and would reach down with my hand to feel this warm firmness between my fingers. It felt nice, but at that age I did not try anything remotely close to rubbing myself. It must have been when I was about 12, and was enjoying having the bath all to myself, and not having to share the bath water with my younger brother. I was lying out flat in the massive bath, enjoying a soak in the hot water, and up till that day had never retracted my foreskin to clean myself.

I felt compelled to try and pull the foreskin back, and see what was hiding under it. Being right handed, I reached down and innocently started to slide the foreskin back. At that stage my foreskin was a bit tight,and pulling it back felt strange, but a very nice strange. For the first time I was seeing the glans covered in my smegma, and did not know what I was seeing.At that age I did not even know it was called a glans. My finger tips soon cleaned it off, and it felt very sensitive.

It felt tight , so I slid the foreskin forwards and backwards again to relieve the tightness. The foreskin was now VERY tight as my erection had started to grow, but I managed to slowly pull it completely back, and the roll of tight skin then got stuck behind my engorged glans forming a tight collar.Infact the very tightness made my cock feel even more tingly, and was so stimulated it had grown fully erect. All 5 inches of it were now throbbing in my fist.

So there I was 12 years old, lying naked in the bath with my self induced pulsating erection filling my fist and loving the feelings flooding through me. Human nature took over , and I masturbated myself for the first time. It felt so wonderful lying there naked and playing with myself, in privacy, enjoying all these new highly erotic sensations. The pleasure built up , and up ,and finally I came with 5 or 6 spurts onto my chest. It was not proper adult sperm as I now know it to be.

That was the first day marking the start of a beautiful lifelong relationship between my right hand and my cock. Masturbation was something new I enjoyed at each bathtime from that day onwards. I have carried it into my adult life, and continued it even when in relationships as I enjoy it so much. Masturbation is an importnat part of my life as I have needs which need to be satisfied, and masturbation meets my needs without fail. My wife knows I masturbate but does not comment on it,even though sometimes the sheets on our bed gave the game away as I came in bed and let it squirt freely.Sometimes I use a sock when it is time to come,and then put it into the laundry basket in the morning.

I discovered the joys of swimming nude about 10 years ago, and also the joys of masturbating outdoors in remote coastal areas. On the few times other nudist men have chanced upon me masturbating, they have not asked me to stop. I enjoy the sight of others masturbating, and see nothing wrong in consenting adults masturbating with eachother, believing masturbation is not a crime. It is the giving and receiving of pleasure.If you want to label me as bisexual that's fine. In some countries there are masturbation clubs, and masturbation parties for men and women to freely participate in . Would be happy to discuss anything in my submission on masturbation or anything else discussed on Peter's facinating website.

Mike


Bob's Story:

Peter, on your website you ask people to share experience of first masturbation. Here is mine.
I was 14 at the time - a late developer- and though I had tried masturbating I never achieved an ejaculation though I found the practice enjoyable.
My school friends were all boasting of how often and where they wanked so , being a typical teenager I kept quiet and out of such conversations.
I went to the local outdoor pool with a friend from the village who was a year younger than me and after a fun afternoon larking about we found we had to share a changing cubicle.
Somewhat self consciously we took off our bathing trunks and started to dry off. As we did so we both started to erect and after initially trying to hide this from each other we just both held our cocks and looked at each other. The atmosphere was what would now be called homoerotic . In a halting voice my friend asked me if I wanked. When I said no he just said 'watch this ' and proceeded to show me how. So I joined in and to my great surprise I suddenly came to a feeling partly of pain, partly of satisfaction that at last I had come and partly of
guilt. I suppose I felt that I shouldnt be doing this in company.
However, he came too very soon after so we cleared up and went and bought a copy of a nudist magazine from a back street paper shop which we ogled in a wood on the bike ride home. Both of us erected again but couldn't come again despite trying.

Bob


Mat's Story:

I'm a bi married guy, we are both bi and nudists. I started masturbation when I was about 11 and enjoyed ever since, while not being a substitute for the real thing I have always found it most enjoyable, my wife and I enjoy mutual masturbation regularly also when we have been on nudist beaches with friends, we find it most exciting to see others doing same whether they be gay/bi or striaght, and excellent prelude to sex. I have a few nudist male friends who I meet and we have mutual sessions. Onto another subject I have used Sildenafil on occasions for firmer erections and find it great, it increases my penis greatly, it takes longer to reach orgasm but it is so much more intense and I seem to produce more sperm, I take it at least one hour before and sexual activity.

My first memory of masturbation was at the age of 11, I can remember getting erections but never really knew what to do only that it felt very pleasant. One day I was passing my parent's bedroom the door was slightly open, I peeked in and could see my father masturbating, I kept watching hoping he would not see me, I can remember getting an erection and stroking my penis under my pants while I watched him, I was amazed at the size of his penis compared with mine, I watched his movements getting quicker and quicker suddenly I could hear him gasp as he orgasmed onto a towel he had placed on the bed, I remember the feeling which came over me I was shaking I found it so exciting, I could feel my hand getting wet, I had never experienced anything like this before, I went to my bedroom and looked to see a little clear fluid on my hand and my pants. I knew I wanted to experience more, I had heard my friends at school talking about wanking but thought it was something not to be spoken about.

The following day I had arranged with two friends to play football in the garden after school, they had previously talked about wanking, when they arrived we chatted and I told them I had seen my dad wanking, I tried to make out I had been wanking for a long time, then the subject of the size of each other's penis was brought up, we went to the garden shed to compare, one boy the same age as me was quite small, the other boy who was a year older was much bigger, I was on the small side then, we all started wanking to see who could shoot first, the oldest boy shot first, I thought it was quite a lot of milky white fluid all over the floor, the younger boy was next just a small dribble of fluid, I was last, I was amazed as I shot a fair bit of white sticky fluid, this was my first experience of a real orgasm and ejaculation of sperm, I remember shaking and I was sure my face was scarlet. We continued regular meets for wanking sessions.

I am 67 yrs old now and still enjoy masturbation, whether it be alone or with my wife or other nudist couples we are friendly with, I have always enjoyed a high sex drive and masturbate at least once or twice a day. I use a fleshlight at times but nothing is a substitute for penetrative sex or another male or female hand.


Yue from Asia:

When reading the section about self pleasure (wanking) I thought I would like to share my story with you. The memory was always there and I have to say I was scared shitless!

I was 7 and growing up in the early 80s, my best friend is a boy called Ming who is the tallest boy in the class, a bit of chubby and he is not very good at learning, people used to pick on him because of his slow manner and scruffy looks, and I was about half size of him, for some reason we get in well and became friends, he is 2 years older than me (I jumped one grade, not I am showing it off) and developed really early, I remember he used to show me his pubes and he was worried that because he didn't wash the part properly so it start to grow hair. One day, he said can I help him with something, and he wanked in front of me, when the sperm came, he said that's the problem, was he going to die? That's the first time I saw sperm and I actually tasted it and told him that's ok, it's not blood. The same night when I got home, at night I had my first wank, however there is nothing came out, so I decided to searching books in the school library, so we both then know it should ending with sperm Pop out, ever since, I can't help but pleasure myself every night and hoping that I can have sperm come out of my penis, but not until when I was 13 it happened for the first time and I was relieved and pleased.


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