Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 11:08:59 -0500
From: Paul Wilson <paulwilson45@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Secret Place

This is a post I recently made to solotouch.com, and I thought it might be
of interest on Nifty, as well.


When I was growing up we had a detached garage that was pretty far from the
house. It had a rickety stair up to the second floor, which though not
finished out, had a floor and windows on each end, and it was where my
parents stored extra stuff they no longer used but never got around to
throwing away. When I was very young I discovered it was a great place to
make little forts to hide and play in, and I'd take my friends up there and
we'd play for hours. At 7 or 8 we of course did a lot of "you show me yours
and I'll show you mine," and other innocent little naked games. Often it was
just pulling down our pants for a few seconds to look at each other, other
times it was more involved. One of my friends liked to wrestle naked, and it
was more a rubbing session, where we'd rub our hard little penises on each
other, than real wrestling. He was pretty adventurous, and even at an early
age he liked to create dares like running down the stairs naked to the
garage, putting our penises in each others mouths, and things like that.
None of it was serious sex play, just fun. One time he spent the night and
he dared us to go outside naked and run around the yard. I don't know what
my parents were doing, but we spent an hour or so naked in the back yard,
having a great time rubbing on each other and stuff, scared to death someone
would see us.

At about 9 or 10 I discovered masturbation by rubbing on an old foam pillow
I found up there. I found if I lay on top of it and humped it, I'd get this
great feeling, which I began doing frequently when no one else was around.
It was my little secret.

By the time I started to ejaculate when I was 12, I had thought of making a
little hole in the end of the pillow and inserting my penis into it, and
pretending to have sex with it. That felt really great, and I'd shoot into
the pillow and lay there panting, thinking of how great that felt. I could
use the same hole many times before it got too crusty inside, then I'd just
make a new hole to use.

One day I was up there with a friend, and got the urge to do that, but had
never broached anything like that with a friend. Somehow he asked if I
masturbated (I don't know what he called it, but it wasn't the formal word
for it). I admitted I did, and he asked how. I told him I used a pillow. He
seemed puzzled by that, since I found he used his hand, and he asked if I
would show him what I meant. So I got my pillow out of its hiding place and
showed him the hole. He asked how I did it, so I pulled my pants down and
mounted my pillow for a demonstration. I was pretty excited by this by that
time, and I went to completion, orgasming into my pillow. He seemed
impressed and asked if he could try, and I said yes. He pulled his pants
down and lay down on my pillow, sticking his penis into the same hole I had
just used. With a smile, he said he could feel my spunk, and said it felt
good. He proceeded to hump my pillow, and soon went stiff and jerked in his
own orgasm.

We were both a little embarrassed at what we had just done, but we both just
sat there with our pants around our ankles idly playing with our penises,
with the dregs still dripping out of our pee holes, and we agreed that was
fun.

The next time he was over, he said he'd show me how he did it, and proceeded
to pull down his pants and lay back, gripping his penis. He stroked himself
for about five minutes by hand, then stiffened, and shot all over his
stomach. I was really interested, since I had never tried that technique,
but was willing to give it a shot. I followed his lead and jacked off. It
was a little different, but felt just as good.

From then on we would sneak up there whenever we could and have masturbation
sessions, alternating between using my pillow and using our hands. We
graduated to doing it in each others butt cracks, but never tried
penetration. I don't know why we didn't, but it did feel good the way we did
it. Of course since we didn't always use my pillow, which meant we didn't
need to clean up, I snuck an old towel up there, and we soon had a very
crusty cum rag that we used for years. It would have been really gross if my
mother had found that, or my pillow, but she never did (as far as I know).

The same friend introduced me to hand lotion up in the upstairs of my
garage, and I was hooked. I loved the slick feeling of my hand on my penis
while lubricated -- it felt much better than a dry hand, and from then on
that's the way we did it. We also found that lubricating our butt cracks
made that technique feel better, too. We experimented with various lotions,
and found our favorite was Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion.

We kept that up until we started high school, then the frequency dropped
off. We still did it occassionally all through high school, but it was very
occasional.

I did it with four or five other friends, and my cousin, as well, but never
as much with any of them as with that one friend. I can still remember him
coming over to my house and us doing things in my room or out in the yard,
and he'd whisper, "Lets go to the fort." That's all he needed to say. We
both knew it was to masturbate together, and we'd circle around the back
door so no one would see us go in the front, dash up the steps, crawl into
the fort and get naked together.

The closest we ever got to being caught was once when we were naked in my
fort doing each others' butt cracks, when we heard someone coming up the
stairs. It was my mother, bringing something up for storage. I didn't even
dare to get off my friend, and just lay there on top of him with both of us
breathing as softly as we could. My mother didn't see us, but the thought of
her finding us in that situation (laying naked one on top of the other)
scared the you-know-what out of us, and we found we couldn't get aroused
again that day after that incident. But the next day we were at it again!