The Den
At the side of my house is a train station, and a lot of overgrown spare land. So as kids, me, my brother and a few chums bult a den in all the brambles and nettles. This is a place where we would try our first cigerette, look at discarded porn mags together, and climb trees.

Anyways, one of my friends discovered the joys of wanking one summer holiday and urged us all to try it. Now i had heard of this so called masturbating before but never actually tried it. We all took a section of a porn mag and headed off into the bushes.

10 minutes later one of my less experienced mates ambled up to me with erect cock in hand, pointed at his japs eye and asked 'do you think this is cum?'

I didnt know how to react, i mumbled yes as i was still thrashing away when he shuffled up and i didnt know what the hell to look for. His face lit up with joy at his very first successful wank. He departed and left me to carry on. I didnt think this was slightly gay at all.

There is a bridge that runs over the railway track not far from our house and we used to spend many a day pulling moonys and urinating on trains as they went under, one time two of our friends held each others todgers, whilst pissing on the trains. Again we never thought this was gay in anyway.

I dont see any of those friends anymore, which is a shame because they were definatley the best days of my life.
(PieEater, Fri 28 Jul 2006, 14:00, Reply)