I win hands down. I’m sort of known among the football players at our school for doing it in our rival school’s library. At camp there was a competition for who could do it in the best place and not get caught.
I got the baseball field and the owner’s golf cart. One guy got the director’s dog (hehe). The winner did it on the Tennis courts while there were games going on, and while he was wearing a pair of shoes that belonged to the girl counselors.
I used to work at a book store and I almost got caught masturbating behind some shelves. Luckily, the customer wasn’t quick enough to see anything. There might’ve been a smell, but I don’t think so.
After that I decided it’d be safer to masturbate only at home or in a vehicle.
Hairy palms was a silly wive’s tale, I have to say. I’ve found that the friction usually takes care of that, quite handily.
Here I’ve been feeling guilty for the past month that I didn’t send you any mail or care packages when you were at camp. Sounds like you guys were fine without it…