My mother wasn’t nosy, but she would go into my room to vacuum or put folded laundry on my bed. Still, I hid everything as best I could. When I was in 7th grade I began using household objects up my cockpit: taking them everyone went to bed, and putting them back as soon as I was done. I found the best “tool” was an actual tool from my father’s basement workroom: a hammer. Well, the handle of the hammer, which was 7” long and had grooves for your fingers so the hammer wouldn’t go flying out of your hand. I would put a large baggie on the handle, lube it with Crisco, and hump my hips up and down and let it fuck me while I was on my back in bed jerking off. The orgasm it generated was far better than just plain jerking off, and it was instant addiction. My need to get a real guy to fuck me was born then, and it was unrelenting. I began smoking pot around this time, which I soon found out made any sexual activity far more amazing.
I kept that hammer, a box of large baggies, and a small jar of Crisco in my underwear drawer. One day I came home from school and my mother said to me, with no hint of emotion, that she put my underwear away and that I should return my father’s hammer when I was “done using it”. I felt my face turn bright red as I quickly walked upstairs to my room, and a feeling like I was going to puke. My father never mentioned it to me, and my mother never brought it up again, she also left it in the drawer with the baggies and Crisco. She obviously knew what I had been using the hammer for. My parents are from Sweden and don’t have a problem with sexuality, but I’m sure my mother must’ve shit a brick when she learned her athletic and straight acting son really loved anal action.
