Male - Masturbation - early beginnings

It was the week of my 10th birthday. We were on vacation in NYC staying with relatives. I had to sleep with a cousin who introduced me to that pleasure. Too bad it wasn't his older sister. I fell in love on that vacation but she never knew. Whenever I hear Ledbelly's song Goodnight Irene sung by The Weavers I think of her. That was on the radio while I was there.

It was dry for the first 4 years but around 14 it became messy. Took me a few years to figure out that putting a sock on it was a great way to fix that but you lose the personal touch feeling.

Ah yes, playing the "home" game. We start our sexual journey playing the home game and we usually end our journey playing the "home" game.

Ah yes, playing the "home" game. We start our sexual journey playing the home game and we usually end our journey playing the "home" game.

I played with my penis very early (5 years). I wrapped it with twine or stuck it in the eyelet of the can opener, or stripped the foreskin back.

Starting with the masturbation I have under the guidance of older playmates on our memory, I was then about 9 years old. I can still remember that the gliding of the foreskin on the Glans tickled me almost unbearably, but at the same time it was a very nice feeling. This is normal because in such a young masturbator, the Glans is still very sensitive. Over time and after many masturbations, the sensitivity diminishes.

I have to say that I have been very interested in my penis even in younger years. That is, I have previously performed masturbatory experiments with my penis. After this key experience in the store I thought then I could stop masturbation anytime, now I know that she has become an addiction. That here no misunderstanding occurs I do not consider masturbation for harmful or bad, I masturbate even now with the greatest pleasure. The only problem that occurs is Psychological nature, in a word, you become lonely because you do not depend on anybody. The further you keep your libido constantly low level so that you are almost not interested in women. In my opinion, these are the only disadvantages of masturbation.

I am 72 years old and masturbate regularly since I was 9 years old. That's 63 years. During this time I masturbated about 27 532 times. Even now I masturbate on average 1.4 times a week. Normally I have a masturbation time of 2 min.

I can remember i was about 6 or 7 feeling aroused. I would look at the lingerie section after looking at the toy section of a JC Penny catalog. The biggest problem i had i would ache so bad. I didn’t know how to releave it. It was like a scratch I couldn’t itch! I finally started to figure out what to do at age 10. Oh my God i remember it was great to finally be able to satisfy my ache. Since then ive masturbated all my life. And im not ashamed of it. I enjoy it immensely!

I'm fairly certain that I (and others) played with my penis early on (kindergarten) as I have fragments of memories of some of those experiences. Got into "trouble" several times for doing that though I didn't really understand why at the time. It just felt good.

But in terms of masturbation to produce an orgasm, I was either 11 or 12 (certainly no older than 12). We moved into our house when I was 10 (5th grade) and at first my brother and I shared a bedroom. Sometime in the next year, my dad moved me into the room that was initial designated as "the den." It was either at the end of 6th grade or between 6th and 7th grade.

The first time orgasm I remember was entirely accidental. I had taken a shower after school and came into my bedroom with just a towel. I closed the doors to my room. I had a painted wooden semi circular chair for my desk. After finishing drying myself, I didn't get dressed. Rather, I sat down naked on the chair to start studying. The chair was cool against my skin. After studying naked for a while, something possessed me to take my boy-sized penis and stretch it as long as I could and then fold it under myself between the chair and perineum. Now, I can't remember whether I had done this before, but with my penis under me in this way, it started to get harder and warmer but couldn't get erect.

As it lengthened a bit more under me, I rocked and slid forward and back very gently. The glans was turned down to the chair's surface and as my penis became more turgid, I could feel the underside of the tip in contact with my anus (which I liked). The underside of my penis was rubbing my perineum and it all started to get sort of tingly. I didn't know what the sensation was but I knew I liked it. There was a bit more friction on the wood surface and that was a bit annoying at first. But as time went on, there was a bit of wetness that was helping things to get quite pleasurable. I didn't know that there was pre-cum fluid leaking out and helping with lubrication.

The next thing I knew, I was gushing out this liquid underneath of me. I was pretty sure it wasn't urine and I wasn't peeing. It immediately helped with the friction aspect against the chair surface and it was very warm as it squirted between my ass cheeks and all around my anus. I tingled and then shuddered all over as I leaned back on the chair to enjoy whatever this was. By leaning back, the head of my penis was putting gentle pressure on my anus. After about 30-45 seconds, the intensity began to subside. Shortly after that, my penis became less turgid and wasn't "straining" to become erect. I stood up and looked down at the chair. There was a long ribbon of this sort of cloudy looking whitish fluid on the chair and between my ass cheeks that smelled a bit like chlorine.

"Wow, that felt good" I thought. I wasn't sure what had happened but I sure did like it. Was this the sperm I had been told about? It must be, but at that age I wasn't sure. I wondered if I could do it again. I hadn't wiped the chair or between my legs. So, I folded my penis between my legs and sat down once in the same way that I had before. This time my cum made a nice lubricant as I slid and rocked myself back and forth on the chair. It took longer for the sensations to begin to build and they built at a slower pace this second time so I could notice the sensations as they built. Of course, the other part of the stimulation was the anal stimulation because the head of my penis was rubbing my anus and this time everything was quite slippery. The anal stimulation was quite pleasurable. Again (but not as fast), I felt the sensations building and then the release and more jets of cum between my legs. I felt pretty spent after that. The head of my penis was pretty sensitized after all of this.

I didn't go and clean up right away. I laid down on the damp towel on my bed as I allowed myself to wind down. Its coolness was nice against skin that had gotten pretty hot. I might have dozed off briefly while on the bed. I'm not sure. I eventually got onto studying.

Eventually, I did figure out that it was rubbing the underside base of my penis that was the most stimulative. And I pretty much masturbated everyday and sometimes two or three times. As I got more familiar with the sensations, I also trained myself to build to orgasm slowly and to extend the enjoyment over time. But that first time I remember cumming was quite memorable from the standpoint of what happened and how it happened. It was still a number of years before I surrendered my virginity (I didn't lose it, I knew where it was all the time).

About 11.

Found out by accident. Was lying face down and started girating. Felt good so kept going. Felt better. Then bang. Orgasm. No fluid. Thought I had broken something.

Went to sleep.

Next night tried again and again. Bingo.

Thought it was only me but found out years later I wasnt the only one who had found out how to Masturbate by accident.

13 and I discovered by accident. I was home sick, and I was playing with my penis, until I came all of a sudden. I remember feeling great.

About 11.

Found out by accident. Was lying face down and started girating. Felt good so kept going.

I was the same - face down. Not sure about the age I started, though. May have been slightly earlier than dgh (post #97), i.e., before 11.

I've written previously in Zity about how it started for me - not in this thread, however. I think I called it 'frottage', meaning rubbing, although I see on the Web that there's a meaning of that term as follows: 'the practice of touching or rubbing against the clothed body of another person in a crowd as a means of obtaining sexual gratification'. Well, I've never actually done that, I think. Or am conscious of having it done to me!

I was a bed-wetter until quite late. I think I did it sometimes to hide stains on the bed sheets from my masturbatory activities. 😳

- Ken

I was 12-13 and did it on "accident" too. I remember laying in bed just rubbing over my shorts, cant say how long it went on but boy was i surprised when it happened. I reached down my underwear to a warm sticky mess. It's been a lot of fun ever since!

In my case was Accidentally too. First time I've ever heard about Jerking Off was by hearing comments of older 7th Grade Students at Elementary School when I was in 5th Grade (10 yo) they were joking with each other and mentioned that Term, I've no idea about what they meant. Not long after that, when a couple of friends and I were playing games at the backyard at the house of one of them (we called him "Petty") it was time for our Favourite Cartoon Show, so the 3 of us went to Petty's Bedroom which he shared with his older Brothers and had a 14" Tv Set. The middle brother wasn't at home but the older (about 19 yo) was sleeping because he worked at Night Shift. As we watched the Cartoons we laughed out loud and made comments and that made the older brother wake up really pissed off and he said "Instead of making all that Noise, gimme a break! why don't you go out and Jerk off yourselves so I can keep on sleeping? You little Bastards!" We kinda laughed asking "what do you mean? What is that?" He then lifted the covers showing he was only wearing Briefs, pull out his pretty big Dick and stroked it about 3 times and said "It's like this" and he put it back inside his undies, covered again with the Sheets up to his neck and rolled over to keep on sleeping, saying "Now get out of here and leave me alone!" We were surprised by seeing his Penis and what he did with it and laughed almost hysterically, then left to watch the rest of the Show on the Living Room's Tv Set. At the other day, I was sat on the Toilet finishing doing #2, I remembered what he did then I wanted to try it myself and find out what was "that Special" with Jerking off that almost everyone was talking about thar. I grabbed my little Dick (I was 11 yo) and tried stroking it by several minutes to see what happened.. It didn't get hard at all and nothing out of the ordinary happened, so I just quitted doing that thinking to myself "This is the Stupidest thing to do! I don't understand what is the point of doing it!" After that I never tried doing it again.

And here's the part when I discovered the big pleasure of masturbation by accident: I had a pair of Jeans that were my favorite and I wore them all the time. I once discovered it had a little hole in the Crotch (because of all it use I asume) I didn't pay to much attention, but it was getting bigger and bigger up to the point that when I sat you could see my undies and sometimes a bit of flesh would pop out because of the stretched Briefs Legs Band. I didn't care because wore those Jeans mostly when in Home (only once I felt super embarrassed when my Neighbor's Dad made me notice one of my balls was showing when he said "I think that little Friend wants to take some Fresh Air! " and laughed out loud too)

Well, one day I was wearing an Old Pair of Pale Blue Briefs, which ended up being very loose (as it always happens with Briefs and Tighty Whities when you wear them a lot) so, my Balls kept falling to one side or the other, I pushed them back inside from that (now Big Gap) in my Jean's Crotch. I was Home alone doing my Homework, sat at the Table, and with every minimum Movement I did Balls would "fall apart" so then I'd push them back in, until next thing that happened was my Dick popping out from my Briefs Leg, I did the same, push it back in, it flopped out, I pushed back in again and so on, then I started getting hard, from all that pushing on my Dick and it started to feel real good as well, then I pushed it and pushed it, but didn't place it inside my briefs again, so I was fully Erect with Dick and Balls totally uncovered and "raising" from that Big Hole in my Jeans.. Then I started to breath heavily, my Heart racing faster and faster and without any warning I experienced a extremely need to Pee and a sensation I was about to die.. I squeezed my Body, put my spread legs back together and it happened.. I had my First wet Orgasm.. I didn't Cum a lot, it was just a few drops of a mix of White and Translucent liquid in the Tip of my Penis (I'm Uncut) I felt really Freaked out! I thought it was bad.. My Heart pounding almost out of my chest, my breath accelerated, My Goodness! What is wrong with me? Then everything was slowly getting back to a Normal state and I remembered I had seen Semen (of course I didn't know its Name yet) in one of my Uncle's Porn Magazine I've once found hidden in his Tools Trunk, and realized that it was just what I was seeing coming out from my Dick. I composed myself, wiped my Willy and finished doing my Homework before my Mom and the rest of the Family got back. Needless to say from that day on I kept doing it everyday, almost 3 times in 2 hours (awe! I wish I had that Stamina now!) inside the Bathroom, and in the same way. My Mom mended the Hole in the Jeans but I managed to rag it again and kept Jerking off for a long time using that "Method" until I switched to the one everybody know (and use) (Absolutely True Story) I wish I could experience those early feelings again!

My first orgasm was a wet dream at about 12 years old. I new about various sex acts from reading the letters in my dad's Penthouse magazines, but hadn't really put it together that i could cum by stroking my cock myself. I was dreaming one night about getting a blowjob like i had read about, and it felt better and better until i came and woke up with cum in my underwear. It hadn't frightened me because i had read about orgasms and ejaculation in the letters. I cleaned up and went back to sleep and the next day i got to thinking about it and realized that I simply needed to stroke my cock to cum again. I went into the woods near our house, pulled out my cock and started stroking which soon resulted in another orgasm and ejaculation. It's been game on ever since. Soon after i found my mom's vibrator and discovered the additional pleasure of anal stimulation during masturbation. I only used her vibrator a couple of times before deciding it was too risky sneaking it use, so my goto object was fat pen or one finger. After i left home at 17, i soon purchased proper toys to use anally and still do to this day 40 years later😃

I recall no masturbation for pleasure until age 15 in my bathtub one evening in 9th grade, producing my first-ever orgasm, complete with delightful spasms and shooting semen. However, I do recall handling my penis before that, but just to examine and see how long it was soft or erect, and to see how much my foreskin moved. I also recall measuring it soft and erect, but don't recall the numbers. I knew about semen and PIV intercourse but had no real practical idea about how the semen got out or the other mechanics leading to orgasm until I did it to myself almost by accident that night in the bath. After that, I was an enthusiastic masturbator immediately.

Eric

I can recall stimulating my penis as early as 4 or 5. I don't know if one could have call it masturbation. The activity most often occurred on a Saturday morning, I would lay on my stomach in front of the television to watch Saturday cartoons. I didn't wear PJ's and would walk around in my white briefs at that age.

I recall getting spontaneous erections, most probably caused by needing to pee and not wanting to go to the bathroom because I might miss something on the tele. Once hard I would press it against the floor and I would sometimes thrust sporadically, getting a good feeling from it as I rubbed against the floor. Eventually I would get so hard and push against the hardwood floor that I felt a good, soothing tingle out of my penis. If it pulsed, I wouldn't have seen it as I laid flat on my belly. I guess they were dry orgasms/ejaculation.

14 my younger cousin told me about it.

Although I'm sure it was not my first time, the first time I can recall was when I was in junior high school. We had a full basement with a fuel tank for the heater. When I was alone, I would strip naked, climb on top of the fuel tank, tie my ankles to the joint cross supports, and hang upside down while I masturbated. It didn't take much to get me off.

[...] When I was alone, I would strip naked, climb on top of the fuel tank, tie my ankles to the joint cross supports, and hang upside down while I masturbated.

Something about this tickled me, GreyDesigner! (Thanks for that!) Sounds like it was the end-result of previous, less spectacular, 'experiments'! Wish you could remember something about those!

- Ken

I can recall stimulating my penis and putting things in my rectum as early as 8 or 9. Used to lock myself in the bathroom, put a towel down on the floor and pretend I was at the doctor's office.

My first ejeculation was also a medfet moment. I created this scenario in my head about a doctor instructing me to manipulate my penis for "therapy." (I even took a magic marker and drew arrows on my penis like I was the doctor giving clear instructions!)

Needless to say, after enough stroking in certain directions, I achieved my first orgasm. And was promptly disappointed that my erection went away and the fun was over, at least for the near future. I guess they never told us about recovery time and second erections in sex ed.

Although I'm sure it was not my first time, the first time I can recall was when I was in junior high school. We had a full basement with a fuel tank for the heater. When I was alone, I would strip naked, climb on top of the fuel tank, tie my ankles to the joint cross supports, and hang upside down while I masturbated. It didn't take much to get me off.

Be careful what you do alone. Years ago a neighbor was found in his attic hanged to death. They called it a suicide but couldn't understand why his pants were down.

Me being a faithful reader of Hustler magazine knew exactly what he had been doing but kept it to myself.

Sounds like it was the end-result of previous, less spectacular, 'experiments'! Wish you could remember something about those!

- Ken

Actually, it was part of a series of experiments. I discovered that I could achieve a hands free orgasm through stress. We had a heavily wooded area a few blocks from my house and one day I decided to enjoy the breeze of swinging from a tree branch with my pants down. While pulling up my feet to get the swinging motion, I had an orgasm (at that age, I think a guy could orgasm by blinking his eyes). I did that several times until I almost got caught.

Mine was just a few months before my sixteenth birthday. It was while I was living in a college dorm for a month for a summer science program. I had never had anything like communal showers before, and this still wasn't quite communal, but each suite had two bedrooms per shower, with two guys per bedroom. The shower wasn't in a separate bathroom, but rather just at the end of the hall connecting the two bedrooms with only a shower curtain providing any privacy. The program assigned roommates and suite mates by age, and we were the youngest room and suite, but on top of that, I was also the latest bloomer. Over the course of that month, I never saw my roommate completely naked, but he was always wearing nothing more than tighty whities, and I could tell his penis was as big soft as mine was hard (and he was the youngest guy in the program!). However, I did get to see my very cute Thai-American suite mate getting out of the shower once. I was wearing somewhat baggy jeans per the 1992 style, so he didn't notice my penis becoming fully erect faster than I think ever before or ever since. But as soon as he got dressed and left, and I had the suite to myself, I lay down on my bed and started rubbing my throbbing penis. I was not even wrapping my hand around the shaft. Just my palm was rubbing the underside, pressing it against my lower abs. I started first on top of my jeans, then reached into my jeans without even unbuttoning or unzipping them (I miss being that skinny), and finally reached into my underpants. Once my hand was touching my penis and scrotum, I doubt it took even a minute before I ejaculated, for the very first time. Since I had finished my sophomore year of high school, I knew intellectually from freshman health class what was going on, piecing together the jerk-off version of air-guitar hand motion my friends would do, and realizing that wrapping my fingers around the shaft worked even better. I basically went from asexual to obsessive in terms of sexual curiosity, attraction, masturbation, etc. in that one summer when I was fifteen, making up for all the lost time the previous couple of years when all my friends had figured out this stuff more gradually.

I've written about this elsewhere on this site i believe? my earliest experience was about 7 or 8? i believe i sent out sub vibes as a kid, before i learned how to hide for 'self preservation' (double edged sword, eh?). i had a crush on one neighbor boy in particular, Danny Newberry. One day while at his house, he took me into his bathroom and showed me an enema nozzle. He had a sparkle in his eyes as he explained what it was and how it worked. i couldn't wait to get home, went into our bathroom and retrieved the box in the cabinet over the toilet that had the red enema bag and cream colored nozzle. i removed the nozzle, and found the vaseline in the medicine cabinet and lubed both me and the nozzle as Danny had described, and inserted the nozzle into my rectum, imagining Danny doing it to me. i guess i have always pretty much been a bottom and my rectum has always been my primary means of sexual connection. i didn't discover my penis till i was 14 or 15, but after the enema nozzle, everything i saw was a potential dildo.

I have mentioned this in another thread but it should also fit here. My memories of masturbation go back a very long way and in all probability my very early activities may be not thought of as masturbation as we adults know it.

As a little kid I always seemed to have an acute interest in my own penis and it was regularly getting erect even as early as 3 - 4 years old. I can recall my mother chasing me around our large family garden at around that age with minus trousers and a blazing erect penis; the words "put that blessed thing away you dirty little boy" echoing in my ears. Totally the wrong response from her in reflection but time were different in the 1950's.

Anyway I played with my penis in bed at night, every night, and it is what sent me to sleep. As soon as i was in bed and the light was turned off and mum & dad were back downstairs I would roll on my side (right side was my preference) and push down my pyjama bottoms and then slide my hands down between my thighs with backs of hands facing one another. My already erect penis would then slip in between my forearms and I would begin rocking or thrusting so that he slid up and down providing a wonderful sensation. Obviously at that age there would have been no ejaculation but some form of finale must have occurred.

I used that method until about the age of eleven when I discovered that it was even better to masturbate with ones hand and that must have been the time I actually ejaculated for the very first time.

I think I was 12 or 13 when I first masturbated. My dad had explained it to me but I didn't really have any curiosity in doing it. One night, I was in bed and suddenly got a boner. I played around with it for a while and drop came out. I thought that was how masturbation always went and I didn't really get the big deal about. The next time this happened a few days or weeks later, a lot more shot out and it felt good. It still wasn't the level I reach now as an adult but I started to get the picture.

It all started when I was about 12 years old. I'd heard about it in a health sex education class at school but it was mentioned rather quickly so I had a vague idea what the word meant. A couple of times I tried rubbing myself when I would get one of those erections, that happen for no apparent reason, when you're young. I didn't feel anything at first and later on, I tried it again once, sitting on the toilet. It finally happened! I had my first orgasm and as I remember nothing really came out but it sure felt great! I was so flustered the first time, I had to go outside to be alone and cool down. I was filled with wonder and a little guilt but I couldn't wait to try it again. Eventually, I began ejaculating and I guess the rest is history...

I discovered masturbation myself. When I was about 9 years old, I noticed that lying on my stomach when I pressed my body tightly against the couch I had pleasant feelings. It was short-lived and I don't know if it can be called masturbation. Later, I discovered that rubbing on the couch with a penis is quite pleasant.

First, I believe I began masturbating earlier than most here. I'm not exactly sure of my age, maybe as young a 5, since I was still being bathed by my mom! I had gotten poison ivy on the underside of my penis - so rubbing it not only felt good but it produced to my great surprise an erection. I still remember seeing that!

I rubbed and the poison ivy enhanced the pleasurable feeling. No ejaculation, no pre-cum, just reaching a peak where it simply twitched and the great feeling left. . I had no idea what it was about, but from then on I continued the practice of rubbing myself long after the rash was gone. My mom saw me doing this one time, and she laughed a bit and say something to my dad about it, but never stopped me.

I hate to be a downer to all of us who thought we were sexually aroused at 4 or 5 or 6 years old by getting an erection and perhaps stimulating ourselves but if we could ever remember way back, our penises got erect even as infants; not by arousal but simply by our physical and neurological makeup. It could have been from having to urinate to the feel of diapers or even a change in body temperature.Even when we reached 5 or 6 or 7 years old and had the sensation that an erection feels good it was rarely associated with any sexual drive.

When I was in 6th grade I heard some of the other boys talking about cumming. I went home and tried and tried-nothing. Everything then went on the back burner until my body reached puberty and my erections did become sexually driven for the first time and then the flood doors were opened. Unfortunately, I was a late bloomer and I have always been envious of the guys who reached puberty in their early teens.

if we could ever remember way back, our penises got erect even as infants; not by arousal but simply by our physical and neurological makeup. It could have been from having to urinate to the feel of diapers or even a change in body temperature

Indeed. Nothing so humiliating as listening to your mother converse with your aunts or her lady friends and her talking about how you'd get stiff back before you could even walk. They would laugh and giggle knowingly and do the 'oh so cute' thing and utterly demolish any sense of self-worth you had as a young lad.

Perhaps the ladies meant well and liked to be oh so world-wise about erections and all that. But goodness was it ever so humiliating.

Remember I was bathing and I told my mom I can shoot out white colour thing and then I showed her how. Didn't know that was semen till I learn science.