When I was in high school my friend Steve knew I was a nudist and masturbator. We played football together so he knew I wasn’t a total wimp. But still, when I answered the door naked when he knocked, he was always was a little shocked. Throbbing hard, I would say something like, “The new Playboy came, just really getting off Miss May,” my dick throbbing hard. “Want to join me?” He’s laugh and say, no, dude, I got a girlfriend for that.” Then he would come back to my room and hang with his clothes on, watching me on my knees naked and masturbating in bed right next to him. I had some girlfriends, usually from across town, and I got laid some. But mostly it was me and my hand on Friday nights and Steve knew it. He told me once he was going to bring his sweetheart, Jasmine, over one Friday to see what I do. “I dare ya!” I said. Sure enough, they showed up the next Friday, just as my parents had left for the weekend. I answered the door naked and hard hugged Jasmine, who was in total shock and shook hand with Steve, who was used to it by now. With the parents gone, I had Penthouse, Playboy and even a couple of my mom’s Playgirl spread everywhere. After the shock wore off, the both enjoyed the butt-naked jerkoff I gave them. She love it, especially watching me stroke so openly to the hot naked guys in Playgirl. I bet I masturbated a dozen or more time in front of Steve before we went out separate ways in college.