Splatting the Undie Ads

I'm another one who kept an eye open for underwear ads. I sat at the dining room table in my briefs to eat breakfast and leaf through the newspaper spread out in front of me. If I found a tantalizing ad I would be very careful that nobody knew I was staring at the boys in the ad and thinking naughty things about them. I wore whitie tighties myself, so tickling my dick was easy through the tight-fitting fabric. It didn't take me long to get stiff while looking at the white crotches and fingering my peter.

 I would hurry from breakfast to the bathroom and jack out a load before dressing for school. If the ads were in a supplement that wouldn't be missed by my parents, I sometimes stole that part of the paper and hid it for later examination and enjoyment. If time and circumstances were right and I was really horny, I would kneel on the floor with the pictures spread out in front of me. In that position I shot my spunk on the most delightful page. Then I wadded it up and took it to the big trashcan on the back porch.

As you can imagine, all this was done with the utmost secrecy and care. Those were the days!

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