Damn, does that bring back memories of marathon whack sessions.
One summer's night in Elkhart, IN., I was in my aunt's guest room. I was about 14, and desperately seeking whack material. Nothing at hand but a couple Nat Geos and some old Coronet mags.
Somehow I made that humble pile of literature serve my needs, whacking off six times that night. Amazing what a young cock can do!
