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Jack-Off
I am a jack-off and have no apologies to anyone for it. I am an old jack-off, being 68 years of age, and have been jacking since I was nine years old. That makes 59 years I have masturbated, and I have enjoyed every second of it. While it may be of no real interest to many people, I want to relate the masturbatory aspects of my life just in case someone may be curious.
I don’t remember when I didn’t enjoy playing with myself. While in the bathtub I would always fondle and caress my little cock, enjoying the act immensely and always played around with my genitals before sleep. Then came the day that turned my life around. We were on a visit to an aunt when a cousin asked me if I knew how to "jack-off". "Jack off?" I said, "What’s that?"
"Give me your finger," he told me, "I’ll show you."
He proceeded to show me how to grasp my cock and stroke it. I filed the information away as of some interest and to be investigated further later on, and went about my activities.
Later that day, I was in the tub and happened to remember what the cousin had said. I tried this new thing a couple of times and thoroughly enjoyed my little pecker getting very hard, but it was nothing really earth-shaking. At last, when the bath was through, I decided I wanted to pee while my little organ was hard, so after drying, got the rhythm going again in order to experience peeing "while it was big". Things started to happen then! It began to tickle and the feeling grew until it filled the world. I couldn’t stop any more than I could have stopped breathing. Then the first of many, many orgasms spread its immense rapture throughout my very being. My little cock reached a point of such sensitivity that I couldn’t stroke it any more, and I went into a series of bodily jerks, curving spasmodically over the joy-giving little bit of flesh between my legs. Of course there was no ejaculate at that tender age, but the orgasm was thorough and complete.
As with all American children of that era, I absolutely knew that anything which felt that good must necessarily be extremely bad, and had an attack of conscience, vowing never to do it again. The resolve lasted at least an hour but began to leak through a hole in the memory of how very good it felt. That afternoon I happened to be alone in an attic playroom and took a chance on doing it again. It was just as good and I didn’t die, so I began to think a little differently about my new activity. Before bed that night, I did it again, so enjoyed three orgasms on my Day of Discovery. All that happened during the winter of 1944. I have always felt most indebted to my cousin for my education.
Our visit must have been during Christmas break, for not long after that we returned home and I had more opportunity to practice my new hobby, there not being so many children as at my aunt’s. My habit grew and grew until I was jacking sometimes 4-5 times each day. I would begin the day with a jack-off before I arose and end it with another before sleep. I would also partake as often as opportunity would allow during the day. On the weekends I had lots of chances to bring myself off, but during school, things were somewhat limited. If an opportunity did offer itself however, I was sure to take advantage of it. Being the class asshole, I was often at odds with the teacher and was regularly assigned to a penitential seat in a rear corner of the classroom where I was able to jack. I wonder how many fourth-graders have masturbated in the classroom. Probably some few, but I would venture a sizeable bet that not many did it as often as I.
On one occasion I thought I was busted. There was a little green-eyed blonde named Barbara in the class, and I was terror-stricken one day to finish an orgasm and notice her watching me. Her expression was neutral and didn’t change. We sat looking into each other’s eyes for some time, but she turned again to watch the teacher. She didn’t say anything later on, nor did I. In later years I realized I missed a great chance at some most enjoyable games of "doctor" with Barbara, but at the end of one’s first decade of life, I guess we can be expected to miss out on a lot. In passing, I have thought of the consequences of being caught jacking-off in a fourth-grade classroom in the mid 1940’s and have realized how really fortunate I was in escaping that fate. If my mother had left anything of me to prosecute (which is doubtful) I would no doubt have been welded into a cell in the lowest level of the vilest prison in the country and would no doubt have still been there.
It was a year or so later that I was introduced to pornography. The GI’s were returning from overseas and many of them brought with them lots and lots of photos of nude people doing all kinds of things with and to each other. Naturally, the "little brothers" of the returnees had a field day showing something like that to "the guys".. I still remember very vividly the first porn pic I ever saw. It was a rather well-fed, dark-haired woman straddling a ladder –backed chair, her dark-haired crotch in plain view, with just a hint of inner lip showing. Naturally, in that era, the pic was black and white. Even after all these years, I can still see that photo in my mind’s eye. To this day, I enjoy pornography and surf the net regularly looking for new things. My tastes run to plump, softer women who like to be totally naked and not at all shy about showing their charms, and if the porn is from "the old days", so much the better.
These days, nearly everybody masturbates, but nobody will admit it. In those days it was worse. There were a few close friends to whom one could admit they masturbated, but more often than not we would never admit it. When we began to open our eyes to what girls really were all about, things began to change. We had the "clubhouse" where we had the girlie mags hidden, along with the Captain Midnight code rings, etc, and the frequency of the "circle jerks" (although we didn’t call them that) with close friends grew closer and closer. We were a horny bunch, for sure! I understand those who manufacture categories for us lesser beings these days count things like circle jerks "homosexual activities", but I think in those days someone who might offer the opinion that we were a bunch of "queers" would have found his front porch the resting place of human feces more than once or twice a month.
I was 14 when I first ejaculated. In those halcyon days before Urban Sprawl, during the warm, lazy days of summer, opportunities to "skinny dip" in the streams surrounding our town were as plentiful as apples in October. On one particularly hot day, a friend and I were walking along a country road at the edge of town when we happened to look through the cracks in the wooden bridge we were traversing. Through the cracks the water looked shady and cool, with little silver ripples inviting the early teen-age boy’s body to enter it’s cooling world and be at peace. It didn’t take a lot to convince us, so we made our way down the bank and into the knee-deep pool beneath the bridge and were soon naked within the wet embrace of Mother Nature.
After a while, we got out of the water and lay in the sun near one end of the bridge to dry our bodies. In the warm sun, I began to get a boner. (Ah, the days of glorious youth!) Like the handy access of a cooling body of water on a hot day was an invitation to skinny dip, the advent of a hard-on was equally the invitation for a jack-off and we accepted the invitation. I don’t remember if my friend was "shooting" in those days or not, but the approach of my own orgasm brought new feelings to my sexual equipment. In those days, like now, I liked to pull the foreskin hard to the rear when I start to come, since it made the orgasm seem more intense. That orgasm was a dilly! It seemed to grow and grow until I could feel a sharp sensation in my anal area and felt something moving in my urethra. I pulled the skin even harder to the rear and was overjoyed to see a white gob of semen ooze from the opening of my cock. Like it was reluctant to leave my body, the wad of semen swung from my still throbbing cock for a few seconds and at last dropped to the sun-warmed gravel. I had come! I had COME. I had SHOT! Not a very vigorous shot, to be sure, but I had shot come! In a little while I was shooting across the room, but never in the 58 years since my first ejaculation has anything equaled the joy of that moment. Only recently I had occasion to cross the modern-day replacement of that old wooden bridge with my wife of many years and told her about that day. I’d really like to get back under that bridge and re-enact the occasion, but the little willow-lined stream of that day runs through a subdivision now, and the willows are gone. Well, I’d still like to do it.
High School came then with no lessening in my jacking habits. Naturally, like all male homo sapiens, I began dating and in those days of mandatory virtue of the female segment of society, I had more than ample need for relieving the pressure on testes overheated by sessions of "making out". I have dumped many a load thinking how Bettijean’s warm hip felt through her wool skirt. Then at last I got my first pussy. It changed the jacking a bit, but didn’t really slow it down. I got pussy occasionally, but my hand was always available.
In those days, the Draft was in effect and, wishing to get the ordeal over before I got my "real" life started, I went to the draft board with some buddies and we volunteered for draft. We were taken to the training camp and a crimp was put into my jacking habits. There was NO privacy in an Army training camp. The old bags who worked in the Post Exchanges, tailor shops, etc, looked like queens to us horny bastards after we had been there few weeks. I did get a couple of jacks while on bivouac and could occasionally engage while on late night guard duty, but as a whole, Basic was the longest dry spell in my masturbatory life.
After Advanced Training I was assigned to my permanent station. It was near San Fransisco, California, and things brightened immensely. When off duty, we could range the beaches, go to town, try to drink all the beer in San Fransisco and Marin Counties (An impossible task, I learned), and best of all, have privacy to masturbate! When I first got to the post, I was jacking three, four or five times per day until I got "caught up". It got down to a couple of times per day after that and lessened even more when I got acquainted with some of the girls of the area. I really don’t think the frequency got under 10-12 times per week all the time I was there.
After discharge, I continued my masturbatory habits, even stepping it up a bit, since I had my own place and could do as I liked. And one thing I liked was jacking-off. I was no Casanova, but had a gal in from time to time and found there were girls who liked masturbating as well as I. There weren’t hundreds, who liked to jack and jill, but there were enough to keep life interesting, and I was fucking fairly regularly.
Marriage came then and with it Friday nights at the Super Market, car payments, house payments, PTA, etc, but still the jacking kept grinding, although without the close frequency of earlier days. Masturbation was a part of our sex life –as it still is- and both my wife and I were –and are- aware of the masturbatory habits of the other. When the kids were older we got into a bit of swinging and enjoyed times with others, but the life palled and we slowly dropped out of it as a regular pastime. We still meet with others occasionally and we still masturbate, together and separately, as the mood strikes. We enjoy masturbating each other at times, and on the infrequent times we seek to join with others, we always throw out that masturbation is a part of the package. I still jack-off daily, but I don’t think my wife indulges that often. Sometimes I go more than once, but not with the regularity I did years ago. A few days ago I did do three jacks and some time ago did four in one day. My record, incidentally, is nine times in one afternoon. As I recall, I was in my late twenties at the time and my wife had been visiting her mother for a few days. I came into possession of some new porn that turned me on and I had a great time, but have never again equaled the nine times of years ago. Maybe sometime I should try. On the second and subsequent jacks my cock doesn’t get as hard as the first time and the more times I jack it, the softer it stays. The last jacks are on an increasingly soft cock with hardly any ejaculate, but the orgasms are very strong. Some day I just may see how many times a day I can still go at my age.
Not long ago, a grandson had his ninth birthday. I remember wondering at the party if this would be his year of enlightenment as my ninth year was for me. I hope it is… if he has not started already, which I hope he has. When my own sons were growing up I always gave them plenty of room when it came to their personal lives, including time and opportunity to masturbate or not, as they wanted to do. I never did broach the subject to them, but it was known that Dad was "cool" when it came to not meddling in their lives. I have no idea of what their lives have been, so far as masturbation goes, but hope they have enjoyed their choice as much as I enjoyed mine.
All in all, I am damned glad I have enjoyed being a jack-off all my life and am doubly glad there are those who feel as I do and who will talk openly about it. I sometimes fantasize about having a national masturbation organization complete with conventions and thousands masturbating at once, but doubt that will happen in my lifetime. It really would be nice…
I am always open to chats and emails with others who are into masturbating and all are welcome to email me at [email protected] Maybe we can compare notes. A Pic may be found on my yahoo adult profile.
John
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