I thought I was the only boy at the time that found something amazing. If I rub penis it gets hard and then if I continue, sometimes hump my pilllow for a while, if I put my penis inside soft objects and rub it in and out, then it feels really good until I get this amazing burst of intense great felling then eventually my hard penis finally goes back to soft. Then I do it again and the same thing happens. I did it for years and one night liquid came out. I thought I broke something. I was scared but it happened the next time too. I questioned in my head if other boys knew about this and did this too. Little did I know it would be a life long infatuation and daily and multiple daily occurrence. And here I am.

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Discovered it by enthiusiastic soaping of a sudden hardon emerging in the bath and compulsively pumped out dry climaxes from it for a couple of years before sperm started spattering my chest and mingling with new hairs. Dedicated wanker and reminiscer ever since.

Oh my, yes, the absolute need for this pleasure started early with me: one day at age six I was in the playground at nursery school, which I attended because both my parents worked. I decided to try to climb up one of the metal poles of the swings. As I shimmied up ... oh! What's that? It feels soooo good! For a long time after that I did it every chance I got, I thought it had something to do with the metal in the pole. When I discovered that my penis itself was the cause, a world of self-pleasuring opened up to me. My first memory of masturbation per se was at age eight, when I would lie in bed with my pajamas pushed down and gently tease my frenulum by holding it between my thumb and index finger and slowly pleasure it in a rolling pinch. That has remained one of my favorite means of edging myself. When I was a bit older, about eleven, I would get very excited at school whenever I was lucky enough to get a peek up the skirts and dresses of the girls in my class - all girls wore skirts in those days - especially if I caught a glimpse of their panties. On those days my masturbation at night was especially sweet. And to this day, I absolutely love looking up girls' skirts whenever I have the chance, and spend exciting hours later teasing and edging myself to the memory. Our cocks are truly gifts from on high!

I agree. I had five years of at least two, usually three, masturbated dry climaxes before I started leaking, then spurting in my 13th year. I think this trained my cock to need and want very frequent exercising in hand.
In my early adult years I learned to hold back from wet climaxing. This resulted in my cock being able to take many hours of stroking. In retirement with more free time my cock is almost continually aroused to some degree. For me age has made masturbatory pleasure easier and even greater.

I found my sexual self at a young age. Definitely pre puberty. I was dry orgasming long before wet ejaculations. I dont know if it was from finding my dads porn magazines and videos stash at a young age or not. But from hearing others growing up experiences I think I came into needing prepubescent sexual release before I should have

I found my sexual self at a young age. Definitely pre puberty. I was dry orgasming long before wet ejaculations. I dont know if it was from finding my dads porn magazines and videos stash at a young age or not. But from hearing others growing up experiences I think I came into needing prepubescent sexual release before I should have

I was (still am!) the youngest of three children, five years younger than my sister and seven years younger than my brother. Because we had no money, my father would insist that me and my brother shared a bath (I'd rather have shared with our sister...). Which meant that, when he was 13 and going through puberty, he was sharing his bath with a wide-eyed six year old innocent. I was fascinated by the huge size and hairiness of his cock and balls, which he seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time soaping, and he was at an age when he would have even fucked a hole in the wall. When our parents were out, one thing inevitably led to another, so I did suddenly become sexualised and aware of my little cock "feeling good". But his interest didn't last long (I'm pretty sure he moved on to trying it on with my sister), and I genuinely forgot about everything sexual by the time I was allowed to bath on my own. It was only when I reached puberty at 12 or 13 that I experienced which might be termed The Second Coming.

Hmm... I think I did discover the joys of self-pleasuring before puberty, but not long before. I must have been 11 when I first had the urge to wank myself off.

My first memories of masturbation go back to infant school days - so I was probably about six years old. A a young lad, I was into playing on the climbing bars in the school playground at break time. Here I discovered that shinning up the pole made my little penis stiffen. I hadn't noticed that before! Repeatedly simulating the shinning action was really nice, so I kept doing it.... rubbing my cock against the pole. Sure enough, after a short while this wave of pleasure, starting from my rigid penis, flushed out through me!
I had no idea what it was at at the time, but looking back I can recognise it as my first orgasm. It was dry - there was no ejaculation - but nevertheless I had masturbated myself to completion. And I loved it! I remember that my cock was a bit tender for a while afterwards, but by the next breaktime I was ready to go again - so I guess I was already forming the habit. I don't know if anyone else realised what was happening - certainly no-one ever said anything about it - but it must have been obvious to any adult that saw me that here was this lad humping away on the climbing bars, up in the air in full view of everyone else! Completely oblivious to everything and totally focused on getting off - although I had no concept of what that was. It became a daily ritual...
I don't remember when I discovered that I could masturbate without the climbing bars... but on reflection, I must have found that I could get off by humping my pillow in bed. I don't recall any fantasies at the time (they came later!), just the desire to get that feeling and satisfaction.
By the time I got to junior school (aged 7) there were no climbing bars in the playground so that probably was a trigger to my next experience... masturbating by hand. It came via an older boy who lived on the same street. Back in those days (where I lived anyway) kids were allowed a lot more freedom to play outside the home than is the case these days. We would play football or cricket after school or roam the woods nearby. I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I ended up with this older boy by ourselves in the woods. He needed a pee so he unzipped his trousers and fished out his dick.. and I must have stood staring. He wasn't bashful (in fact embarrassment of any kind at any stage didn't come into it at all - more just a a discovering of developing young male bodies) and he let me look. I was amazed at how big his penis was. It was thick, long with a big knob-end and mushroom glans. He was circumcised, and it looked massive compared to my little thing with its flappy foreskin covering. And he had a hairy bush and balls - which I didn't. Anyway, he must have seen my interest, so when I got mine out he asked for a look.
He told me his was like mine when he was my age, so don't worry - mine would get like his in a few years. Wow, I couldn't wait! Then he asked me if I knew about wanking. I had heard kids being called a 'wanker' but didn't know what it meant, just that it was derogatory. So I said, 'No, tell me...'
He started to rub his cock up and down slowly and it began to stiffen. I was transfixed. I knew he was getting a stiffy but I couldn't believe how big he was getting. He said if you rubbed it and played with it you would get a hard-on. I told him I already knew that - I could already get one. And if I humped my pillow it felt really good. He smiled and said that was wanking - but you could do it with your hand, too. By now he was fully erect and pumping his cock, pushing it forwards and back as he masturbated in front of me. His left hand cupped his balls while his right flew up and down his shaft. I could see something glisten at the end of his cock which he spread over his knob. Then he murmured 'Watch this' and with a grunt, and making me jump, he shot out a sticky white stream of creamy spunk which splashed over my socks and shoes and onto the earth. More spurting followed then he slowed and his cum dribbled on to his fingers as he milked out the last drops. He said proudly that it was spunk - and that was wanking.
From then on nothing could hold me back. I wanked off every day I could - I was still dry but loved the sensation. Then came the joys of ejaculation - but that's another story! I've masturbated whenever I can all through married life and still do most days!! Long gone are the days when I could shoot my spunk over my chest and face, but a reasonable spurt and a good load still feels great! LOL

I do remember at the age of eight or nine getting a bit of a stiffy whenever I saw Elizabeth Montgomery on TV in Bewitched. I was too young to know what was happening to me, and it was too embarrassing to mention it to anyone else although some of the older boys at school would boast about getting hard on is over Miss Forsyth who was a teacher who always wore very short skirts.

it wasnt until the day before my 12th birthday that I actually spanked for the first time. That happened when I was thinking about a girl in my class at school called Christine Phillips, who I really thought was stunning.

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I was the same. I remember being around 6 or 7, lying on the floor and humping. It felt so good and if I kept going it felt really good. At that age I thought I'd discovered something that nobody else knew about. It would be years before I would learn that I was masturbating and having orgasms.