With the passing of Hugh Hefner today, thought this might be a fun topic.

My friends and I had a fort in the woods and an old suitcase that contained the stash...we were never discovered

Kids today will never understand since they can just pick up their phone any time. The struggle was real back in the day!

In my teens it was between my mattress and box spring. If mom found it she never said anything. There was a shady liquor store that would sell the mags to anybody, they probly would have sold us booze but nobody had the stones to try to buy that when we were 13ish

My dad was a little more blunt about his collection and would leave the current months isssue beside the bed my mom didn't care. He was a monthly subscriber, he still has a handful of the special anniversary editions in his closet. There are some old photos from the 70s of me and my bro as very little kids and there is a 19 inch tube TV on a rolling TV stand and magazines beneath it and one of the pics has a copy of playboy on that magazine rack.

I didn't really discover Playboy until after I moved out. when I was a lot younger my uncle was living with us; he had a few but I was too young to appreciate them at the time.

My dad had a stash to which I had access. I have purchased a few classic issues off ebay lately and provided them to my teenage son along with the strict instructions to not go looking for such things on the web. We monitor his computer and phone very closely, so far so good....

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Originally posted by TXJIM:
... I have purchased a few classic issues off ebay lately and provided them to my teenage son along with the strict instructions to not go looking for such things on the web. We monitor his computer and phone very closely, so far so good....

There was a story on the local news not long ago about a teacher in a computer class who caught a couple of 12ish boys visiting "naughty" websites on the school computers. They kicked the kids out of school for a week! They treated this as if it was some major crime.

Now I don't know what website they went to, but sheesh, boys that age are curious. Maybe kick them out of class for a week, but not out of school. Some people in education really overreact to trivialities.

I never had my own nudie magazine stash as a kid. I just knew where they were at both home and the deer camp.

The house I grew up in had drop ceilings, so I hid everything in the ceiling.

We found a stash in the woods in Maine that became our stash. It had some messed up stuff, way beyond even hustler depravity. It stayed in the treehouse.

Later on I put some on the back of my pegboard and rigged it so it could hook to the ceiling.

I skipped the stash and just brought home the playmates. Told my folks they were tutors.

On the interwebs. On a dial-up connection.
Waiting for the image to load, line by line.

When I was younger, I had found an issue that I promptly shared with all of my best friends. One of them had the bright idea to fill out the subscription card included in the magazine, as this seemed like a great idea for a consistent source as a kid.

When the magazines started showing up at his parents house, he was promptly grounded for a month. Fortunately, his parents were too lazy to cancel the subscription, so every month the magazine would show up, his mom would throw it out, and he'd remove it from the trash.

We kept our ever growing stash at a fort we had in the woods behind our apartment complex, and every once in awhile it was discovered, we weren't sure by who, but always left in place after having been read.

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Originally posted by RogueJSK:
On the interwebs. On a dial-up connection.
Waiting for the image to load, line by line.

The world's longest Slow Strip!

I had two spots. The ceiling in the boys bathroom at my middle school. I sold porn magazines in school and as a kid I had more money than I knew what to spend it on. Those were good times.

The second spot was a tree in the woods behind our back yard that had a hole in it. We had set up a BMX track near that tree. One day my dad was watching us race and noticed the tree. He said something like "hmm look at this hole I bet it is a good place to hide something" like a idiot he reached his hand into the tree and he discovered the stash. He laughed and said "don't let mom catch you".

A month after my 18th birthday I went out and got the mail. There was a black wrapped Playboy magazine with my name on it.

I hadn't ordered this, and had no idea how this was sent to me but was damn sure I wasn't going to let my parents find out. I was successful for about 9 months. They were hidden under clothing in one of the drawers under my water bed.

Unfortunately, my grandparents visited for several days and in helping my mom with some laundry apparently Grandma decided to put the folded cloths away in my room. She saw the drawer was a little messy (covering the magazines) and started re-arranging and found them. Coming home from work that day was an interesting experience. How do you convince your parents that porn is being delivered to your house, in your name, and you have NO idea why.

In the end I found out that my great uncle had paid for a 3 year subscription for me. My dad's youngest brother heard about the discovery of my stash and knew immediately what happened, as he had received the same 'gift'. Fortunately that happened pretty fast so I was only in hot water a short amount of time. I was just asked to keep them out of sight. It's sort of been a family joke ever since.

It actually worked out because when an uncle on my mother's side passed, he gave me his entire collection from the 60's. Of course the ONLY issue missing is Marilyn Monroe...

My stash was also in a "fort" in the woods. Sadly those are two things that are monuments to simpler times past.

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Originally posted by TXJIM:
I have purchased a few classic issues off ebay lately and provided them to my teenage son

Wish my dad gave me some porn to whack it to.

I remember drinking beer with buddies in college and looking through stacks of Playboys looking for the often hidden bunny symbol on the cover. Surprisingly entertaining.

My friends and I were too poor. Our "STASH" was the Sears and JCPenny's catalog looking at the lingerie section. God Bless

I hide mine in the basement. My mother found them but I didn't find that out until I was in my thirties.

At dinner one night my dad asked me if I ever kept nudies in the basement. As a thirty something I didn't really care if anyone knew so I told him yeah.

My mother found them but thought they were my fathers, so she read him the riot act. He never said anything until that dinner.

We got a laugh out of it. Mom still doesn't know they were mine.

National Geographic. Hidden in plain sight LOL