When the house was empty I'd take Charlie home after school. He didn't want to be a wank buddy but he'd let me get nude and masturbate in front of him which was fine and still would be even today since I don't wank any the less at my age and I love to be watched. Then I discovered milk bottles. The milk bottle was the fleshlight before it's time. I'm talking 1950s here. I was playing with myself in the kitchen one afternoon, not full on wanking but playing with myself and feeling good, warm sun, no clothes on and just enjoying the feel of my cock in my hand and wishing it was someone else's. I remember I poured a glass of milk then put the bottle back in the fridge and immediately after having a lightbulb moment. I got the bottle out again, poured the milk down the sink and tried the bottle on the end of my cock. It was too tight, of course. But when I smeared a little oil round the top, it slid in perfect. I was getting my hole – the dream - at last. I had a great wank with the bottle and started wanking that way when I got the chance although I still liked using my bare hand. I introduced it to Charlie and since it didn't involve skin on skin contact, he was willing to use it on me. I lay back and for the first time was masturbated by someone other than myself. Nowadays I kind of regret milk cartons.