Pea Roast
My preferred method of beating off when younger involved an old T-shirt and a Gallery magazine (the US version of Razzle I believe.) I kept the shirt and mag in a drawer under my bed. Eventually the shirt could stand up by itself so I moved on to the next eldest shirt.

After about 2 years I was out of fresh shirts and room in the wank drawer. The smell was getting out of control too. One day while my parents were out shopping I brought my cum wipes down to the washing machine. Just as I had finished putting the load in my Mom entered the garage. As she did all my laundry she was curious what I was washing. It went something like;

"What are you washing? You have the colors mixed with the whites. Here, let me... What the... It looks like... Have you been beating off in these shirts?"

The red crimson on my face must have spoke a thousand words because she didn't feel the need to communicate with me for a week.

Length was about the same, though it's a bit wider now.
(anotherlogan and the whit he shites, Wed 9 Jun 2010, 8:30, 1 reply)

Haha!
Respect to your mum!
( SigmaX0 Dear Die Hard. You rock!, Wed 9 Jun 2010, 10:50, closed)