I've always liked to do this. In pre-digital camera days, I liked to set up a mirror so that I could watch myself masturbating. Later on I started taking pictures which I use to make fakes of myself wanking with other guys and women. I've put quite a few of these on the internet. I've filmed myself doing it a couple of times with my camcorder but haven't posted these anywhere yet.

I used to wear my mother-in-law's girdle and stockings. Unfortunately, the girdle was too tight to wear for long. I now have a couple of girdles in a larger size which I wear routinely under my clothes without panties so that my cock is always hanging free. It's very pleasant to go out like this. o One advantage of a girdle is that it's easier to get my cock out and fondle while I'm driving. One disadvantage is that if I also wear stockings, my girdle tends to slide downwards.

Try roselynn.com for used panties. When I was married, my wife left for work in the morning while I was still in bed. I'd retrieve her yesterday panties which she usually just dropped beside the bed or on the bathroom floor and wear them on my face while I masturbated. I also managed to get my hands on panties and bras belonging to my mother-in-law and sister-in-law when they came. Knowing what their cunts smelled like was unbelievably exciting. I'd be sitting at the dinner table chatting to my mother-in-law and thinking about her cunt and wondering what she'd say if she knew what I knew about her most private odours. I still get off on the memory when I'm wanking.

I have a new wank buddy, a man a bit older than me (I’m 74 this month) who I have known for a number of years and who lives close by. My ex-wife and I and John and his wife Carole had been occasional lunch acquaintances until my divorce. Then we mostly lost touch.
What I remember of those days was that John rather openly fancied my wife Amanda though nothing came of it as far as I knew.
My divorce was something of a relief one way and another. One of the freedoms it gave me was to masturbate as often as I liked and I took full advantage of it. Although most of the porn I looked at involved women, I developed a taste for pictures of nude, older men, especially if they were shown masturbating.
I had pleasant memories of my adolescent experiences of mutual masturbation with other teenagers of both sexes. I didn’t really want to complicate my life with a new relationship with a woman and although I’ve always considered myself straight, I gradually began to fantasize about masturbating with other men.
The question was how to make this happen. I put ads on a few meeting sites and got some responses but never had the courage to follow through.
Then I ran into John again at a supermarket. Carole was away visiting her married daughter and he suggested lunching. They have a cottage in a hamlet not far from where I live. The lunch was simple but good and our talk relaxed. Later we played chess. Sex was the last thing on our minds.
There were a few more meetings with each other like this over a period since Carole liked to spend time with her daughter.
One spring Sunday at my place, John came across a porn magazine that I had forgotten to hide. It was, to my embarrassment, about older men so couldn’t have been more explicit about my masturbatory activities. I think I blushed which made it worse.
John on the other hand wasn’t fazed at all.
‘You like this stuff too,’ he said, riffling through it. ‘I can’t have it in the house in case Carole finds it but I love it.’
He asked me straight out how much I masturbated and I told him straight out.
‘Even I don’t do it that much,’ he laughed. ‘Except when Carole’s not around.’
Then he said with a grin : ‘You want to let me see it.’
I guess it was a bit like being back in my parents’ basement with another guy from school. Almost without thinking, I pulled my cock out of my trousers and let him take it in his hand. We just stood right where we were innthe living room and he wanked me off.
It had been as easy as that and I loved it.
Afterwards, we both got naked, touched and explored each other, masturbated ourselves and each other. Before he left, I took his cock in his mouth. He didn’t cum that time but he did at our next meeting.
We began to have a session every three or four days and it was a revelation to discover how natural sex with another guy felt. We were kissing and caressing each other like teenagers and, yeah, I have let him give it to me up the ass and, yeah, I liked it because that felt natural too.

I used to brush the underside of my cock with a child's soft toy which was nice. But nothing I've ever tried beats a hand, mine or someone elses. I even prefer hand masturbation to a blow job which has never been as satisfying except for once. That was when a girlfriend I had got down on me and put a lot of great artistry into giving me a long, long mouth job that ended with an explosive cum. That was the best orgasm I've ever had, I told her. I know, she replied.

I like to masturbate with tranny pics sometimes and have actually posted some internet pics of myself in female underwear. I love to see a cock framed by a girdle and stocking tops and pics of men wearing bras.
I'm not so sure about having actual sex with a tranny or a crossdresser because I dislike big hands and feet; but I'm really into femboys.
Some of these kids look like real girls when fully clothed. I fantasise about necking and petting with them and then sliding my hand under their skirts to find a hard little cock in their secret place.

That's a very recognisable story. Now that ubiquitous cellphones have made it dangerous to flash in public, the safe option for getting nude in front of people is the gym or the golf club locker room. I strip off quickly but I take my time getting dressed. When I go to the shower room, I put the towel round my neck rather than my waist. I don't linger under the shower long enough to arouse suspicion but long enough to give guys a good look and to admire the cocks around me. I haven't had a relationship with anyone so far but I do enjoy fantasising about some of the guys when I masturbate.
One thing I've noticed is that seeing a guy nude transforms the way you think about him. There are a couple of guys at the gym who aroused no particular interest in me when dressed but it really gave me a thrill to see their nude bodies. Now when I look around at work, I wonder what some colleagues look like when they're naked. I've even got off on fantasising about my boss.
Another thing that changes the way I think about another man is if his body is hairless. I love to see that smooth, creamy skin. Cock size doesn't matter. Just as quite small tits are very exciting for me, so are small cocks.
Actually, writing this brought back memories of a sauna I used to go to once a week in my late teens and early twenties. The crowd was mostly older men. There was no open masturbation but there were a couple of masseurs who worked there. They spent their whole day naked and rubbing down naked men.
There was one much older guy I remember who used to sit in the sauna constantly soaping himself all over. It wasn't wanking but it was certainly intensive self caressing.

Jerry is a man I worked with. In fact, I was his boss in our small office of half a dozen people. It is rarely that I am attracted to a man in real life but Jerry was an exception.
Often, it’s a small and relatively trivial thing that arouses unsuspected attraction in either sex. Once for me, it was a glimpse of a girl’s bare ankle between her shoe and the cuff of her jeans. With Sarah, who was always enveloped in baggy sweaters, it was unexpectedly and very briefly seeing her braless in a loose t-shirt and being aware of her breasts shifting slightly under it when she moved.
With Jerry, it was the sight of his hirsute shin when he crossed his legs one day in the office. Why that did it for me I don’t know but that night, in bed, I thought about him while I was masturbating, imagining that he was there watching me. Very soon, I was creating ever more elaborate fantasies of him exploiting my desire and using me as a sex toy.
Being a sex object is an important part of my masturbatory fantasies. I thrill to the idea of the mistress being submissive to her maid or the master being sexually humiliated by his servant. No doubt the fact that Jerry was my underling contributed to my attraction to him.
Jerry was married – as was I – and I dreamed of supplanting Alma, his wife, in their marriage bed.
In my fantasies, in which I still indulge, he always plays a dominant role and I am unquestioningly obedient to him. He takes me home when Alma is away and instructs me to get nude and masturbate in front of him.
In other scenarios, he takes me up to their bedroom and I put on Alma’s underwear and stockings and again masturbate for his amusement that I should be prepared to abase myself so openly while he watches.
Best of all is when we get into their bed together, Jerry nude and me wearing Alma’s nightie and he makes love to me as if I were a compliant girl.
We exchange long, soft kisses while his hands roam my body under the nightdress. Sometimes, he straddles me and pushes his beautiful penis into my mouth. Other times, he turns me over, smears a generous daub of lubricant in and around my anus and then slides his penis inside me.
I feel him pound me with short, deliberate jabs of his pelvis against my buttocks and then the sublime hot gush of his cum deep inside me.
At moments like this, I’m overcome by the certainty that being fucked, having my yielding body entered and owned by another person, is absolutely the most profound sensation I could ever experience.
The wanks I have with these fantasies are among the most satisfying as I have ever had in more than 60 years of very intensive masturbation.

I used to like her femdom stuff and seeing guys getting abused by her and the other women but like most professional porn it's too antiseptic. I'd much rather masturbate to amateurs doing it for real.

The odd thing about going nude is that it takes practice. I live alone so I can be nude as much as I like but I found that it doesn’t come naturally.
I masturbate a lot, usually several times a day, and I like to get naked when I do it. But I noticed that after I’d cummed, I’d usually want to get dressed again.
Now part of the pleasure of masturbating is feeling the desire to do it build up inside me and then giving in to it and taking my clothes off. But I also liked the idea of spending non-masturbation time nude just doing the usual stuff around the house or garden.
It wasn’t exhibitionism as such ; I didn’t want to be seen or caught by anyone although that’s nice to fantasise about. I just wanted to do some nudity.
At first, I started forcing myself to remain naked for longer and longer periods after masturbating. Then I had the idea of separating my nudity from my masturbation.
I set myself the task of staying nude for a couple of hours after getting up in the morning or spending sometime naked in the afternoon but without touching myself. There was a pleasurable spin off to this. As soon as I did put some clothes on, I’d have an irresistible urge to masturbate and would get them off again to do it.
I quickly began to become more comfortable being naked and the periods of nudity got longer, first all morning then morning and afternoon. If I did have to go out, I stopped putting on underwear so that I felt nuder under my clothes.
Finally, I was able to spend all of last weekend totally nude and feeling completely at ease. I masturbated seven times on Saturday and five times on Sunday and had no urge to dress after cumming.

Internet forums show that quite a lot of men are would be exhibitionists who want people to see them nude and what they look like when they are masturbating.
My hope is that this will eventually become possible. Although this kind of self-expression in public will remain unacceptable, there is no reason why there could not be areas set aside – probably in parks or beaches - where nude men could exhibit themselves freely to people of either sex who are simply interested or are voyeurs.
One of my own interests as an older exhibitionist is to be nude in the presence of clothed men or women. It’s probably a fantasy to imagine that many women would want to watch people like me masturbating. But I know I like to see other men wanking and I doubt that I’m alone.
I particularly like the idea of someone of either sex being watched in the act of masturbation while thinking they are doing it privately but in fact being seen. When I do have the opportunity to masturbate in front of someone, I’m always aware of them being there and although it is very pleasurable, it makes it somewhat artificial.
What is really exciting about doing it without knowing one is being watched is that the masturbator is totally natural and uninhibited. He is fully exposed.
I’ve masturbated quite a lot outdoors and in cars and have probably been seen in the act but I don’t know.
Perhaps a compromise would be a variation of the kind of peep show booths where women perform behind a glass screen for spectators.
In my variation the viewer would watch me either through a video camera or a one way mirror and I wouldn’t know he or she was there. How delicious it would be to meet that person afterwards and be told what they saw. Would they shame you by telling everyone your secret ?
Imagine if it were your wife or her mother or even the couple next door. You would have put yourself a little in their power. Would they despise you as a pervert or would they be amused ?

Once when I was a teenager and still a virgin, my girl friend was on top and rode me, both of us fully clothed, until I ejaculated and filled my pants with cum. The first part was fabulous but sitting around afterwards in cloying pants was a downer.
I never did get to fuck that girl (this was in the early 1960s) but we still had fun. She was a skilful masturbatrice and did it to me a lot.
I remember that when she masturbated me, she used to let out a sigh of pleasure when I ejaculated and the cum spurted out and splashed on her fist. Then she'd get a kleenex and clean us both up.
I used to like getting nude while she remained fully dressed. I loved the feeling of her clothed body pressed against my skin and since I was naked, cumming presented no aftermath problems.
It was many years later before I met another woman who was prepared to have sex with me in this way. With her, I liked lie face down on the floor in the nude with my cock under my belly.
She would get on top of me fully clothed and ride me till I cummed. The sensation was fantastic and I still masturbate while thinking about it.

The answer, I think, is that everyone of either sex is bisexual though men perhaps more actively so than women.
If a man finds himself stuck in an all male environment, it is certain that before long he'll have lost any inhibitions about masturbating, will want to share it with partners and probably go further.

At a rhythm of at least three times a day, I estimate that I have masturbated close to 70,000 times since the age of seven when I started. If I'm not actually masturbating, I'm thinking about it.
I live alone now so I can masturbate as much as I like and be nude as much as I want. But even when I was married or living with women, I masturbated all the time - at work,in my car, in hotels, in the countryside or wherever the desire overtook me.
In those days I used to masturbate sometimes simply because the opportunity arose of a few minutes privacy which I didn't want to let slip. Usually, I like to take my time but these were literally quick wanks, cock out, foreskin pulled back, a good tight fist pumping myself and then the release of ejaculation. Ten minutes later, I'd want to do it again.
Nowadays, masturbation has become a way of life. I just want to masturbate as often as I can while I can.
I never use toys; nothing beats a hand.

Definitely still pix which let me use my own imagination. For me, vids rapidly become tedious if they last for more than 90 seconds.