Just discovered this site and immediately felt at home. Agree almost 100% with it's morality and aims.
My earliest sexual memories begin before 1963 when Larkin said 'between the Lady Chatterley trial and the Beatle's first LP.' During Grammer School, every Friday I would buy, for one shilling,(10p) a copy of a magazine called Parade. It was so much better than the old Tit-Bits or Revalle that I had been buying. It actually had pictures of ladies naked breasts!
That was the extent of porn in those days unless you were rich and had 'dirty postcards' from gay paree(sic).
Obviously, by now, I was aware of my penis and the fact that it sometimes became erect. I am not circumsized and I discovered that retracting my foreskin and moving my hand up and down my shaft was pleasurable.
However, one night I was feeling particularly down with myself for reasons that I can't recall. I decided to 'punish'?, 'hurt'? myself. I rubbed, I pushed, I suppose I wanked. Then I felt the feeling that I still feel almost 47 years later. The boiling, churning, yearning feeling between my balls and my cock.
And then, what a surprise, what a feeling as something spurted from the end of my dick and onto my stomach. I didn't analyze the feeling at the time but you can be sure I did it again and again and again. In fact, I'm going to do it again now.
I'll be writing more soon, my life of masturbation is a long one!