The Tube

Being a pretty horny teenage guy and like many of my contemporaries, lacking a girlfriend or for that matterr even casual dates, not unsurprisingly,  I found myself thinking not only of achieving orgasm, but I wondered what it would feel like to have my penis inside a vagina. Had I thought then to use a cantaloupe, which I didn't get around to trying until my mid-20's (my loss there, for sure...) I might never have discoverd the method which would bring me the greatest number or orgasms during my highschool years, behind only my practice which I dsscribed in 'Thigh Sex."  How I actually decided to do this the first time, I have honestly forgotten. I know I searched, mostly in vain, for household items into which to insert myself. Toilet paper tube: too narrow and too fragile. Not that I didn't reach orgasm in one a couple of times: a generous amount of lube and a roll at least half full of paper provided enough structural integrity to allow me to enter soft and with gentle thrusting orgasm pretty much just as I reached full erection and burst the walls of the tube. It was quick and intense but...not really satisfying.  A large condiment bottle of some variety I have forgotten (chutney perhaps?) earned a place under my bed one school year, as I was able to insert myself into the well-lubed mouth and work the neck back and forrth on the first couple inches or so of my shaft just below the head once I was erect inside the bottle. I'd cum in it every time, but again, while it provided friction and was sufficiently stimulating to bring me to orgasm, it wasn't entirely satisfying, either. The method I did devise, and then used quite frequently when I had the house to myself, was to simply roll-up an old magazine into a tube of the proper diameter to provide a slightly snug fit on my erection, tape it together so it would not unwind itself as I ravaged it, generously lube it with, during my first attempts, hand-lotion and shortly afterwards hair-conditioner, then affix it in a convenient position and simply copulate with it.  I was at first, worried that I would get paper cuts. This turned out not to be an issue. What DID turn out to be an issue, though an easiy correctable one, was the position of the staples on the spine of the magazine. Before that fateful moment, I'm not sure I even realized some magazines were stapled. You should be able to imagine what happened during one of my first few rides as I quickly got excited and really went at it, only to discover one of those staples was not quite closed... Yeah. So I learned to to roll the magazne up from the open side, leaving the spine on the outside of the tube. (This also provided a smoother tube inside for my stimulation.) Usually, I'd slide it between my mattress and box spring (with a plastic baggie over the far end so I wouldn't make a mes between them) kneel down, and basically make love to my bed. A nice aspect of using this position was that I could vary the pressure on my penis by putting more or less weight on the bed if I leaned forward on it. I spent a good bit of time enjoying trying different speeds and forces of my stroking and thrusting, and thoroughly enjoyed this method for 3 or 4 years. With the slurping/squelching sounds my erection would make with each stroke, not to mention the bed creaking, and actually banging againt the wall when I was really going at it, obvioulsy this was a method I used when I was alone at home.  The fact that I could only do it infrequently no doubt contributed to the joy I got from it.  I wasn't much into porn as a teenager. Oh, I had a couple of Playboys and one Penthouse mag, and I did get off to the pretty models, but I usually just masturbated to my own imagination. I did sometimes look at a Playboy spread on my bed as I thrust into some other magazine between the mattresses, and thought that was kind of ironic to be getting off IN a magazine. Not the usual way guys employ magazines to masturbate.  Sometimes, even if I was not alone, if everyone else was asleep, I'd take "the tube" as I thouoght of it and roll it up in a towel, and do it laying on my side either on my bedroom floor or in my bed. Slowly and gently, so as to make as little noise as possible, I'd sometimes go ten or fifteen minutes before I'd reach orgasm.  The other nice thing about the tube-in-towel was its portability. I screwed it in other places as well:  Missionary style, between the cushions on the recroom couch. Hunched over it on the basement stairs, standing with it resting on the kitchen table, and on my little sister's bean bag chair (great by the way, I could snuggle down in all different positions on that thing and pound away! Yeah, I did that more than once. And always felt a little guilty afterwards.)  I even got in a quick session of "bed sex" in a little hotel room while my parents and sister were still at the pool when we were on vacation when I was 16. I remember I could hear other guests passing in the hall as I was kneeling there naked, hips pumping, and I'm pretty sure they could hear the squeaking of the springs and the scraping of the bedframe on the uncarpeted floor as I frantically banged away at the bed before my family returned! I was never an exhibitionist or anything, but, I reasoned they couldn't see me and they didn't know me, so who cared if they heard me? I'd overheard couples having sex in motels before. I just thought that was a normal thing.  Knowing I might be heard didn't do anything to make it more exciting for me, but it had felt kind of ... liberating to know that they might be right there and hearing me as I came.  I don't recall using this technique after I went to college. Maybe because we had platform beds then. More likely because by then I had taken to stroking with my hands. But during my teen years, I really loved doing it like this.