I am a newbie, so be gentle?

I do not remember my first orgasm, per se, but then I started pretty early.

When I was young, my father used to subscribe to Playboy. I liked Little Annie Fanny, or their buxom cartoon based on Little Orphan Annie....Of course I did not really understand it, but we did not have comic books around, so that was as close as it got for me.

My first memory of a sexually charged moment I recall was when I had taken my mandatory afternoon pre-school nap on my parents large bed. I was 4. My mom was adamant about naps, or her need for some quiet anyway. On this particular day I awoke and figuring I was not welcome to get up yet I looked for something to do. I found a Playboy in their headboard bookshelf and thumbed through it. It was a blonde, with feather boa and cleavage but not much really revealed in those days' centerfolds. I don't know what happened to my pants, but somehow they came off. Having looked at all the pictures and cartoons, I let myself out of her room and wandered out into the living room with no pants on, and an erection. Unfortunately, my mother was conducting a senior girl scouts meeting, and I remember them all giggling at me.

Later, around 5 or 6 I found a book on Japan and some of the pictures depicted Japanese pearl diving girls with full and bare breasts. I was hooked. Somehow I went from sneaking peeks at that book regularly to developing my own nightly habit of masturbating....As you might have read elsewhere, I did not know what sex was, of course, so grasping it and stroking it did not occur to me for many years. Instead, I would lay on my open palm, with the root of my cock pressed against the base of my hand and the pad of flesh below my thumb, and I would rock or twist on it until I felt the dry but satisfying waves of orgasm. It was a nightly habit which helped me get to sleep.

I related the incident where after a joint bath, which we did often to conserve water, time, or during which we played enough to make it fun so that it was not a fight to get us in there, my brother and I were both sporting erections for some reason. I was perhaps 8 and he probably 6 or 7. As he went to open the door from the master bedroom in whose connected master bath we had just emerged, I stopped him and engaged him in 10-15 seconds of a sword duel with our cocks. It excited my cock enough that I had to do my thing, and I went over and lay naked on the hard edge of my parent's mattress, and with my hand in position as I described, I moved on it for a few seconds until I found release and enjoyed my dry heaving spasms.... My brother just watched, though I have no clue if he knew what I was up to, and when I was done and wilting, we looked down the hall (my parents were entertaining I think at the other end of this ranch-style home) to make sure the coast was clear, and raced to our respective rooms. Nothing was ever said of it again.

At twelve I became regularly employed and was in some demand as a babysitter. I was always good with kids and animals, or so my mom said. Anyway, I regularly had 2-3 evenings a week where I was earning pocket money babysitting. Often, I would have two offers on the same night. I always took the ones that offered the best entertainment....

One family in particular got my business regularly on Friday nights. There lone son was always in bed before I got there, so I had the whole evening to study or read. I was a pretty voracious reader. I soon found out that on their bookshelves in the living room was a stack of Playboys.

Well, I remember some of those girls to this day. I could enjoy 4-5 spasming delicious moments the first hour they were out the door, and another couple for each hour they were gone. Oh, to have that level of virility still....

I do remember them displaying a lot more, and that I would pick a different part of their face or body to linger over each time....I even remember being excited just at the placement of their hands, and the hair on their thighs or tummies or arms when backlit. I "loved" lots of different things about those gals. My habit became such that even Sears or Penney's catalogs and the lingerie sections (especially nursing bras with the tease of the flap coming down.....) were all I needed visually to enjoy myself.

One day a lady for whom I had never sat before had something come up, and she asked if I would come over. It was an after school period of the afternoon, and her child was asleep and she just neede to run an errand or two. Well, as soon as she was out the door, I found similar magazine entertainment on their coffee table, and soon with my pants open and my hand underneath me, I was lying on her carpeted front room withe the magazine open in front of me. She had forgotten something, coupons or such, and came back in. I am pretty sure she caught me, or I made a good show of hiding what I was doing, as she said nothing, got what she needed and left again. Years later I used that memory in fantasies about what she might have stayed to observe, show me, or teach me.....

At about 14 I found a stash of magazines that workmen had collected and kept in the utility room in our military housing unit. I had a key. I was by now sharing a room with a brother, and so privacy was hard to come by to satisfy my regular urge. When my mom was out shopping or such, I would sneak downstairs, grab a magazine or two, and slip back upstairs. Our rooms did not have locks on them, but the bathroom did. I found that mid-afternoon baths became very exciting as I ran a couple inches of hot water, propped Miss October up on the back rim/wall of the tub, and slipped the soap bar into my hand and rutted against the soap, my hand, or the slick and smooth surface of the tub....it was about this time that I started ejaculating, and those crazy squiggly streams of cum were fascinating to play with, if I could catch them, and use them to rub myself hard again....

A long-ish account, but perhaps that is what you were looking for? I would love to hear about the ladies awakenings.....

WOW Chase! Thank you and thanks to all you guys out there for your answers to my query's

By the way Chase, How long is your grocery list when your done writing it? I have a feeling the ingredients from the back of the box's are also listed aren't they?

We'd rather not hear about what you did sexually at age 12, rick.