Source - Paul McCartney and John Lennon were SUPER tight in their coming-of-age days … when all they needed was self-love.
The legendary Beatles star spoke about the early years of The Beatles and what the boys did to pass the time … including sitting around masturbating together.
McCartney told GQ he was over at Lennon’s place with a small group of friends …“And instead of just getting roaring drunk and partying — I don’t even know if we were staying over or anything — we were all just in these chairs, and the lights were out, and somebody started masturbating, so we all did.”
Paul says in order to inspire more enjoyable twisting, they would all shout out names of sexy celebs to think about — like Brigitte Bardot … before John killed the mood by bringing up Winston Churchill. He added … “But it was good harmless fun. It didn’t hurt anyone. Not even Brigitte Bardot.”
There are two stories here. The first is that John Lennon and Paul McCartney used to jerk off together. Weird- yes, unheard of- no. Sometimes you gotta rub one out with your pals. As long as you say, “no homo” or “pause” you’re cleared of any wrongdoing in the eyes of the Lord/most NBA players. *Wink wink.
The second, and I think more interesting, story is that they used to yell the names of female celebrities at each other while they were doing it. I get that this took place way before the internet and way before porn in general, but what an absolutely wild thing to do. Really makes you appreciate the times. Imagine walking in on a young Paul McCartney and John Lennon, dicks in hands, screaming “Bridgette Bardot” in each other’s faces? Or even worse, imagine having to to call up your buddy to scream in your face every time you wanted to jerk off? I get that she was an international sex symbol and wildly popular French actress during the late 50’s early 60’s (research), but still.
I’m laughing just thinking about it. I don’t know how GQ gets celebrities to say such ridiculous things, but Paul probably should’ve just kept this one to himself. He doesn’t need this headache. Neither does the ghost of John Lennon. Got to stay relevant somehow, I guess.