This could have turned into a circle jerk but instead, just me on exhibition!
Back in the summer of 1961 three of my high school buddies and I were sitting around talking, reminiscing about our school days and generally shooting the bull. We were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the evening . . . .go out for a pizza, or catch a movie at the drive-in [remember those?]. We kept debating and, meanwhile, I said something like “Hey guys, why don’t we make up our minds here. The longer I sit the hornier I’m getting. I haven’t had a solo since this morning,” Whereupon the subject suddenly changed to our various masturbation patterns – except for one friend who said nothing on the subject. I didn’t ask but suspected he either regarded this as something extremely private or the perhaps he wasn’t sure what we were talking about. [Not likely. He was 18.]
Anyway, just for fun I bet one of my buddies that he couldn’t jack off in two minutes, from start to climax. He was fairly sure he could, but wouldn’t take me up on it. Instead, he challenged me and bet that I couldn’t come off in one minute, from start to finish. It took me all of three seconds to answer and I said, “Okay, you’re on. Hell yes . .. no problem. What’ll you bet?” From my vague recollection of the details he said something like “I’ll pay for your next six-pack, and a pizza.” All right, I said. Take a look at your watch.
With that I stood up, dropped my pants and shorts, took off my shoes, and proceeded to lie on the living room floor in full view of ‘the audience’. [My parents were out for the night.] Stunned may not be the right word, but all of them were absolutely surprised. The buddy who bet me probably had an inkling that I’d do it – since I had been something of an exhibitionist on occasion – just goofing around.
I already had a full-bore erection by the time I was down on the carpet and as soon as I positioned myself I said, “Okay, Matt, start counting.” While he looked at his watch I proceeded with my usual solo ritual and could feel myself getting hotter and hotter. Since I wasn’t’ trying at this point to relax and enjoy the moment, I let myself go all out to be sure I’d ejaculate within the minute. [I had checked my watch as well.] Like I said, “No problem!] I beat the clock by a good five seconds! They all laughed and, except for Matt, cheered! They still couldn’t believe I would have done that!
Matt said, “Okay man, so we know you’re a f**king jackrabbit. I should have known better than to lay a bet!” I told him “Yeah, you should have, but that’s the most fun I’ve ever had winning a pizza and a six-pack.” I then got up, re-dressed myself, and after a few minutes we were all out the door headed for pizza and beer. By that time I had definitely worked up an appetite. Zany? Yeah, and maybe a little crazy [given the times], but those were days when I was feeling pretty comfortable about my own body and for some reason didn’t feel that masturbating was necessarily limited to being a private affair. Maybe I was coming out of the shell I thought I was often in during high school. Not sure. Stay tuned for Memory Lane parts 2, 3 and 4.