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The Attic

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by Jeff I started to masturbate when I was about thirteen years old and just barely pubescent. This was a time when people did not talk much about this subject and when they said anything at all it was usually something negative. To the very young mind, it seemed that masturbation was the special perversion of prison inmates and the incurably insane. So for a long time, I thought that I was about the only "normal" kid in the world who invested so many hours of his life to the forbidden pleasure of self-love. Was I then the unwitting member of a dark subculture of masturbatory perversion, or were there other guys out there beating off just like me, day after day, and loving every moment of it? The first hint that I might have a cellmate at the asylum came one day when my best friend Bobby came over to my house after school. We were hanging out in my room and I said something like, "What you been up to?" To this he replied by making a little jack off gesture with his hand. But I really wasn't certain whether he was "jacking me off" with this response and I wasn't about to ask. We lived in a small Southern town--Bible Belt territory--and Bobby's family owned a motel along the main highway. He had free run of the place and among his secrets he knew how to get into the attic. Along the catwalks in the attic were several cupolas (actually air shafts) where two seventeen year old guys could sit on the rafters, look at girlie mags, smoke, and violate all the other taboos out of the sight and mind of parents and Bobby's little sisters. The problem was that it was hot up there, I mean very very hot, and when we would come down (we would exit through the custodial room) we would be totally soaked and smelling so bad that even my Dad made comment on it one time. To make a long story short, after several excursions into the attic, we finally decided to strip down and leave our clothes behind in the custodial room. This was no big deal really, because like most boys that age we had been naked together hundreds of times in gym class, changing after school, and so on. It was an especially hot day in the summer when we decided to go up to our little place. We went through our naked routine and made our way to the cupola. Even by the time we got up to our perch in the cupola we were both drenched in sweat. Fortunately the air moving through the air shaft made it bearable. We talked for a while, lit up a few cigarettes. Out of the blue Bobby said, "Let's jack off." I was surprised, but managed a response. "Okay, you go first." "I'll bet you wouldn't do it anyway." "Yes, I would," I replied. "I'll do it if you'll do it." I really wasn't sure he was serious, but he sounded serious enough. "Let's do it together," he said. "Let's do it then." We did and did it many times after that--in our attic and other places. In time I went off to school in another city and Bobby went his way and we drifted apart. But I continued to masturbate and often fantasized about our "mutual" fun in the attic. Of course, that was then and this is now. But that is another story.