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

Ahh... yes. And we had a great fort too!
It was supported by two trees and two 6x6s actually poured in concrete. It had a slanted and shingled roof, and a cable car that went across the creek...

My dad left a stash for me to find. We had a filing cabinet in the basement. The bottom drawer contained random Playboys from about 1976 - 1979 or so. I can still picture the covers of many of them. I think he left them for me for the articles.

We had the classic fort in the woods but never had a "stash". We did occasionally find them in various states of decomposition along the bayous of our Houston suburb, especially under the overpasses and bridges.

While working for the city, one was located in a valve riser located in a remote area. Funny stuff.

The middle drawer of a desk in my room. I had things like Sports Illustrated & car magazines on top. My room was upstairs & was only bedroom upstairs, so my Mom didn't go up there often. But I think she did discover them (just never confronted me).
If I was going to spend the night at one of my friends, I'd roll up a few issues & slide down in my bag of golf clubs. Then we could easily trade issues, etc. A couple of my friends lived very close to a public course, so our parents never thought anything about us taking our clubs with us to spend the night.

I found my step fathers stash under their bed....raunchy crap that was well beyond Hustler. So I didn't need a stash of my own.

1. Not telling.
2. I'm still alive -- that's telling

Never had a stash as a kid. We did find some in the paper recycle bundles at elementary school and there was one kid on our street who had a dad that subscribed to playboy.

At one point I had a neighbor that had a stash of the penthouse forums. I'd go over and read while we listened to Jackson Brown or some other new album he wanted me to hear...

My neighbor was a subscriber during the '70s and '80s, but he kept them in a backyard studio he never locked. I would go over there when he wasn't home and peruse the collection.

There was a bookshelf in my closet. I don't even remember what was on the shelf. At some point I discovered the bottom shelf was loose, so I pried it up and discovered a there was a nice space that could accommodate a good 8 or so Playboy and Penthouse mags.

Unfortunately, when I changed bedrooms it was determined the shelf would go away, so I had to disperse my collection between the mattress and box springs. Mom found that stash, including the Hustler given to me by my buddy, the son of a Baptist preacher. Dad said mom was really pissed. I believe him. Fortunately he talked her into not contacting my buddy's dad, and not speaking to me about it.

Older friend got playboy, hustler, and some others delivered to his house when he was in HS. He joined the Marine Corps and left both of his younger brothers and I strict instructions to always get to the mail before his mother.

She was a very strict but sweet church lady. Of course we blew it and ruined the entire operation. Later I was asked to hide the collection in my house while his mom was painting the basement in their house. My mom found it and threw away hundreds of porn mags. Also our mothers were friends so she informed Sheila about her son's name being on the mags.

As a young fella in MI during the early 80's, my best bud and I used to ride our bikes to the nearest rest stop on U.S. 23. We would rummage through the trash cans for bottles and cans, they were worth 10 cents a piece. We'd usually get 2-300, good money back then. The bonus was the magazines the truckers would toss as well. We stashed them in a hay loft of an old abandoned barn that was on the way home. Amazingly we did keep it secret, it was ours, all ours.

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Originally posted by RAMIUS:

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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.

It's dads attempt at controlling the content. I figure if I can satisfy his curiosity with some good old fashioned soft core Playboy it might just delay his seeing something he can't unsee out on the net. We found where he had done a couple of web searches for boobs and such so I had a talk with him, provided some approved content and let him know the open internet was not a place for young men to get their first looks at the fairer sex. Seems to be working thus far and we monitor all of his access points to the web and haven't found any additional activity.

Only stash I ever had was a gallon of home-made "balloon wine" I made in the attic. It tasted like something a guy would drink in prison. We drank it anyway.

In junior high, several of us would check the dumpster at our local fire dept. We came away with quite a few which were stored in the tree fort, in one of the guy's yards.

The owner of a business, which I worked for in HS, had a subscription and left them in the break room.

Only thing I was embarrassed for my mom to have found was a pair of pantyhose under the front passenger seat of our '61 T-Bird. Oh my. High school dates back in the day and their memories! Better than any "stash!" LOL

There was a grocery store in the neighborhood named "Sid's Grocery" that carried porn mags. We would try and look at them and we would get run off by the owner every time. Well, one of the kids discovered that he would throw out the ones that didn't sell at the end of each month, so that became our source. I had a few of them stashed between my mattresses and I'm sure my mom discovered them but never said anything about it, however my younger brother found them and got caught with one and he got the chewing out that I didn't.

Jim

Which one of you guys is Portnoy?

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Originally posted by Hamden106:
Which one of you guys is Portnoy?

That reminds me of the guy who went on a cruise. He asked for a quiet cabin on the starboard side because everybody knows about the port noise complaint.

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Originally posted by Jimbo54:
Well, one of the kids discovered that he would throw out the ones that didn't sell at the end of each month, so that became our source.

I had friends in Jr.High/High School who figured out what day every month they got deliver to the local card store. They were dropped off behind the store early in the morning. My friends knew what day and the window of time to get there between the drop off and when the store owner came in. They never stole them, they always left money. They didn't want to risk messing up a good thing.

My Uncle had an epic Penthouse collection. Once I discovered that, well you know. Mom never entered his room so I was good to go.