In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:
We’ve had a poll up for a while here (pun intended) about when our members began masturbating. Fully two thirds began before puberty.
I was curious how that stacks up with the general population, and fournd one good study (Sexual Development in Childhood, by John Bancroft).
The numbers were just about reversed, with one third of men masturbating before puberty, and the rest at or after hair appeared on their balls. For women the proportion was about the same.
What I thought was very interesting is that over half, 55%, of boys began masturbating AT puberty, and within a couple of years most everyone had joined the club. Women were much slower in getting into masturbation, and were still joining up 6-8 yrs. after puberty. Girls began masturbating in significant numbers 4-5 years before puberty, whereas the boys are clustered around only 1-2 years before.
The early masturbators, not surprisingly, were more likely to play with other boys or adults, and engage in other kinds of sex; after puberty they were more easily aroused and likely to have sex, as well.
Sounds like us, doesn’t it?
For both groups, about 40% of pre- and 34% of post-pubertal played with others of the same sex. The pre-puberty girls were more advanced in their petting than the boys. Girls who masturbate early have more sexual satisfaction, and broader sexual experience later, the studies found.
What’s interesting is that the same was not so evident for boys…”perhaps the early masturbators had well-established patterns of penile stinulation which were less easily incorporated into their sexual interactions with a partner. Hmmmm…sounds like us, again!
Interesting that we all began early–or at least began regular masturbation. Many studies show “genital stimulation” throughout childhood:
“From three years of age and on, children retain some memories of sexual experiences and can recall diem. They may be able to report quite clearly on the first time they remember experiencing pleasurable genital sensation, the first time they masturbated, or the first time they had an orgasm. It may not in fact have been the first time, but earlier sexual experiences have been forgotten. The first memories that a child has appear to be those that were highly emotional.”
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I never thought of myself as a very early masturbator, but I think it depends on how you define masturbation.
My elementary school had a shinny pole. In sixth grade I loved to shinny up that pole because it caused me to have a funny feeling between my legs that I really liked. Was that masturbation?
In junior high school, when I started getting erect on a regular basis (and sometimes at the worst possible times, like in history class just before the bell rang, forcing me to try to cover it with my books so I could get to my next class), I still had no idea why my dick was doing that but I liked to take baths and play with my erection, and do goofy thing like hang my towel on it like a towel rack. Was that masturbation?
I just always considered my first masturbation experience to be my first cum, rubbing against my bedsheets at age 15 and making a big mess. I remember that moment like it was yesterday, and without even knowing what I had just done I know that I wanted to do it alot more.
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The idea that some of us can vividly recall our first masturbatory
experience kind of validates my own memory. My first time was with my cousin who
showed me how he played with his dick, this was around 4 years old, and the
two of us had our cocks out and were jacking each other off every chance
we could, and I definitely remember it feeling really good, and we both
couldn’t wait to get that ‘tickle’. As it turned out, we both had our first
orgasm together, took us by surprise, even though by that age, (12 or 13) we
knew what cum was. We had just watched a farm hand fuck an hispanic chick
and snuck back in the barn to play with the guys rubber that he had thrown
in a bush, fascinated with the jizz in it and the smell, and I was stroking
my cousin and he was stroking me and he suddenly stiffened up, said
something like it really tickles, and then he shot his first load of cum. I was
amazed, the feel of his cum on my hand and all over his dick, so I dripped
it on my cock and did the same thing.
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I know what you mean. I was excited but in an entirely undefined way looking at
pictures of naked girls when I was in 3rd grade. I don’t recall playing with
myself then, though I might have touched or such. I had early vaguely sexual
fantasies around that time but they were more thinking about being naked around
a girl or the like and were more curiosities or “just thinking.” I recall, as
mentioned here earlier, having that first orgasm (before knowing what it even
was), and masturbation per se took off shortly after that; I was 12 then.
Though I can’t recall how it became quickly associated with what I eventually
realized was sex, as such, I guess it just came together (no pun intended when I
started writing that, ha ha) naturally and quickly. Since puberty starts around
13, and depending on the person, I suppose I started right at puberty’s onset.
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I was masturbating (and more) with my best when I was 8 and he was 7. It was a sleepover and his mom had us take a shower together (sounds kinda “strange” these days, but I think she knew what would happen there). I was totally naive sexually but oh so willing. My strict Baptist upbringing and a homophobic mother had instilled a deep sense of guilt that made my first sexual experiences even MORE exciting. Well, Dickie (my best friend, REALLY!) and I soaped up in the shower and finger fucked each other. We also masturbated ourselves (never each other). Those lil boy penises were sooo hard and erect they stood str8 up and we could snap them back against our stomachs, laughing hilariously.
Anyway, we were sex buddies after that for 2 years. Throw in some kissing, “nasty talk”, nipple licking and sucking ( he claimed to get milk from me, though i knew he was making it up, I FOUND IT VERY EXCITING), and of course SELF MASTURBATION. Edging was picked up quickly and by 10 we were dry cuming. Horned lil boys.
Anything similar out there? Who finds such “uninhibited” stories interesting? Would you enjoy some phone sharing?
Have been bi all my life, similar stories about girls.
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Very hot. My little buddy and I discovered masturbation, and then experimented endlessly with different ways to be horny. We built a fort in his basement out of big moving cartons, that his mother couldn’t get into. There was hardly any room…we’d crawl in through small passages into the “bedroom”, where we’d strip off our clothes and begin playing with ourselves and each other.
There was hardly room to turn around, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him and loved to play with his balls. He didn’t reciprocate often. He loved to show off his latest way of cumming–often hands free or rubbing somewhere not on his penis. I was in awe most of the time, and I’m sure my rapt attention and excitement fueled his arousal. I remember a day when he had collected different things to fuck ourselves with. We’d done a little finger fucking before, and it was short and intense. That day, we fucked ourselves and masturbated for two or three hours, of non-stop delirium.
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It happened before i started masturbating, but i vividly remember taking a shower with another boy one night at summer camp. We started talking about this girl we both thought was sexy. We fantasized together about being with her in the swimming pool at night. He talked about how he wanted to undress her and have sex with her. i talked about how i wanted to wear her one-piece swimsuit and hump the water slide.
At the time, neither of us thought this was weird – it was just exciting for both of us. It didn’t occur to me until years later that my fantasy wasn’t exactly normal, but by that time, i was well on my path to masturbatory sissyhood.
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I would play at the scout leader’s house. He was a couple years older than I was an he was always looking for things to do to his cock. He would modify dike pumps so that they would suck. We used to stack books on our cocks and see who could put the most weight on until it would collapse. He is the one who showed me how to stick fishing line in my pee hole.
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My first orgasms, that I remember, came at about 6-7 years old, from stripping naked and exposing myself to girls in the schoolyard behind our house. They never saw me, but it was so exciting I would have orgasms without touching my little penis. The fact that they were older (13-15), with breasts, and had such power to excite me even though they were ‘aloof’ and inaccessible, formed the root of the excitement. :)
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Back to the topic, i totally remember the way those girls would treat geek boys like us. Most of my bullying from girls was of a “softer” nature, too: verbal snubs, rolling of the eyes or other dismissive body language, and that sort of thing. When one of them actually mentioned hearing about me jerking off in the locker room, i immediately sprung a hard-on in my pants, even as i blushed in humiliation.
Most of the time the popular, sexy girls just took advantage of me. There was one girl who was determined to become a movie star, and had already been in a couple of commercials by the time she was in my class. She would speak sweetly to me so that she could copy off of my tests, but all the rest of the time i didn’t exist for her. But i let her copy every single time, foolishly hoping that maybe this time she would start considering me a friend. She never did, of course.
As for the guys, apart from two pantsings and getting slapped once, the bullying i got from them was verbal instead of physical. Being made fun of, being accused of doing perverted things (only some of which were true), and being called names like ‘fag’, ‘wimp’ and of course ‘jerk-off’.
The odd thing was that those experiences only led to masturbatory fantasies i developed, and the first time i ever had a wet dream that involved guys. i guess most “normal” guys would have shrugged off the bullying or made sure it never happened again, but somehow for me it turned into yet more fodder for jerking off…
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hi, peter, sweetie, the sexiest thing i wear during my sissyfuckup masturbations is a bra, water balloon boobs, panties and a seethru babydoll over my bra and panties and i lmasturbate my tiny sissyfag limpdick penis thru mypanties. i also love to wear a full length slip over my panties and bra and rub my masturbator penis thru my sissy slip and panties. started dressing in my mom’s lingerie as a young teen boy and masturbated that way many many times and then bought my own lingerie for my sicko masturbations as i got older. and my incessant NEED to look at softcore pornography of women in stockings adn high heeels as i masturbate my tiny pathetic sissyfag masturbator penis. i AM a total fucked up MASTURBATOR.
i’m wearing a bra and panties now, hoping i can find one of my sissyfag masturbator friends in chat rooms to have a sicko masturbation sex chat with this morning. most days i try to have a masturbator chat with another fucked up pansyfaggot masturbator. i esp love teh married sissies who can’t control their cross dressing and masturbation/pornography adddictions.
hope u have a good sissyfag masturbation today, peter.
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I actually feel sorry in a way for the attractive young women who are stuck with the problem of how to reject men. It must be quite a chore. They would usually try to be nice about it, try not to hurt my feelings. They would try to come up with creative excuses (“I already have a boyfriend” when I knew they didn’t; “My parents don’t let me date” which I knew was a lie; “I’m busy that night” which never worked well for them because then I would say how about next week; or they would resort to the old standby “I just want to be friends”.) And then multiple times I thought I had scored when a girl gave me a phone number, until I figured out the the phone number wasn’t hers.
I guess all that sweet, soft rejection is way my fantasies now are of girls who want me to accept that I am doomed to be an unfuckable jackoff masturbator, But they do it sweetly and with pity.
The one girl who actually laughed in my face was the one who had a reputation as being an easy lay. That one hurt especially.
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The bullying started very young. I have a brother several years older. I was small and skinny and timid and he was big and mean. He and his friends were merciless.
He and his friends used to call me “queerbait” which really pissed me off.
In 2nd grade there were some older bullies who decided they weren’t going to let pipsqueaks like me into the boys bathroom. I ended up peeing my pants on the walk home.
Throughout grade school I remember instances of bigger kids threatening to beat me up, stealing my lunch money, dumping my books, etc. A number of these events happened in front of girls, sometimes girls that I had a crush on, which was pretty devastating. There were even times as a kid when I thought about suicide.
The ironic thing is that I was a late bloomer. My senior year of high school I was 6 feet tall and weighed 135. By age 25 I weighed 175 and none of it was fat.
But you know how it goes, that self image of me as the scrawny geek is still there and igniting my submissive fantasies.
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i think you’re right. It must be very difficult for attractive girls who want to be nice but don’t want to end up going out with a boy out of pity. And i see very easily how that pattern led to your current wank-off fantasies.
i always find it silly and strange how even in our fantasies, we get rejected by girls. Completely the opposite of how i imagine most guys’ fantasies are, where they confront the object of their desire and seduce them, and women are falling at their feet, tearing their own clothes off to be fucked by them. How pathetic is it that even in our own imaginary sexual encounters, we end up helplessly and hopelessly wanking off our little penises while the women we desire goad us into doing it?
In certain moods, i enjoy the fantasy of a girl being sweet about her rejection, knowing that i could never be the lover she wanted and that my little penis could never satisfy her sexual needs, but also knowing how helplessly addicted i am to wanking off, and wanting to gently and compassionately guide me to embrace my true fate in life: being a chronic masturbator. In one of my first phone sex fantasies, i asked the woman i spoke to if she would be a dominant but loving Mother-figure. We role played through my scenario – an embarrassing little scene where the sexy neighbor girls dressed me in childish pink footie pajamas, with a button-up flap over the bottom, that were a size too tight on me, and “Mommy” came to rescue me from their humiliating teasing. In the end, she stroked my penis through the thin fabric, bringing me toward a messy orgasm in my pink jammies. As i masturbated frantically in real life, gasping out my part of the fantasy over the phone, i asked her, “Am i ever going to get to lose my virginity and have real sex?” She cooed, “Ohh, no, honey. No, you won’t.” The compassion in her voice mingled with the embarrassment of “Mommy” confirming i would never get to fuck a girl gave me a potent sexual reaction, and i ejaculated all over my hand and thighs.
There is something sweet and intensely erotic about a lovely girl taking pity on you and not wanting to hurt your feelings, going so far as to let you masturbate in front of her before she goes off to get fucked by her real man of a boyfriend.
And i love fantasies about having a female masturbation buddy. i entertained a fantasy quite often in high school about meeting a cute girl who wanted to save her virginity until she got married, but struggled with sexual temptations. And, of course, i desperately wanted to have sex with a girl but all of the girls i liked thought i was a wimp and a loser. To help each other deal with our mutual sexual frustrations, we agreed that we would meet whenever we could after school (or during school, if it was an emergency) to masturbate in front of each other. Part of the agreement was that if one of us asked, the other would pose, offering stimulating visuals to the masturbator. So many times she wouldn’t feel any need to finger herself, but i would meekly beg her to pose for me so i could wank off, and she would smile sympathetically and begin posing or undressing. Since i had a fetish for certain outfits (anything skintight, for example), she often didn’t need to undress, but just lay flat on her belly so i could wank off to the sight of her taut round buttocks in her leggings… Sometimes we would masturbate each other, but our physical contact would never go beyond that. She made it clear to me that we were not lovers and never would be, though it was something she conveyed through her attitude more than openly saying so. And the chance to masturbate in front of her – and for my penis to be touched by a girl! – was too good to mess up by breaking the rules of our arrangement. In the end, i imagined that we graduated from high school and she immediately met a guy, fell in love and married him. He was, of course, much bigger and manlier than i ever could be, and when we last met, she informed me that she couldn’t be my masturbation partner any more. She also told me that sex was FANTASTIC, and that she and her husband were doing it at least twice a day…
(In some versions of that fantasy, i imagine she decides not to leave me hanging, and arranges for another, younger girl to become my new masturbation partner…)
The thought of being laughed at by the girl who was known as an easy lay is also quite exciting to me. There were girls like that i knew in high school who i was secretly attracted to, but didn’t want to admit to others for fear that they would think me a pervert. Of course if any of them had gotten me alone and slipped a hand down my pants, i wouldn’t have resisted. There is an extra added degree of humiliation in being mocked by the school slut, learning that you’re not even good enough to measure up (pun intended) to her low standards.
Another phone-sex fantasy i played out was with a woman who was pretending to be a prostitute i hired for the night in a seedy part of town. She was very skanky, wearing denim cut-offs and Doc Marten boots over dark nylons that had runs and holes in them, and a fishnet top with a black bra on underneath it. When i got her to my motel room, she undid my pants and pulled down my underwear. Then, at seeing how small my penis was, she burst into laughter and refused to have sex with me, telling me i was just too dinky for her. She shoved me back onto the bed, calling me a wimp and a loser, and told me that since i already paid her, i could jerk off in front of her before she left. i meekly agreed and began to wank off, tears brimming in my eyes. In the end, i begged her to let me hump her nyloned thigh; she laughed and refused, telling me she didn’t want to get loser-cum all over her nylons, but instead i could hump the sole of her boot. i did, creaming myself and filling the tread with my semen. She took great delight in wiping her boot off all over me and the motel bedsheets, and walking out, leaving the door wide open so everyone in the parking lot could see me…
Thinking about those skanky, easy girls in high school, i love to imagine one of them deciding to keep me as her loser-boyfriend, keeping me under her control by forcing me to wear panties, telling me to wank off for her amusement (or for her friends’ amusement), and occasionally masturbating me herself. She lets me kiss her sometimes and take her out on dates, but most of the time she keeps on sleeping around with other guys, and always tells me how good it was…
– peter
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Ah, you’ve hit on a couple of my most intense fantasies right there.
Like the one where Mommy, out of motherly love and concern, wants to help me find the path to masturbation nirvana because she knows I’ll never get to fuck a real girl. She encourages me to accept this, to give up all my silly thoughts of fucking girls and get deeper and deeper into masturbation.These fantasies started way back in high school. She also enlists my sister (who had a really hot bod back then) to help me too by posing her delicious body and encouraging me to jack off to it.
Also the fantasy of the girl who wants to be my masturbation buddy. She has a boyfriend or husband who gives her all the fucking she wants, but he’s a real man, not a masturbator. When she feels like masturbating she calls me, because she knows that I’m a total jack-off who will be happy to masturbate with her any time.
I guess we share similar fantasies!
The SPH stuff I could never relate to just because the fact is my package ain’t so small, so in the SPH stuff I feel like they must be talking to somebody else. In my rejection fantasies I’m always inadequate because I’m a nerdy/scrawny/wimpish/timid beta male, not becasue my package doesn’t measure up.
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i know that some of our fellow masturbators here don’t care for incest fantasies, but i have to admit that those have become some of my favorites over the last year.
Some of the only fantasies i have these days that involve me getting to have actual sex with a girl are ones where i get fucked by my Mother and/or my Sister. i love the humiliation of knowing that the only women i get to have sex with are Mommy or Sis. They know me better than anyone, and the taboo aspect and deep shamefulness of the act (and my reluctant, irresistable attraction to them) add to the humiliation of the experience. If i’d been able to have sex with any other girl, i’d want to brag about it, and it would make me feel like a bit more of a man.
But sex with your own Sister? Sex with your own Mommy? If they didn’t think i was a pervert sissy loser before…
And Sis *loves* to flaunt it in front of my friends, people on the beach, her own friends who find her ownership of my penis amusing… i can’t refuse her, partly because i’m so helplessly addicted to her, and partly because if i try, Mommy will punish me in an even more humiliating way.
Another favorite variant: Sis learns that she can rent me out to her friends in exchange for money, favors, or just increased popularity. And she knows i get hard for her sexy friends… So i become a whore, and my Sister becomes my pimp. Not only am i a whore, but i’m a very cheap whore.
The thought of Mommy encouraging me to give up the ridiculous notion of ever getting a girlfriend is an exciting one. She assures me that she’s just looking out for me, that she knows how easily my feelings get hurt and, well, she knows about my embarrassing little habit. So she tells me that from now on, whenever i need to masturbate, i’ll just go to her and ask. Or maybe she’ll put me on a masturbation schedule, making sure that i’m always thoroughly milked before i leave for school, to ensure that i have no chance of performing if by some fluke i should fool some poor, unsuspecting girl into agreeing to have sex with me.
Of course, as soon as it gets discovered that i get masturbated by my own Mommy, the chances of that ever happening are zero…
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That sounds exquisitely erotic. i’ve had similar fantasies. i love the idea of Mommy slipping her fingers down over my penis, tickling my taut little balls, and purring in my ear, encouraging me to confess every shameful fantasy and kink that i secretly fixate on, learning how better to stimulate me sexually and how to shame me when i disobey…
The special Naughty Room is also a favorite thought. i had a fantasy like that, where Mommy discovered my secret stash of porn, hidden under my mattress and on my computer’s browser history. i got home from school – with a female friend in tow – only to find that my bedroom door had been removed and pages from all of my fetish magazines and printouts from my favorite websites and porn folder had been plastered over every square inch of my bedroom walls. Lots of Kleenex and Vaseline tubs next to the bed. As me and my female friend stare at the walls in embarrassment, Mommy comes in and asks me if i like my new decorations. “Oh, and you’ll get your door back as soon as you can stop that shameful masturbation habit. Until then, no more privacy for you.”
Then, once my female friend leaves in disgust, Mommy’s tone takes on a more sultry, seductive tone, as she comments about how she never realized that i longed for strong, Dominant women who took pleasure and delight in keeping their wimpy boys in girly lingerie… And as her fingers slip down over my stiffening penis, she teasingly encourages me to confess to her how desperately i lust after my own Mother…
Then she begins to wear kinky, sexy outfits around the house…
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