My parents had a good attitude about sexual matters, and I'll always be grateful for the way they guided me. I've tried to be the same sort of parent. At puberty my father told me that I would have urges to masturbate, and it was all right, but not to depend on it habitually. He told me I'd find out that cocks were made for pussies, and about how much more enjoyable that would be than a "manual job". My mother clearly knew what boys "have to do" when they become sexually aware. I found out about her understanding, one day in my room. Normally, I ejaculated at least once a day when I was 15 years, and I would cum into an old tee shirt. Then I'd roll it up and hide it in the drawer, under my pile of underwear. It got wrinkled and spotty from the jizz. One day when I prepared to jac off, I reached into the drawer for my rag, and found it had been freshly laundered and neatly folded. My mom just wanted it to be clean for me to use. Nothing was ever said, but it was regularly done. I hope many of you had such understanding parents.