Where was your go-to place when you first started masturbating?

Growing up I almost exclusively masturbated at night in bed.

My parents never said anything about it, so I openly did it all over the house.

It all started in my room, just while laying on the floor or later in my bed. Later, even during school lessons (see some of my posts) and under the shower.

My bedroom or the upstairs bathroom. I felt fairly safe that I wouldn't get caught it was an old house and the stairs creaked. I could hear my mom coming up the stairs.

"Have your parents ever caught you masturbating behind the pantry door?"

"No."

"Great place to hide, isn't ist?"

In my treehouse

Almost always in the shower. Sometimes I did it in my bedroom at night but generally I waited until I was able to take a shower or bath before doing anything.

At first it was always sitting on the floor of the shower because it was the only place I was sure I was going to be by myself.

Mine was the bathroom mainly our back half bathroom cause it locked and I shared a room with my brothers growing up so I didn’t have much privacy till later on.

My bed. Either early morning or at night when retiring. A few times during the day when home alone ( or so I thought!)

My bedroom. I shared a wall with my parents' bathroom, so I would always listen through the wall when my dad was on the toilet, or when he was taking a bath. Often heard rhythmic splashing while he was in the bath, which I took to mean that he was masturbating.

Ever get caught jacking off in the closet? You say no, I respond, good place, isn't it!

Nearly always in my bedroom. We did have internet toward the beginning of my jackoff career (got it when I was 14, maybe?) but the computer was in a fairly public area so whipping out my dick wasn't practical (not that I didn't massage my bulge through my jeans). I would usually read some erotic stories or view pictures (bandwidth for videos wasn't there yet) and then run upstairs to my bedroom to finish the job, usually ejaculating into a tissue that I would then flush in the toilet. Other than that, I usually jacked off at night, in bed, with just my thoughts for fuel.

I remember the first time I had 100% confidence I would be alone for a few hours and actually jacked off at the computer. It was wild because it was a public place AND I did it in a seated position (I had only ever cum lying on my back up until that point).

My bed

My bedroom! Luckily, my parents bedroom was downstairs, so neither of us would disturb the other.

Definitely my bed at night. Rarely any other place or time.

Bedroom or shower wherever I had privacy .

Honestly, when I discovered masturbation, it was in the bath tub, and for a few years after, it was either there or with my two friends in my friends "treehouse"

My closet - true story. 😂

Eventually, I moved to the bed like a normal person. Except there was one very memorable moment when I was a teenager and just HAD to get myself off in the middle of the day so I “hid” under my bed to do it. And good thing I did because my dad walked into my room unannounced while I was doing it! Very difficult to explain what I was doing under my bed in the middle of the afternoon - pretty sure I made up some story about looking for something I’d dropped behind the headboard. 😅

@tmitrue

I have a similar story about not being caught exactly, but having to explain why I was where I was.

I would masturbate in the bathroom, usually in the shower or sitting on the toilet. I was taking a while and got a cramp, so I stretched out on the bathroom floor. My mother called my name and I reflexively yelled "YEEEESSS?"

Thank goodness she didn't try to barge in, but she asked, "Why are you laying on the floor?" I played it off as nausea but to this day I'm not sure if I sold it. Maybe she knew and didn't want to have to deal with it.

My head was 6" off the floor and a foot from the door. Oops.

In childhood, from about ten years old and during adolescence, at night in bed, sometimes I felt the urge at midday and in the bathroom

I found the bathtub one of my best places to masturbate, as I was already expected to be nude and there was plenty of potential lubricants. But there was a risk of being caught, as my mother would come in unannounced occasionally. So I'd just have to keep an ear listening as I stroked and be ready to "adjust". I remember being almost caught more than once, one time in particular the door opening not long after I finished, before I had a chance to rinse the mess off me. I told myself it was easily mistaken for water or suds. Lol. Later on, showers became more frequent than baths, so recreational activities moved there, but had the same risk.

Like most others, my bed was the other option, depending on timing. I found self pleasure to be a great way to finish the day, or if I woke up with the itch... or if the urge hit in the middle of the day. As I got older and braver, I relocated night time urges to downstairs. I think the risk of being caught added to the thrill, quietly creeping downstairs nude and taking care of business.

... As I got older and braver, I relocated night time urges to downstairs. I think the risk of being caught added to the thrill, quietly creeping downstairs nude and taking care of business...

That struck a cord with me @Jimmybobo. The thrill of being caught is a great turn-on.

In the summer I often wore loose fitting shorts without underpants. Great for spur of the moment games of 'pocket billards'. I remember riding in the backseat of the car on a trip with my parents sitting up front. I'd carry on a conversation with them as I played pocket billards. Just try making your voice sound normal while you're having an orgasm.

Mostly the bathroom and shower. Only place I could really get privacy in my house. Both anal and regular masturbation were easier to prep for and clean up in the bathroom.

We had an unused garage that had a broken down car in it. That was the spot. I remember hot summer days where I would just sit in the back seat and relentlessly jack off, covered in sweat. Interestingly the car never really smelled bad, at least to me. It had a beautiful musty smell in there that I can still imagine to this day. One time someone can in while I was actively stroking. I just stayed still and went completely unnoticed. Of course I masturbated almost everywhere else too, but that's the place that comes to mind first.