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the first time you discovered a little self lovin'

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I don't have any funny stories personally but my brother in law did. my sister told me this and I still laugh about it every time I think about it.

not sure how old he was but his grandfather has passed away recently and they were close. well a few days later in the shower...he started loving thy self. pos repping the mod. charming the snake. doing the han solo. so anyways...he sees some head and shoulders and thinks to himself "hey I should use that it will feel better" So he applies the shampoo not realizing it had menthol in it. Then it starts to burn...it's burning him so bad he thinks it's his grandfather watching him showing his disapproval. so he stops. and doesn't try again for a long time for fear that his grandfather will show his disapproval again.


anyone else have any good stories?
 
all I remember is that the internet and kathy ireland were involved
 
i waited 30 min for the picture to download on dial-up like everyone else; so much in the anticipation as the pic loads from the top down
 
Funny to think that so many of you whippersnappers grew up cranking it to the Internet. Back in my day, we had to use our imagination. Hot chick in my social studies class with tight blue jeans FTMFW.
 
Skinemax at like 2 am, Passion Cove. Ohh yeahhhh.
 
I do remember the first time I saw a hardcore vid vs. that soft shit (downloaded some skeezy video off kazaa iirc). MIND BLOWN.
 
My first time came as a result of teaching one of my sister's hot friends the proper batting stance. I think she knew what she was doing to me.

And yeah, the SI swimsuit edition was gold (and sticky).
 
LOL "pos repping the mod". Thats the euphamism of the year.

As for "stimulating" reading materials, I had a little different experience for a kid in the 1970s. My parents were total puritans who wouldn't even allow me to watch Charlie's Angels on TV because they didn't want me having dirty thoughts. But my buddies and I had a homemade "fort" out in the woods that our parents didn't know about. After school everyday we'd ride our dirt bikes out to the fort, and Stephen Colley's dad, who happened to be the president of the local community bank, had hundreds of porno magazines. Stephen would take 4 or 5 pornos out to the fort because apparently his dad wouldn't miss a few out of his collection of hundreds. And they weren't all Playboys either - there was some really wierd hardcore stuff from foreign countries -- Stephen's dad apparently shopped at some sex store on Hillsborough Street because this was stuff you couldn't just buy at the local 7-11. Since our fort didn't have a roof and was subject to the elements, we had to store the magazines in metal ammo boxes that we bought at the local Army Surplus store to keep the pornos dry. Anyway, we never jerked off at the fort because that would be really wierd, but I got some vivid mental images from those pornos that served me well.
 
Very early on just after I had my first wet dream, I knew what had happened and that it felt good, but I had no idea about the proper mechanics to accomplish the neatest trick ever invented.

So after becoming aroused by mental images of Cindy Crawford in the Sport magazine swimsuit issue or the hot slut in my seventh grade class, I proceeded to repeatedly "bounce" my ventral side (face, chest, abdomen, groin, thighs) against the top of my matress until the deed was done. Mind you, I'm not talking about pelvic thrusts into a pillow, I'm talking flopping around like a fish out of water on my bed until I blew my load. I literally did this several times a day for many months until I figured out an easier and quieter way of taking care of business.

That was also around the time I tried to suck my own dick.
 
quadrupledeac said:
Very early on just after I had my first wet dream, I knew what had happened and that it felt good, but I had no idea about the proper mechanics to accomplish the neatest trick ever invented.

So after becoming aroused by mental images of Cindy Crawford in the Sport magazine swimsuit issue or the hot slut in my seventh grade class, I proceeded to repeatedly "bounce" my ventral side (face, chest, abdomen, groin, thighs) against the top of my matress until the deed was done. Mind you, I'm not talking about pelvic thrusts into a pillow, I'm talking flopping around like a fish out of water on my bed until I blew my load. I literally did this several times a day for many months until I figured out an easier and quieter way of taking care of business.

That was also around the time I tried to suck my own dick.
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"I guess everyone gets curious and tries it sometime..."

 
BoogityBoogity said:
LOL "pos repping the mod". Thats the euphamism of the year.

As for "stimulating" reading materials, I had a little different experience for a kid in the 1970s. My parents were total puritans who wouldn't even allow me to watch Charlie's Angels on TV because they didn't want me having dirty thoughts. But my buddies and I had a homemade "fort" out in the woods that our parents didn't know about. After school everyday we'd ride our dirt bikes out to the fort, and Stephen Colley's dad, who happened to be the president of the local community bank, had hundreds of porno magazines. Stephen would take 4 or 5 pornos out to the fort because apparently his dad wouldn't miss a few out of his collection of hundreds. And they weren't all Playboys either - there was some really wierd hardcore stuff from foreign countries -- Stephen's dad apparently shopped at some sex store on Hillsborough Street because this was stuff you couldn't just buy at the local 7-11. Since our fort didn't have a roof and was subject to the elements, we had to store the magazines in metal ammo boxes that we bought at the local Army Surplus store to keep the pornos dry. Anyway, we never jerked off at the fort because that would be really wierd, but I got some vivid mental images from those pornos that served me well.
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suddenly...everything makes sense
 
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