Who taught you to Masturbate?

Sad to say, I didn't have any friends that got into masturbation early-on. This resulted in me being "self taught" over a few year period until I perfected my techniques. It also meant I endured more than a few wet dreams in my HS years. Such a sad waste of good ejaculate!

I was at a boys boarding school from the age of 11, and frequently saw the older guys jerking off. I was 12 when I first ejaculated. It is now 50 years later and although every day my wife and I have sex or she gives me a blow job or both, I still jerk off nearly every day.

What follows is a condensed version of several stories that I had written about my childhood experiences. The story is all true. I hope it’s too long for a post.

My Mom started giving me weekly enemas at about 7 or 8. I found them quite fascinating and unique. I began to come into puberty at around 10 or 11 and with that came more and more frequent spontaneous erections. My early erections were just kind of an embarrassing part of life. They always seemed to come at the most inopportune times.

My brother was 5 years older than me and had his own life and apparently saw no benefit in educating his kid brother. While I had not discovered masturbation, I had from time to time found that playing with my erection would produce a nice feeling albeit, frustrating. By in large, this playing felt really nice, but eventually just led to wearing out my arm. I had been caught touching my penis a couple times by my Mom and in addition to being embarrassing to be caught doing it; she explained to me that it was not something that I should be doing. I’m sorry, but there was just nobody in my family in the 1950s that was willing to give a kid a break.

Then one day I was at my cousin’s house across town, and we got into some Green Apples and my Aunt gave my two cousins and I enemas together. I had two boy cousins, that were 9 months and two years younger than me, respectively and when we were all assembled for our enemas I go my first opportunity to realize that enemas were just part of life for boys. I was the last to get my enemas and when I was done with my enema, my aunt told me to go and lie down in the bedroom with the older cousin for an hour. I went down the hall naked as we all had reported to the bathroom for our enemas sans clothes. When I walked in I was surprised to find my cousin lying there on the bed playing with his erection. I of course still had an erection of my own and soon we were both lying there playing with our penises and discussing the feelings that we got from enemas and play with our erection. It was my cousin that told me that if we played with an erection enough stuff would come out. He admitted that he knew this only because an older boy had told him that and he had never personally achieved such a feat. Tales such as these were common as were childhood acquaintances, such as this older boy, who lied about what they knew or had seen.

This did not stop us from doing our own experimentation; and before the hour was up both of us had worn ourselves out and fallen asleep. I’ve often wondered if my Aunt happened to look in on the three of us later that afternoon, and found the two of us lying there, both naked on the twin beds.

Now, equipped with the unconfirmed knowledge of an end result available from such play I continued with my own experimentation in masturbation and as time went on, I found that the best that I could do was to frustrate myself. It seemed that time of my life, there was no end to the frequency and the stiffness of my erections, and in spite of the fact that I was unable to reach satisfaction, I was still driven to try...obviously the frustration of all young boys.

Then one, Friday, while anticipating my upcoming weekly Enema, I found myself in a seemingly never ending stream of erections. All day it seemed that every time one finally settled down and withdrew another would appear. By time for my Enema that night, I was completely frustrated. As had become my ritual, I preceded my Mom to the bathroom, where I spread a towel over the plush bathmat and then awkwardly folded my erection down between my legs against the floor, and awaited her arrival.

When my Mom finally came into the bathroom; she in as usual, retrieved the bag from the back of the door and began preparing the hot, soapy solutions. She finally bent down and spread my cheeks in the usual fashion and inserted the nozzle. Over the past few sessions I had noticed that the spreading of my cheeks and the nozzle insertion were causing a more and more intense stimulation each time they took place. As the water began to invade me, I immediately felt and intense need to expel; which I resisted strongly. For some reason this Enema seemed to be warmer or have more pressure than I had ever previously experienced. As I lay there, I thought that I should tell here than I couldn’t take the whole bag tonight but that would have involved me having to get up in front of her to use the toilet and with my throbbing erection in plain sight. So I continued to try to retain the nozzle by holding my legs together tightly and pressing downward to subdue the erection. I looked back up at the bag looming over my head and saw that it was only half empty. My Mom had long since stopped coaching me “just a little bit more” and she had also stopped squeezing my cheeks together to assist in holding me Enema.

I began to squirm a little on the towel, striving for some relief from this agony but as I did that I felt the texture of the towel’s pile was rubbing against my erection and making the torture even more pronounced. Then just as I thought that I could not hold it for a single second longer, I stretched and turned to see how much was left in the bag. Just as I did this, my Mom reached down and withdrew the nozzle. As she did, the feeling of the nozzle being withdrawn created a quivering sensation that quickly flushed through my body, coupled with a wave of exhilaration that I had never felt before, making me feel almost faint. At the same time I felt a loss control and a wet spot developing under me. Horror of horrors, I had leaked the Enema on the towel. I laid there contemplating my fate, as I heard my Mom rinsing out the bag in the sink. As I lay there, I began to think about the event, and began to realize that I must have leaked a significant amount of the Enema solution since I no longer was in such a dire straits with respect to the pressure of the Enema. My Mom finished rinsing the bag and replaced it and hose on the back of the door and left, closing to the door behind her.

I slowly begin to pick myself up off the towel, reluctantly looking at the towel expecting to see a large brown stain on the white towel. Instead as I inspected it there was no such mess at all, just a small path of clear liquid near the center of the towel. Then I saw strands of gooey fluid stretching from the end of my Penis to that spot on the towel. I got up to the toilet and began to expel the results of the Enema, and when the first several expulsions had occurred I reached out and grabbed the towel to further inspect the fluid.

I may have just reached puberty, but that didn’t mean that I had the slightest idea what had just happened to me. My mind wandered as I continued to expel the rest of the Enema; I began to think that something in my intestines must have broken to allow the fluids from the Enema to come out through my penis. I finished expelling the Enema and then took my bath still mulling over what had happened. I was able to clean the towel after my bath with the wash cloth from my bath and had the opportunity to explore the nature of the gooey fluid. It was like nothing that I had ever seen before, let along anything that I had ever discharged before.

That night with the aid of my Flash Light and the World Book Encyclopedia I soon began to figure it out what had happened. As I lay there in my bed, naked with yet another erection, I began to understand what this was all about, and more importantly how to reproduce it.

The next morning, my Mom went to the Grocery store leaving me at home alone. During that shopping trip, using the technique that my cousin and I had practiced together, I experienced my first self-induced Enema and my second orgasm. More importantly I discovered how to deal with those feeling for frustration from the frequent erections I was having.

That afternoon, I rode my bike across town to my cousin’s house to share the news. Although we didn’t have an opportunity to get another enema, I did confirm for him that there was an ejaculation at the end of the masturbation. By the next time I saw him we were both busy perfecting our masturbation skills with and without enemas.

Cheers

Jag

My cousin. He provided the basic information and terminology and I used that to actually do it myself. He was right when he said: 'cuz, you are going to love this new thing I just found out about".

When I was 11, a neighbor boy who was in the 8th grade said he had something neat to show me, so we went out in the woods near our houses, and he masturbated in front of me. I am forever grateful to him, for it would have taken me a couple of years to figure it out on my own. I did it daily for many years, even after I married. At age 74, I cannot get hard without my pill and have trouble coming, but having an enema goiang into me helps a lot, and I do not come unless I am taking an enema. I would add that I do it myself, my wife does not know anything about my enemas or masturbating, or at least I do not think that she does.

hankb

My gay cousin (nobody knew at that time, I was about 11 or 12 and thought gay meant really happy). We were visiting and stayed the night. I was sent to sleep in my cousin's room on an air mattress and soon after lights out, he began touching me., Before I knew it he had me up (in more than ways than one) and was working me really hard (no pun intended!). After about 30 seconds, I dry fired but instinctively knew that there was more to it. When I asked him what and why he did what he did, he said I'll figure it out when I get a girlfriend.

I was about 11 or 12 and thought gay meant really happy)..

Back when you were young according to your profile, gay did not normally mean being gay as in homosexual. It did in fact mean being happy as you say. And in times before that, around the time of the Great War, being gay could also in certain circumstances mean having loose morals, no matter which gender. Gay women meant they were promiscuous and easy. Listen to the lyrics of 'It's a Long Way to Tipperary' and you'll see what I mean.

I never heard the word gay being used as today until around the 1990s. But I had been living in Europe for some time and so was a bit out of touch with the evolution of American usages.

No one. I had my first wet dream while in a boarding school. I didn't know what happened and why. A fellow student inserted an object in his penis and cum. He told me a few things.

No one taught me to masturbate. I started rubbing my little dick when I was 10 or 11 and realized soon how good it feels. At first I had dry orgasms. Don't remember when I had my first ejaculation. I guess it was a gradual process.

At first I had dry orgasms. Don't remember when I had my first ejaculation..

...said no other male, ever, lol

Boys start to produce semen once they enter puberty. However, many boys masturbate before and experience orgasm without ejaculation.

Neighbor hood friend, we were at his house in the bathroom, he said to stroke your dick up and down and you will get a good feeling, after a while I said nothing is happening, said keep on doing it and said no but he kept on saying keep on you will like it. Forgot to mention that his mothers douche bag with a white douche attached was hanging there, i said I would if he would stick the douche nozzle in his butt, which he did. I then kept on stroking my dick and the I remember this amazing feeling start happening deep inside, have been doing it ever since, that was some 50 plus years ago.

Yeah Jockstrap I was really just replying to the second line not first. Not questioning that a boy could have an orgasm before reaching the age where he could ejaculate, although I was not one of those boys. Just meant I think you would be in a very small minority of healthy males who did not remember having their first real ejaculation, or at least the first they were awake to experience!

Just meant I think you would be in a very small minority of healthy males who did not remember having their first real ejaculation.

That might well be!

I discovered by accident, and even then, didn't know what it was. I thought it was an involuntary micro emission of urine.

I was 14, lying on my tummy, clothed, with my hands under my thighs, as that is a cuddly position for me. I felt really cozy, with a strange feeling in my groin. I tried to shift position, to see if that would help, but it just made it worse. When I am like that, I become aware of my rectum tingling too. When I felt that, I thought of a pretty girl, feeling her bottom tingle due to constipation. I fantasized that she wanted an oral laxative (unusual for me, as I generally thought of girls getting enemas, one way or another). I started verbalizing, to enhance the story I was making up, and then noticed that my tingle, though getting worse, and somewhat scary, felt interesting too. I pictured her very slowly preparing the (Fletcher's Castoria) laxative for administration, and taking her time to think about what it would do to her after consumption.

I started vocalizing, as her, "Lahxative; I'm taking a lahxative; it's going to make me have to go potty; I can't go right now, but eventually, it's going to *make* me *have* to go."

I kept squirming until having a "micro pee" accident. The "pee" was sticky and not yellow. Strangest (and mos incorrectly guessed) experience I had ever had. It felt good. I started doing it every Sunday afternoon, as that girl took her "lahxative".

I was 11 years old when my 13 year old cousin showed me how he masturbated.

I then practised at home for 9 months before eventually being rewarded with an orgasm.

The rest, as they say, is history.

I was self taught. One day I was laying on my bed and as a boy with raging hormones I got a spontaneous erection. I placed my hand inside my pants and under my briefs and began stroking underneath the head of my penis where a little hunk of skin pouched down a bit. (When I was circumcised as a baby the doctor made it nice an loose - the remnant of my foreskin goes half way down my glans and he left the frenulum - love that doctor!) Soon my cock seemed to get harder - I didn't think that was possible and with one more flick I died as I experienced my first orgasm - I didn't know what it was and the crotch of my briefs were wet with something that felt sticky. I pulled my hand out and it kind of smelled like bleach. I though I had injured myself, but it felt so good that I continued to do it - I remember on Saturday when I was home alone I did it eight times! (Those were the days) After the eighth time my poor little penis was sore and I had to wait a couple of days before I could do this again. I kept this very secret - except I know my mother who washed my underwear probably knew what those crusty stains were! After about a month I got the courage to share this with my friend Dennis, He took me into his garage and laughed - he said it ain't no secret, its called jagging off. We did it together that day and many times after that.

I was 10 or 11 when a boy in the neighborhood showed me how to masturbate in his tree house. It seemed like fun so I started doing it regularly and with amazement that my little boy could grow into an adult with just a bit of rubbing. As to when I first ejaculated, I have no idea. I do know that I could cum when masturbating during my junior high school years. I do remember the first time I came without so much as touching my dick. It was the first time I fondled my GF's tits when I was in high school. While it stained my briefs quite well, I excused myself so I could get to the bathroom and clean up the mess before it made it thru and stained my pants.

Figured out the basics just fine on my own. Discovered the JackinWorld website later on to learn a few different techniques.

It was a kid I went to junior-high with. We were alone lifting weights in the gym while all the guys were out practicing baseball; I was curious about this thing called semen that only comes out of you when you have an erection. He took me down to the locker room to demonstrate, while I followed suit. He came, I didn't. It wasn’t till a couple months later that the urge actually gripped me.

He was always sort of a cretin—he always talked to me in a patronizing way, and one time even called me “mentally retarded.” He dated my sister a couple months. And he graduated valedictorian of his highschool class….guess he was just too smart for the average citizen.

He demonstrated for me with the pump-the-glans method; I found rubbing and stroking (especially in a bath) felt much better.

No one it was by accident I know that sounds weird. Remember hearing boys talk about stroking. So I tried and stroking had no idea what I was doing, did not cum. So maybe naughty class mate is responsible

Self taught. I found I enjoyed stroke it when I was 12. It felt good so I kept doing it. I already knew about ejaculation but I didn't have one until I was 13. Being taught to masturbate by another person must be a strange thing to go through. A weird idea to me. If another person had tried to teach me to masturbate, I'd have thought they were sick.

My dad on a camping trip.

I good friend and I used to have sleep overs and when we were about 12 he took his dick out and began to play with it and it got hard, so I took my dick out and started to play with mine his dick was much bigger then mine and I was fascinated by that. We would "jerkoff" and get our thrill but it was later when we actually squirted out cum we called it jimson. But during those sessions I became fascinated and excited when I saw his big hard dick and wanted to touch it but never did.

In my case, it was the first day of the first Sex Ed class on the first day of 6th grade at age 11. Before that day I was blissfully naïve about anything sexual. But that day I went home, closed my bedroom door and said to myself "I gotta try this" and a few minutes later had a WTF!!! just happened experience and just like that I had a new hobby that I had to hide from my mother.

In my case, it was the first day of the first Sex Ed class on the first day of 6th grade at age 11. Before that day I was blissfully naïve about anything sexual. But that day I went home, closed my bedroom door and said to myself "I gotta try this" and a few minutes later had a WTF!!! just happened experience and just like that I had a new hobby that I had to hide from my mother.

See? There are people who say that sex education corrupts youth. Here is a good example ... ha ha ha

Recently I have had occasion to teach my nephew about masturbation. He's 13, his mom's divorced, and his dad, while not out of the picture, isn't the kind of guy who is comfortable talking to his son about, well, anything, much less sex.

A few weeks ago, we were running some errands together and talking about school, and he said that something really embarrassing had happened to a friend of his. This kid was in math class and the teacher had called him up to work a problem on the board. While he was working, he popped an erection, and because he was wearing basketball shorts, everyone could see it.

That reminded me of a story from when I was in 7th grade. My best friend got called to work a problem and begged the teacher not to have to. Turns out he had gotten horny in class and decided to deal with it by masturbating through his pants. I guess he wasn't thinking about the natural result of that, but the evidence of his orgasm was apparent to anyone who could see the front of his khakis.

I told this story to my nephew, who couldn't believe that someone would do that. I said, "well, it's probably best not to masturbate at school. Just wait until you get home."

"Or don't do it at all," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Why not?" I asked. After all, he's plainly in puberty, so it was, I thought, a fair assumption that he was doing what most guys his age do.

"Why would you?"

"Because it feels awesome, for one thing. Are you saying you don't masturbate?"

"Nope, never have, and probably never will."

I let it lie and changed the subject.

A few days later, we were together again, working in my garage, and we were talking about medical tests for some reason. He mentioned the prostate exam and said he couldn't imagine what that was like. I've had a couple of them, so I said, "It really isn't that bad, just some pressure, and it doesn't take but a few seconds."

"Yeah, but why would you let a guy so that to you?"

"Because I don't want to get prostate cancer." Thinking back to our previous conversation, I said, "Of course, the best preventive for prostate cancer is masturbation."

He was incredulous, so I explained that cleaning out the contents of your prostate regularly is good for you, cancer-wise, and it's easiest to do it by masturbating. "In fact, there are like five different reasons that jerking off is good for you--stress relief, learning how your equipment works, satisfying your needs without risking pregnancy or STDs, avoiding wet dreams, and prostate health."

He thought about that for a while, then he asked, "Isn't it possible to break your ding-a-ling by masturbating?" I told him, "first of all, you're 13 now, so stop calling it your ding-a-ling. You can say penis, or if that's too formal, say dick or cock. Second, there is very little chance of breaking your dick by masturbating. If you're doing it and it hurts, stop what you're doing. I promise you, though, it's not gonna be like that for you. If it were common to break your dick masturbating, you'd see lots of your classmates being hospitalized all the time, because I guarantee you pretty much everybody in your class, boys and girls, is doing it pretty much every day."

After a while, he said, "So, if I wanted to masturbate... How..." He turned beet-red. "Are you asking me how to masturbate?" I asked him. He nodded.

"OK, no big deal. I can explain it to you. But I need to ask you a personal question: Are you circumcised?" He nodded. "OK, the basic technique is, lay down on your bed, pull your pants and underwear down, pull your shirt up a little, then you'll need an erection, which at your age shouldn't be a problem. So you wrap your hand around your cock, gripping sort of medium-firm, and slide it up and down your cock. Get a rhythm going, and pretty soon it'll feel like you're about to pee. Keep going, and you'll have an orgasm."

"Now, two things that you need to know. First, since you're circumcised, you might want to use something as a lubricant, like hand lotion or Vaseline. I can buy you some of that if you want.

"Second, when you have an orgasm... OK, another personal question. How long have you had pubic hair?"

"About six months, I guess."

"OK, when you have an orgasm, you're probably going to ejaculate, which means that semen will come out of your penis. Semen is also called 'cum.' It's sticky and has a tendency to stain fabric like sheets or your underwear, so you're going to want to clean it up with tissues. Sometimes it spurts out, and sometimes it just dribbles, but you can expect somewhere between a teaspoon and a tablespoon, and it will be whitish, or it might be sort of clear."

"How do I know how hard to rub?"

"Well, that's sort of something you have to learn by trial and error, just see what feels good. But"--I reached for a hammer, then gripped the handle like it was a penis--"just sort of like this." I made the motion and showed him how tight to grasp.

"Any questions?" He shook his head. "You going to try it tonight?" He got a grin on his face and nodded. I laughed. "I'm pretty sure you're going to think of it as your favorite toy, but when I see you tomorrow, if you have any questions, just let me know." I went to my bathroom and got him a new unopened travel bottle of hand lotion and a small box of tissues, and told them to stash them near his bed. He went back to his house because his mother was due home from work.

So the next day he came over to my house to play video games. "You know what we talked about yesterday?" he asked. I nodded.

"So, the lotion you gave me got really sticky, so I had to wash it off."

I was surprised, since that brand is my favorite lube, and it's never happened to me. "OK, well, maybe you need to use more of it, but don't worry, you'll get there."

He blushed. "I didn't say I didn't get there," he said, giggling.

"Oh, OK, great. So, was I right?"

"Hell yeah," he said, which is funny because he never curses. "I can't believe I waited so long to do it. I actually did it twice last night and again this morning."

I laughed. "Making up for lost time?" He smiled and gave me a hug.

I have posted here before, but an uncle who is 5 years older than me basically taught me about sex....he was molesting me and my brothers, while my mom, his sister, was out of town seeing my dad, who worked power line construction. He was left to babysit us 5 kids.

I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm not sure if you're trying to imply anything about my relationship with my nephew, but, for the record, neither he nor I am interested in anything beyond talking. He needed to know that he wasn't going to hurt himself by masturbating. He also had a lot of anxiety about getting erections at inconvenient times, and he wasn't really sure how to masturbate, even though he wanted to. I would prefer, at his age, that he ask me (or his mother) about sexual things rather than looking on the internet, so we can keep things age-appropriate and accurate. I would also prefer that he masturbate rather than feel like he needs to have sex to satisfy his bodily needs.

Thinking back I would say self taught once I had figured out what erections and night time wet dreams were plus a handy book that my parents gave me to me and my brother about puberty and all the things that change in boys and girls making them men and women. Eventually me and brother occasionally wanked off together late at night a couple of times. Otherwise it was mostly solo for me.