Add me to the Sears catalog club. Before I started ejaculating, before I really even knew I was masturbating, I would take it up to my room and hump the bed to those waves of dry orgasms while looking at the pictures of women in their panties. Then when I did start to ejaculate, at 14, I would bring it into the bathroom with me, and stroke myself to orgasm. That imprinted a deep panty fetish on me - one that persists decades later.

First, when I was in high school, my mother's. Then, in college, some panties I found in the dorm laundry room. Then my wife's. Now my own.

Wear panties - my wife's or my own.
Hold the base of my dick and my balls with my left hand and press my middle finger hard against a spot just behind my balls as I near orgasm, storming lightly with my right hand.

Yes, I do and always have, in the 35 years we've been together. She does, too. She has a work meeting every Monday night, and she knows that I use that as my private time to masturbate. When she gets home, she asks me how it was. I play basketball on Wednesday night, and I know that's her private time to masturbate. And when I come home, I ask her how hers was.

Not in person - but since I've turned 50 I do like watching videos of younger men masturbating. For me it's erotic nostalgia. It reminds me of a time when my own dick got that hard that fast and that often. Watching other men masturbate is a way of recapturing my own youthful masturbation.

I started masturbating long before I knew what masturbation was. Among my earliest memories are of cupping the heel of my hand against the base of my soft little penis and humping against the bed before I went to sleep at night. My legs would tense, my butt cheeks clench, my toes curl, as I humped faster and harder. It felt so good that I did it most nights - sometimes sneaking up to my bedroom and doing it during the day, too, after my mother had fond me doing it on the living room couch and calmly told me that what I was doing was private, and that I should do it in my room instead. I often wondered if anyone else had discovered this secret pleasure.

I once found a pair of my mother's panties mixed in with my clean laundry pile and I kept them hidden in the back of my bottom drawer. I liked to wear them sometimes when I humped the bed - the beginning of a lifelong panty fetish.

There was no ejaculation during all those years of humping, just a rush of release and elation, a weightless, soaring feeling like riding an ocean wave until it breaks. Then I could keep humping and achieve that feeling several times in a row - multiple dry orgasms, I guess.

I was 14 when I ejaculated for the first time, pumping my penis in a tight fist, the Sears catalog on the bed beside me, open to a picture of a shapely woman in white panties. My erections were too hard by then for my old method of bed humping. The orgasms were transporting, as everyone here knows, and I acquired a new bedtime masturbation ritual. But no more multiples - just one orgasm, and that was it. Untll the next morning at least.

Ah, the Sears catalog -- where would I have been without it? Staring at the women in their panties, trying to see, or imagine, a shadow of pussy beneath. I ejaculated for the first time with the Sears catalog open next to me on my bed. PIctures of women in their panties still get me hard.

I started masturbating long before I knew what masturbation was. Among my earliest memories are of cupping the heel of my hand against the base of my soft little penis and humping against the bed before I went to sleep at night. It felt so good that I did it most nights - sometimes sneaking up to my bedroom and doing it during the day, too. I often wondered if anyone else had discovered this secret pleasure. There was no ejaculation, just a rush of release and elation, like riding an ocean wave until it breaks. I could keep humping and achieve that feeling several times in a row - multiple dry orgasms, I guess.

I was 14 when I ejaculated for the first time, pumping my penis in a tight fist. My erections were too hard by then for my old method of bed humping. The orgasms were transporting, as everyone here knows, and I acquired a new bedtime masturbation ritual. But no more multiples - just one orgasm, and that was it. Untll the next morning at least.

Your post has made me miss those long-ago, gentle, dry multiple orgasms,

It wasn't porn - it was the Sears catalog. I would stare at the women in their panties, trying to glimpse a shadow of pussy beneath. I'd take it into the bathroom with me to masturbate when I got home from school, and then I'd page through the catalog in my memory when I masturbated in bed at night. It led to a deep panty fetish I still have today.

The first actual porn I saw was the February 1975 issue of Playboy. But pictures of women in panties still arouse me.

My wife started masturbating more frequently once she hit her 40s, and I know she's discussed it with some of her friends, to see if she was alone. A couple of them had a similar rising interest in masturbation as they aged, but most did not. She's also compared notes on vibrators with her sister.

My wife is 55, and I think she masturbates more now than she did as a teenager. Her libido seemed to spike when she hit her 40s. She was a somewhat hesitant masturbator before that, except when she was pregnant, but then she started doing it several times a week -- both with me and alone.

Panties.
I used to wear my wife's, but now she buys me my own

I never drank or took drugs when I was young and I still don't, but I did masturbate a lot, and I still do, and I've always wondered whether the two things were related, and whether anybody else had a similar experience.
There's a history of alcoholism in my family, which is one reason I never drank, wary as I was of getting trapped by an addiction But I think another reason i that I found a better feeling much earlier -- the feeling that masturbation gave me. I started masturbating when I was very young, before I knew what I was doing, when it was just sensual and not yet sexual, humping against the bed at night. I ejaculated for the first time when I was a freshman in high school, an that first real orgasm was so wonderful that I knew I would keep having them.
And I did. When all my friends started drinking and smoking pot in high school, I didn't. I got high in the way I preferred: I masturbated. Orgasms were so transporting, so transcendent, that they were all I needed. Why, I wondered, would anyone need to get drunk or stoned if they could have an orgasm? So I didn't. I just kept masturbating, and I never started drinking or taking drugs. Masturbation seemed to have the same happy effect on my brain as alcohol and drugs had on other people's brains. And it still does? Anybody else masturbate instead of using alcohol and drugs?