Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2010 17:50:08 +0000
From: SiMan <Wetfella8062@googlemail.com>
Subject: Mates, Tents and Porn Mags

This experience happened in the summer of 1981.  I belonged to a male youth
group.  A small crowd of us had set off to spend a few days on under canvas
on the East Coast of the UK.  Whitby to be exact.  We had reserved a small
area on a farm on which to set up camp.  As I recall, there were about 15
of us between the ages of 12 and 16.  We had four tents and, as always, we
tended to share with mates of similar age.  I shared with three other
friends, Wray, John and Mike.  We were close friends, in any case and our
parents socialised together back at home.

We started off the holiday in the usual way, doing games and walking into
town at night.  The first night was fairly sleepless.  We chatted all
night. We were each 14/15 years old so the topic of sex did come up and we
talked a lot about masturbation.  We finally got some sleep.

During the second day Mike bought a couple of top shelf porn mags.  We sat
on a bench and read them between us.  Mike surprised us by announcing that
he was erect in his jeans.  Wray turned red.  Looking back I'm sure that
all four of us were uncomfortably hard sitting on that bench.

The porn mags made their second debut on the second evening.  John also
admitted that he'd brought along a couple of porn mags which he'd found in
the rubbish outside his home.  Then came the surprise that they were the
same porn mags which I'd found under my dad's mattress about a year
previous.  Our dads were obviously close enough to share porn.  We talked
about it and the four of us started a thumb through.  I was uncomfortable
to find that the centre pages were firmly stuck together.  Wray peeled the
two pages apart, it was difficult to see what the picture had been.  One of
our fathers had obviously lost control over the centre spread.  We didn't
talk about it though.

The evening was fairly warm for the UK so we were happy to lie on top of
our sleeping bags in our underpants.  We had played sport and swum together
as a group but I wouldn't say that we were comfortable with each other's
nudity.  I had seen Mike totally naked during a shower a few months
previous, he was slightly older, stronger and more developed than the rest.
I remember thinking that his penis was longer than mine. Wray had seen me
nude changing for football a week or so earlier.  I think my nudity
embarrassed him and he covered himself with a towel during changing.  I
hadn't seen John nude at all.  So lying in underpants was unusual but
comfortable for us.

Mike was keen on porn mags.  He gazed over the pictures and talked about
what turned him on about the images.  We took turns to read the stories out
loud.  All four of us turned over onto out stomachs.  I noticed that Mike
was gently flexing his buttocks.  He announced his erection again.  We were
silent for a while after this.  All of us were clearly excited.  Wray told
us that he wanted to pee, John was feeling the same pressure.  Mike agreed
to stop reading the porn so that we could have a pee break.  Wray left the
tent first.  I saw Wray's erection in his underpants as he left.  He took
ages outside and seemed to struggle to get started.  We heard him let out a
short gasp and then could hear his pee flowing onto the grass.  I was
getting fairly desperate to pee so I left the tent next.  I tried to cover
the front of my underpants.  I remember standing up and dropping my
underpants releasing my penis.  My shaft was almost vertical.  I couldn't
pee in that state and I was conscious that the others might be listening.
I made my way into some trees nearby, took my underpants off, and used a
nearby branch to raise my right leg.  I did this instinctively and I
remember the relief as my urine flowed.

I got back into the tent.  Mike had removed his t-shirt.  It was fairly
warm in there.  We all did the same.  Mike continued to read the porn and
shifted his position to sit upright resting on his knees.  His erection
showed clearly.  I could see the shaft of his penis and what looked like a
golf ball pointing towards his left hip.  I shifted to my knees but felt
vaguely humiliated by my erection.  Mike used his right hand to cup his
testicles. He breathed out as his hand made contact with the fabric
enclosing his balls.  I grabbed my own shaft.  I really needed to
masturbate.

The story telling continued for another half hour.  We'd become less shy
about our erections.  Mike seemed to be finding the while scenario more and
more stressful.  He penis was really straining and I could see his chest
was getting redder and redder the more aroused he became.  He suddenly said
that he needed to masturbate.  I expected him to retreat to his sleeping
bag.  I don't think he could hold on for much longer and he pulled his
underpants down to his knees and started to masturbate.  There was silence
and the three of us pretended to focus on the porn.  He managed about ten
strokes, pulled his face, moaned and orgasmed onto his hand and thighs.
Jon turned on his side, pulled his underpants down and masturbated himself
quickly.  He spurted semen onto the porn mag which had seen one of our
father's lose control.  I couldn't hold on any longer so I took my
underpants off and lay on my back - Wray watched me masturbate.  I couldn't
work out if Wray was embarrassed again or very aroused.  Surprisingly he
turned on his back, stripped his underpants and masturbated himself.  For
someone who was offended by nudity he seemed proud to show his erection and
announced his orgasm.  He moaned and gasped, his semen shooting in his own
face.

The pressure was over.  We masturbated freely for the rest of the holiday.
Mike became particularly open and I heard that one afternoon, he'd stripped
to the waist and lay in his back in the tent with the door flaps open and
his legs apart.  The younger boys had been given a masturbation lesson.
I'm told that each tent were masturbating that night.

It was a great holiday.  Since that week I've always been comfortable to be
seen with an erection.