During the mid-70s it just wasn’t as common for people to openly discuss masturbation as it is today and the first time I recall hearing about it was when I inadvertently overheard a boy at my Jr. High talking about how his brother had once played with penis until a liquid came out. Of course I had fooled around a little bit with my penis prior to hearing this, but I hadn’t really linked my erections with sexual arousal yet, much less had anything like this happen to me. I was so clueless about jerking off that when I thought about what he had said I envisioned some gushy fluid oozing out of every pore of that particular boy’s penis. My lack of knowledge is most likely what increased my curiosity and led to the subsequent chain of events which opened my eyes.

One lazy afternoon a close school friend of mine, John, came over to my house so we could hang out together. After talking about all of the gossip at school and looking at some comic books we grew bored, so I decided to show him my stash of Penthouse and Playboy. The magazines were hidden outside so my mother wouldn’t discover them and they wouldn’t get wet. Just the mention of these magazines made had his face beaming with exultation. In a virtual state of delirium we rushed into the backyard where I had my cache stashed.

Enjoying the camouflage of some fortuitously placed bushes, we huddled down next to the house and quickly uncovered my treasure. With slightly shaky fingers I frantically turned to my favorite section — to women performing lesbian acts on each other. “Isn’t this great?” I madly asked, as we both gawked in wonderment at the photos. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” John remarked. Just the thought of these pics had my dick standing at full mast, but sharing this delight with my buddy seemed to make this even more electrifying.

While I had experienced numerous erections before this, I really couldn’t recall one being this intense. It wasn’t the photos; I had seen them before. Perhaps it was just the excitement of showing someone else what I liked and the thrill that we could potentially be discovered by someone at any time looking at this forbidden pleasure, but I was being taken over by the tingling which was taking place in my loins.

As our discussion about what was going on in the pictures became even more intense my penis was aching as it strained against the waistband of my pants. This delightful pain I was experiencing, as my member fruitlessly struggled to escape the confines of my jeans, was further intensified when I furtively looked over at John’s crotch and saw he also had a bulge in his shorts. My heart began to pound faster and faster and my dick felt like it was growing even stiffer, no matter how improbable it seemed. Even though the layout was unbelievably stimulating, just knowing John was experiencing the same thing gave me some unforeseen courage.

“Does your dick get hard for almost no reason at all?” I innocently inquired.
He seemed rather squeamish, but reluctantly told me he did get a lot of boners.
“Do you rub yours? I know when I do it feels pretty darn good.” I said.
“Well…” He stammered, as he looked at the tent in my lap for the first time. “I don’t touch it much because my mom always tells me it’s bad.”
“I know what you mean,” I retorted. “My mom says the same thing all the time.” I scoffed, quickly shifting my eyes from his lap back to the pictures.

Following my lead, John began looking at the photos once again. Hesitantly he asked, “How good does it feel when you do rub it?” As I thought about how to respond to this question, I became intrigued with his interest in my experiences. It really didn’t seem possible at the time, but I was becoming even more aroused.