Who taught you to Masturbate?

As about as early as I can remember I had been getting erections, but, had no idea what to do with them until Jr. high school. I had a friend that explained and showed me how to jack off. I soon experienced orgasm on a regular basis, but, it wasn't until maybe six months later when I matured enough to ejaculate. Then more fun began.

I was taught by my uncle. I caught him jacking when I was 9. He gave me a book that explained what masturbation was and how to do it. He also gave me a Playboy. The rest is history.

No one "taught" me to masturbate. The first time I did it, I was about 9 or 10, I guess. At that age, my cock was still rather small. When I got hard I would wrap a sock around it and jack off like that. Since it WAS my first time, I didn't know what to expect. I jacked my little cock until I was about to cum. It was quite a scarey sensation for someone who didn't know what it was, so I stopped before cumming. The next time I did it, I followed through to completion. God what a feeling. And I haven't stopped since.

Nobody taught me. I had already played a bit by myself, but then I read it on a book and learned about ejaculation.

I was taught by a neighbor very young, but didn't orgasm till I was 10. WOW. It was quite a feeling and still is!

My best friend and I. Learned together. We were both around 12ish. We had sleepovers and the one night she said she had an itch in her crotch and she itched it by grinding on her stool for her vanity. I tried it after her but it didn't do the trick for me, so I used my fingers then graduated to my moms toys.

Self taught. Just did what 'came' very naturally and I 'came.' 😃 !

My 16yo cousin showed me porn when I was 5. I remember being aroused and asking a lot of questions. When I was alone I remember pulling down my pants and playing with my little uncut dick. I don't remember when I got my first dry orgasm, but my dad would always catch me and give me a spanking. I would get my other little cousins and friends to jack off with me at times.

I basically taught myself. Initially I masturbated while on my stomach and rubbing against the sheets. This was problematic becasue the results were clearly visible to those doing the laundry. Being raised in a highly religious and conservative family -- this was not acceptable. That's when I shifted to laying on my back and using my hand and a "cum rag".

Kind of self taught, learned the basics from a sex-ed book mom gave me around age 10 or 11, then first actually tried it a couple of years later. We were returning from a family cross country road trip, taking a shower in a hotel in Utah. Spur of the moment, used some liquid soap to lube my penis, then started stroking... ejaculated a few minutes later, REALLY liked the feeling! Repeated often after that!

A guy I knew when I was about 13, just "getting a little hair to sit on" as Dame Edna Everidge says. He just made some motions when we were playing tennis and at the first bath opportunity, I tried it. Holy S--t!! Pretty exciting stuff at that age. I had been having "wet dreams" and knew what that was about, but didn't know how to get it done at my leisure. Pretty stunning when I realized what the stuff was and what it could do. Kind of scared me, too, given the possible consequences of letting the little fellers lose in the wrong (or really, right) place.

I can remember what started me masturbating. I must have been about 12-13 and had heard somewhere that you should pull your foreskin right back to clean under it. My foreskin was very tight so I was trying to force it back in the bathroom. I kept trying for ages (and had an erection of course) but it wouldn't go the final part. Eventually I tried very hard and it finally slipped over. At that moment I had my first ever orgasm (dry) although I had no idea what it was at the time. I just knew I had an amazing feeling and went very light-headed. After that I did the same thing every day and although my foreskin would then go back much easier I used to just carry on until I came. Frankly I don't think I have ever had such an amazing orgasm since then and after 44 years that probably amounts to over 16,000 orgasms!

Self taught and I began rubbing when very young. Dry and feelings only until I was ten or eleven. At age thirteen I showed a cousin how to do it. Talked about it with younger and older guys in the city park, but we never demonstrated in the park.

Until I was about 14 I didn't really understand the "hype" of sex and masturbation. At that point I had pleasured my self, and it felt good, but I had never had an O. That's why I didn't get the "hype". It was only after a friend gave me a "lesson" and educated me that I had my first O.

I was visiting a friend in another city for a few weeks over summer vacation. She was 16, I was 14. We had been really close friends since we were small kids. We would share the bathroom if one was showering so the other could do her make up, get changed in front of one another, Stuff like that. Being naked was no big deal to us. It was during one of these times, she was in the shower and I was getting ready for bed, washing my face and brushing my teeth, that she was using the shower head to pleasure herself. We were talking away, then it got quiet. All I could hear was the water running and her breathing heavy. I didn't know what was going on. Then she started to whimper and moan a tiny bit. The water turned off and she got out. I must have had a strange look on my face because she asked me what was wrong? I answered, "Nothing. What were you doing just now in there?" Half knowing what she did but needing confirmation. I never expected her to do it in front of me. She says "What? You never ride the rain?" Referring to the shower head. Me, "Uhh... Umm.. Well I uhh.." Her "don't tell me you don't masturbate. I know you do. Everyone does. Its normal." I explained that I have pleasured myself but never came. She had such a look of shock on her face. "OMG! Get in the shower right now and use the sprayer! You don't know what your missing!" With much hesitation and some embarrassment I got in the shower. Apparently I wasn't doing it correctly because after 10min I felt nothing. She kept asking how it felt. "I feel nothing". Then all of a sudden she was in the shower with me. She grabbed the sprayer and showed me how it was done. One leg up on the side of the tub. Sprayer on pulse close your eyes and let go. She came SO FAST. I wanted mine. So I tried. I was embarrassed and shy at first so she turned around and faced the wall. I could feel it building. It was AMAZING! I was shivering but hot at the same time. My face felt flushed, my breasts firmed and were incredibly sensitive. I bit my lip and started whimpering uncontrollably. I was breathing so heavy. My body took over and I started thrusting my hips. Then it happened. I felt the pulsing pleasure of my first O. I don't know what happened but I ended up on my knees in the shower my face buried in my friends thys, my free hand wrapped around her. I remember her telling me to go for 2. If was so intense I didn't know if I could. Then she pulled my hair. That sent me in to #2. I couldn't even get up off the tub floor after that. She took the sprayer and had a another. Then we ran the tub and relaxed in the hot water for a bit. Incredible. I'll never forget it. It was also my first real Girl/Girl experience.

Mine happened because a friend of mine who was another boy, he followed me because I would show and change my clothes after the other boys left the gym. He was teasing me after he showed me his erection and I was a late bloomer so I didn't know what was going on. He knew he could get himself erect by stroking his penis and decided to do it to mine just to see if it would get bigger because he said mine could grow bigger.

I didn't have the same reaction and thought he was tickling me. The more I laughed and struggled the more he manhandled me and gripped harder. The combination of everything only took about a minute but after it happened I remembered my body going limp and I let out a really high pitched squeal while he thought I was joking.

It wasn't until he looked down and noticed I was ejaculating. He didn't know what it was and kept doing it for a few more seconds till I managed to catch my breath and tell him to stop in that same high pitched tone. I remember crying when it happened.

It didn't feel good at all and made me scared. When I got older and actually did it after reaching puberty was when it didn't hurt but I think when you're not developed it's not supposed to be pleasure. I don't believe anything that was released out of me had any semen in it but it was a large amount of liquid and I'm just glad I wasn't wearing any clothes when it happened.

After I did masturbate properly I got in contact with that boy. We did jerk each other off and I found out he really was gay all along and actually older than me because he was held back a few grades and thought I was cute. He was several firsts for me but the truth is I was really too young, he had mental problems but I trusted him because he was the only friend I had at the time.

The teachers and staff should have kept an eye on him because I regret ever meeting him.

No one taught me but everyone spoke of this strange thing that boys were expected to do with their penis, and I used to wonder what it was all about. I can remember when I was about 12 and taking a bath. Once I was all lathered up, I started to rub around the top of my by then erect penis, and started to get this powerful sensation slowly building up in the pit of my stomach. It got so intense I thought that I would harm myself and so stopped. For the next 24 hours I kept wondering what those feeling were all about, and true to human nature, got to the same level of pleasure the following evening. By then I had a very thick soapy lather around my penis head and just continued rubbing the end and thinking that this feeling was just getting more and more intense and wondering where it would end. Well, very soon I just spurted what seemed like loads of cum everywhere and had to sit down in the bath to catch my breath! I was really worried, and wondered if I should tell my mum; I did not obviously. After that I knew exactly what the older boys at school talking about.

I remember the first time I actually came. I was with a buddy on a sleep over and he showed me what to do. The amazing thing was, I recognized the feeling that came over me. It was the same feeling I had when we would wrap our legs around the schoolyard swingsets and climb them. That awesome feeling had been there all along, just not focused on stroking my penis.

I was about 12 when visiting my cousin who was a couple years older than me. He asked if I ever masterbated. I didn't know what it was so he showed me. Wow, that ws it. I was on my way after that.

Out of 55 responses, there were only 5 women! Come on girls, there's no shame in jillin'. I remember playing with myself from around 5 or 6 years old. It felt good, but i wouldn't say i 'came'. First orgasm must've followed around 9 or 10 years old. I can remember discussing my discovery with a female neighbor. In the dark, I encouraged her to touch herself. She commented on the wetness she was feeling and I urged her to continue. All the while, I was lying next to her frigging myself. She became very quiet and then quickly pulled her hand out of her pants and gathered herself together. She abruptly told me that it was time for her to leave. We never ever spoke of that incident again, but I would like to think I was responsible - at least partly - for her first orgasm. Patty, if you're out there, "you're welcome"!!!!

I had been very embarrassed to find that I had self-taught incorrectly when I was young...I had been using a closed fist to make a "strumming the guitar" motion and would work back and forth over the penis, never grasping it fully. In junior high school, a few neighbors had discovered a pornographic video, we got together one afternoon and watched together and jacked off. I noticed that everyone was grasping their penis vs. strumming it, I tried their technique and it made all the difference. Never felt more foolish 😢

It started like an instinct, then with the time i learned some better tecniques.

I just sort figured out my own method then later refined that as I got older.

No one taught me. For some reason or another I didn't have my first orgasm until I was about 18. By then I had already had several sexual experiences with other men. I knew I was gay and love fooling around with guys but I always figured I couldn't climax and I was okay with it (odd as it sounds). I didn't have insurance and probably wouldn't have talked to a doctor about it anyway. I still had major sexual urges and was gratified by "fooling around" with other guys. At one point, which I remember VERY well, I was screwing around with a guy that I liked and I felt something happening within my body, like every neuron within me had assimilated to purge some force from within.. and it was amazing.

Prior to that I had never ejaculated or masturbated, once that happened it was ON and I've pleasured myself almost everyday since. No one had to teach me cause I had already participated various forms of sexual activity.

I am a self-taught masturbator, as I had no siblings or friends where such behavior would be discussed or shared in more than a very cursory fashion.

In late 1972 I had just turned 14 and had only a very basic understanding of sex and how pregnancy occurred. I did not know it was possible to masturbate. Yes, I lived a sheltered life. Anyway, one December day I was sitting in Mrs. Adams' math class and was completely uninterested in what was being said, even though Mrs. Adams was hot.

One of the major babes in our middle school, Amy, sat one row to my right and one desk ahead. I had been horny I guess to some degree for quite sometime, but if I had wet dreams, I never realized it. Anyway, rather than listening to yet another math problem, i started fantasizing about Amy - my pre-masturbatory standard fantasy, a high volume forced enema. In this case, I remember I had imagined her tied up, spread eagle against a wall in the boys shower area under the gym. She was "connected" to a bag and the water was definitely flowing up that great ass of hers.

I don't remember how long I was fantasizing, but at some point I drew my legs closer together, simply intending to find a more comfortable position in my chair. At that moment I experienced an incredibly pleasurable sensation between my legs and up inside me, and not in my penis. I now know the movement stimulated my prostate and initiated an orgasm. I moved my legs apart again, and then back together and got a stronger sensation; I think the third time did it. And yes, I was in class, and I don't mean to insinuate I was flailing my legs wildly, but instead as nonchalantly as possible. I experienced a strong orgasm including my first ejaculation. I remember realizing that the liquid in my shorts was likely semen (I would have called it sperm), but how I knew that but didn't know about masturbating, I don't know.

After the orgasm was over, I didn't notice anyone looking at me or worse yet, the teacher staring at me, so I assume I masked my orgasm pretty well. A couple other things came to mind that now seem pretty silly, but hey, I was just a kid. First, when the ejaculatory spasms started, I remember thinking that my penis was actually moving in and out of my body like a piston in an engine cylinder. Of course it wasn't, but that's how I processed the feeling of those very first urethral spasms. Second, for quite some time I assumed I was the only one that knew masturbation was possible. I'd never heard of it, and stumbled on it completely by accident, so it seemed logical at the time. Of course once I got hold of some Playboys and Penthouses a couple years later, I learned everybody knew my damn secret.

I don't remember much else that happened that day, but I would assume I went to the restroom between classes to see just what I put in my underwear. Not surprisingly, when I got home I tried to duplicate my orgasm and was successful.

My father had been given a gag gift by co-workers after an illness - it was a Playboy jigsaw puzzle. Included in the puzzle was a copy of the Playmate of the Month centerfold to be used as a guide in assembling the puzzle. It was a very small photo of Miss May, 1970, Jennifer Liano and her fabulous tits. I wacked off many times to that little photo while learning the finer points of abusing myself. If you're out there somewhere Jennifer, thanks so much, and would you be up for an enema or two? Oh, and I understand Amy lives nearby - I've often thought it might be fun to thank her for "teaching" me to masturbate, but I'm not sure she would appreciate it. And I'm damn sure her husband wouldn't.

I had no idea at that time about the great things to cum.

Sort off found out one day by myself.

I was self taught and mostly just humped my hand, but then a friend taught me about stroking.

For quite a while,I had been playing with myself when I found an erection during the night which felt nice, but stopped when some precum appeared,as I thought that was it. It felt quite nice but privately wondered what all the fuss was about. My cousin, who was my age, had older brothers who had a stash of nudist magazines. Quite tame by today's standards, but a real turn on then. Whenever I went to stay with them I would pester him to get me a look at one. There was always a sense of danger as he was not supposed to go in their room and certainly not supposed to know about the magazines.But occasionally we would sneak a peak, which wetted my appetite for more!

One weekend, he came to stay at our place during the school holidays. We had been given permission to go camping for a couple of days in the hills near where we lived. We got to a nice secluded spot over the river and stopped for a rest. He told me he had been able to sneak four or five magazines. Wow, I could feel my cock getting hard at the thought of being able to look at them at our leisure. He rummaged in his pack and brought out one and handed it to me. Now bear in mind I was a healthy 14yo boy who had had lots of erections but had never come. I had asked him about wanking on a previous visit and he had shown me the error of my ways and stroked himself while I watched. When I saw the eruption of fluid and saw him go weak at the knees, I realised I had never approached that point. He wondered off down the river bank and I lay down in a little hollow in the grass, and opened the first page of my treasure. There was a photo of a young girl. She was in the act of playing tennis so her arm was stretched up to serve the ball, and she was naked apart from a pair of sneakers. Mmmm my eyes drank in the beauty of her slim form. I could see her breasts with the dark nipples quite clearly. Then my eyes took in her flat tummy then finally, the vaginal cleft at the base of her tummy. She had a small shadow of pubic hair, which revealed her lips quite clearly. Not at all pornographic, but to my young eyes, incredibly erotic. My cock was straining at my shorts so I took them off as well as my underpants. I noticed copious precum oozing from the opening at the tip of my circumcised cock and began to milk it out and spread it over the tip and down the shaft as my cousin had shown me. As I slowly leafed through the magazine, to reveal photo after photo of erotic beauty, my hand began to move faster and faster. Presently I began to feel a sensation I had never felt before in my balls, between my legs and in my cock. Soon the head of my cock was almost too sensitive to touch, but I persevered. I was rewarded with my first orgasm. It was an amazing feeling such that I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong as it felt like my cock was going to explode. When the come juice began erupting from the tip, I could feel it beginning deep inside my bottom and could actually feel it travelling up into my cock. When it began to spurt, I thought I was about to die as the feeling was so intense and my heart was going like a trip hammer. I lay back and caught my breath as my pulse gradually returned to near normal. I looked at my cock that I still held in my hand and thought.....wow, no wonder people go on and on about sex......this is amazing. I tried to stroke over the head again but it was just too sensitive to touch so I laid back on the grass and drifted off to sleep. Later my cousin came back and asked me what had happened. He agreed about it being an amazing feeling,as it had only been a short while since his first come and it had been the same for him.

Incidentally, the French call orgasm....le petite mort......the little death......quite apt really don't you think????

I wasn't the brightest kid on the block, but I managed to figure than out for myself. Later, three of us boys would meet in a the homes of whosever parents were gone and stroke ti multiple orgasms. But I never needed anyone to teach me to jack-off

I had a school buddy who figured it out first and taught me. We did it together, it was innocent.

I found the book "Everything you wanted to know about sex, but were afraid to ask".