Sunday, May 26, 2019

Pirate's Hideaway Island (Part II)

(Part II of III)

We named our island “Pirate’s Hideaway”. That summer we swam out there probably 3 or 4 times a week depending on the weather. Most of the days when we didn’t go, it was because it was either cold or raining. And we both tried to “not do it and save up” on those days, so our cumshots would be “extra big” when we next did it together on our island.

 Over our next several visits to Pirates Hideaway we realized more and more how completely private it was, and I think that made us get bolder and bolder. We even checked and found out that the park police didn’t even own a boat, so there was no possible way that we could be discovered and “visited” by the police. And there was never any boat or rowboat on the lake, and we never saw anyone else ever try to swim out to our island. We quickly became two horny young teenage nudists. As soon as we’d climb on shore we would strip off our swim trunks and stay completely naked the entire time we were on our island. Often times, we’d be there two or more hours, and every day admittedly included at least one major jerk off session. There wasn’t a day that we didn’t leave the island with less semen in us than what we hid inside of us when we had arrived.

 There was one area on the shoreline of the island that we named “Hidden Cove”. It was a horseshoe-shaped indent with trees on both sides that actually made a little sunny beach and an area that was easy to walk out into the water and swim. This quickly became our nude sunbathing and swimming area. I remember so many relaxing days where we would just sit or lie in the sun, completely naked. At Hidden Cove I explored and pleasured every speck of his genitals with my hands and my mouth, and he’d do the same to me. We loved making it last to the point the other would beg to let him cum, and then those orgasms were among the very best I have ever had in my life! I don’t know whether being a young nudist on that island was more sensual or sexual, but it was definitely a combination of both.

 I discovered that I really enjoyed the relaxed, free feeling of being completely naked outside in the sun, and feeling the warm breeze on my dick and through my bush. It was a pleasure and a calmness and relaxation that was so indescribably good that I can’t even find words for it. Hidden Cove became our favorite place to masturbate each other, slowly giving each other pleasure and doing some 69 while we lied completely naked and relaxed in the warm sun. It was an absolutely fabulous secret summer, and we never ran into any problems or were discovered by anyone. That really surprised us, but we had also made a pact to each other that we would never tell anyone about our private island.


Saturday, May 25, 2019

Naked on Our Secret Island (Part I)

Guys we've not had a multi-part story in quite a while. Here we go with an outdoor adventurous pair, perfect for the onset of Summer. 
 Segment 1 of  3

 I grew up in a small town, and was a young teenager in the late 1970s. My best friend was a boy named Jason who was in my grade and lived just a few doors up the street from me. We became great friends in 5th grade, and our friendship grew even closer in 7th grade when we also became jerk off buddies. In our town there was a small oval shaped 60-acre lake bordered on one end by a park that included a small public beach and swimming area. The lake was nowhere near big enough for anyone to build a house or a cottage along the shore nor were there ever any boats or watercraft on this little lake. There was also a small, about 3 acre, island almost right in the middle of the lake. Jason and I wondered what the island was like, and we enjoyed making up stories about things like murders and the dead bodies being hidden on that island. Jason and I would ride our bikes down to the park almost daily during the summer, having loads of fun at the activities at the park and swimming at the beach.4

 The summer when we were both 14, we were both pretty good swimmers and we decided to try secretly swimming out to the island to see what it was like and to explore it. We knew we couldn’t swim out from the public swimming area because we’d surely get whistled back and reprimanded by the lifeguard. So we hiked well past the park area into an undeveloped part of the shoreline where we knew that once in the water we couldn’t be seen from the beach or by the lifeguard. We climbed into the water and it was a fairly easy swim for us out to the island.

 We were both so excited when we got out of the water onto the island. We felt like we were at a secret place where we weren’t supposed to be, and for young teenage boys that was quite thrilling. We immediately started to explore the island. Some areas had trees and brush and were well hidden from view from anywhere, and other areas were out in the open sunlight.

 After maybe a half-hour of general exploring, Jason suggested we go back to one of the hidden areas and completely take off our swim trunks off and jack off naked together. I’ll admit the thought of it was pretty exciting because I hadn’t masturbated outside too many times, and I had never masturbated outside completely naked. So we hiked back into a hidden area, pulled off our swim trunks and we both already had throbbing super-stiff boners. We stood there next to each other, doing what we had done many times in the past. We spent some time stroking our own then also stroking each other’s. We ended up that day each finishing off ourselves, and I remember it was an absolutely fantastic climax for me. My cum squirted at least a couple of feet. I then started to put back on my swim trunks, but Jason suggested we both just stay naked and walk around like that for a while.

 I will admit that I was nervous walking around completely nude, especially because we went and walked around some of the edge of the island, both in and out of the water, where it was possible that maybe we could be seen. But then we both realized there was nothing around the shoreline of this lake where anyone could possibly see us. After maybe an hour and a half we decided to put our trunks back on and swim back to shore. We then got on our bikes and went back to my house for the rest of the afternoon. We were so excited talking about the secret and forbidden things we had done that day, what we thought about different parts of the island, and how much fun and how great it felt to jack off completely naked outside. We then decided that the next day we were definitely going to swim back to spend some more time on “our island”.


Let's Play Tickle-Dickie

Change of subject. Did anybody out there play "Tickle-Dickle" when you were young?

 I first learned about it when I was maybe 8. Me and two friends were at the neighborhood swimming pool. Afterwards we went into the changing room and I guess we all got bare at the same time. One of my friends reached down and gave my junk a touch, saying "Tickle-Dickle!"

That sent us into hilarious laughter and we all had a go at doing the tickle-dickle thing on each other. After while some other people came in and we hurried to get our clothes on. But we now had a taste of our first little sexual adventure. I knew it was "wrong" (we all knew that) but it was irresistible. we went to the pool every time our parents would let us, and watched for moments when the changing room was vacant. We pulled down our suits and gave each other's business a few little fingertip touches. The game expanded beyond the pool. Before long, whenever we could get alone in any safe place, we dropped our pants and played a few rounds of tickle-dickle on each other's crotch.

It was during these fun tickle-dickle games that we noticed things like erections and shriveled balls. We outgrew the silly game around the time we were in fifth grade, but later it popped up again when the three of us learned to wank. Tickle-Dickle became secret code for three best buds to jack off together.


Friday, May 24, 2019

The Trouble With Eagles

 I have a theory about boys like this Eagle scout. I think they get harder and hornier than normal dudes because they resist the normal everyday opportunities to be earthy.

 For instance, a "good" boy would resist cursing and dirty jokes and other things. So as a subconscious reward to himself he urgently jacks his ramrod and loves every stroke on the way to a healthy cumshot.

The boy in this story probably could not wait to hop in bed every night and enjoy his stiff peter.


Shared Spunk

 When I was very young, me and a friend were standing facing each other and jerking each other off with our pants pulled all the way down. I didn't realize until we were done and I pulled my pants back up that lots of my friend's cum landed IN my pulled-down underpants.

  I spent the rest of the day with the feeling of this yucky dampness against by balls, from HIS cum in my pants.


Thursday, May 23, 2019

My Discreet Indulgence

The thing that I liked to do when I was younger from ages 13 to 16 was to jack off in the same room as a friend but only when they were asleep. I never did anything nefarious like trying to cum on their body or make them touch me. I only would jack off in the same room while they slept. I'd have this crazy orgasm, cum would be spraying out of my dick and meanwhile my friend would be snoring away. I only did this at my own house when a friend slept over, could never get the nerve to do it at their houses and to me it didn't feel right. It was a step too far for me.

 One time I was 14 or so my friend and I were sleeping and I checked to see that he was asleep.All clear, so I started jacking away and just as I came to a gasping climax with cum shooting out of my dick! My friend shot up in bed. "Dude, what are you doing?" I tried to come up with an explanation but before I could he laid back down, snoring and seemingly fast asleep. The next morning I wasn't sure if he had actually seen me but he never mentioned it. I think he was sleep talking.

The close call put me off of doing this for a while but as it became clear he had no memory of my climax I started doing it again. I guess I just grew out of it but it was a fun way to spice up my normal private time.


Making History on the Observation Deck

I've got a little story to tell you. It happened a long time ago. Why I didn't tell it before now, anybody can figure how old I am when I start telling it. Which is a private thing with me. But yeah, I got to thinking, nobody knows me, and if you think I'm an old fart that's your privilege.

All right here is the topic. People jerk their gherkin in funny places. Agreed. And eveyrbody knows the Space Needle right? Big world's fair tower in Seattle. My family, we went up there for the fair. Big vacation, you know, Mom and Pop and three kids in a 1957 DeSoto without air conditioning. And I tell you straight out it was 1962, now you know. I was 13 and getting into the swing of pumping my pole real regular. Yes, I was a boomer. Yes, I was good at getting one out when the need came up. We knew what it was all about back then.

That fair, it was a gas. I loved it and still remember it through the eyes of a 13-year-old. Of course we had to go up that tower. It was a little scary. And I don't know if it was fear or height or just a unexplained boner. I got good and hard going up the elevator which made me keep moving my dick around. Wearing shorts and out on the deck the wind is whipping around and ever so oftan a puff of wind goes up the leg of my shorts. I invite you to understand that we got just as horny back in the day. Like you do now.

Well here is this boner still in my pants up on the high deck. All the rest of them was ready to go back down. I said go right ahead. I want to stay up here a while. Will meet you later. Big fuss with mom. My dad said, he is a boy and wants to see how it is put together and how everything works. Let him stay. Off they go, down the elevator.

I did not care a whit about how it was put together. I walk around and look it over. A bench went all around the center of the tower and out past the bench was the places to stand and look way off in the distance. Now I got my plan. I sit on the bench and pull my t shirt out some and lean forward and go to whacking my bone real slow with my fingers under the shirt. Have to stop a lot if people walk past. After some time I feel ready. Stand up and go to the viewing place which has wire fence all around so people don't fall off. My bone is ready. I go to scratching my biggie from side to side on the fence!

In a minute it feels just right. The stuff is on the way. I think God, how boss I am for doing this! Still doing it back and forth on the fence wire. People around but they don't know! I guess they think just a boy leaning up against the fence.

I was ready. Then it came making me feel good. The stuff shot inside my underpants. I loved it no matter the mess. Went down the elevator and found my family. Said I had to go to the bathroom. Went in and cleaned my self up sort of half-assed with butt paper.

Maybe I was the only boy to ever shoot a load up on the space needle? And for you who would laugh at an old guy, I still can remember how good that shot felt way back many years ago.

I wish you all a well and happy life.

Space Needle Spunker

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

The Wierd Guy and My First Shot

 This story tells how I woke up as while my very first ejaculation was taking place when I was twelve.

While playing in the city park I went into the restroom and stood at the long trough urinal to piss. Another boy was also at the urinal. I recognized him from school; he was a grade ahead of me. While I pissed he stood very still. But something was going on. He was steadily moving his hand back and forth on his dick, something I had never seen before. The other boy stopped jacking for a moment and let his bare dick stick up. I was sure he did that that to show me how big it was. He wiggled it a little and then resumed moving his hand back and forth.

I felt very self-conscious but was also strangely rooted to the spot. At last I overcame my inertia. I put my dick away and was zipping my fly when the other guy spoke.

"You don't have to leave," he said in a soft voice.

I was in a state of nervous excitement, wanting to watch the boy play with his dick but knowing that it wasn't nice.

His hand constantly slid back and forth. Suddenly he said, "It's coming." A spray of opaque liquid shot onto the wall above the trough. Now I was definitely puzzled, wondering what had just happened.

The other guy left without saying another word.

My own dick had turned into a stubborn stiffie. Even into the evening the memory of what I'd seen made my boner randomly rise up in my pants. By bedtime I was so concentrated on my boner that I couldn't think of anything else. I got into bed wearing my briefs and lay there aware of nothing but my erection.

Somehow I fell asleep, but in the middle of the night I woke up still erect and very worried. My dick was not only hard, it was kind of jumping around, having spasms every few seconds.

And then the cum came. No bells or whistles, no feeling of ecstasy, no climax, just a warm puddle spreading all over my groin and whities.

That initial cumshot was the result of the boy in the park restroom wanting me to watch what he was doing.

There's a little more to the story. It took me months before I tried the pumping procedure myself. When I began jacking off I thought it would be cool to show the other guy what I could do. But then I realized that he was a very strange person. I didn't know there was such a concept as "effeminate," but the dude was prissy and weird. As far as I could tell, he was the one person that the whole school laughed at. We could probably have become jack partners, but his strangeness set off alarms in my head and I never went near him, never showed him what I'd learned from him that day in the park.


Hrmm, I wonder how many of us met a Femme guy and was a bit confused, but also slightly interested in knowing about him. I did but he was a Freshman, and I was a Sophomore in HS.
Eric ~