Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Choir Boy Remains

This will be very short but it is something that happened in my early days of just beginning to fire my fully loaded peter.

A high school boys choir from one of the Scandinavian countries came to our school. I guess I was in the 8th grade. Before the assembly, I had to take a leak. Walking into the restroom, there was one of the choir boys just walking away from a urinal. All those boys were wearing long sleeve white sweatshirts with a fancy gold emblem on the front. This boy also had fluffy blonde hair like I never saw on a boy before.

Standing at the same urinal he used, I started to piss. But what I saw! There was cum running down the back of the urinal and cum on the front edge of it! It made me stare. That boy had just jacked off right there where I was standing, a boy all the way from who knows where, maybe Sweden.

Pumping my own boner which got hard all of a sudden, then I went to the assembly and saw a whole lot of blonde boys in the choir. Finally one of them had to be it and I watched him the whole time.

For a long time after that, the boy from the choir was in my mind every time I jerked. I pretended in my mind that we jerked together and that he let me help him. I did not know what fantasy was at that time, but he was my first fantasy.

Fun with Action Figures

I guess I had a fetish when my dick was first starting to get hard, at about 11 or 12 years old. I almost forgot about it until I read some of these stories.

 What it was, I let my action figures play with my dick. Starting,  way before ever finding out about jacking off. I laid on my bed with my young hard dick pointing up out of my shorts. I had lots of action men, GI Joes, some Batman in different clothes, a muscle guy I think from Masters of the Universe, also others I don't remember. Oh yeah, Ninja Turtles and a Luke Skywalker with a light saber. I talked to them too, real soft like we were all having a conversation. I Let them see my dick and play with it.  I would pretend to be talking for them and they would ask if they could touch it.

One little rubber guy, his arms could make a circle and I hung him on my dickhead and wiggled my dick in a circle and he would fall off and I would tell him he better try it again and hold on better. 

When I had sleep-overs with friends, I put them away and didn't do it.  Because of not wanting anybody to know how I played with my dick.

I don't even know how I started jacking off, but it was about 13. When I would jack off, it was after school and nobody was there. I laid buck naked on my bed and put the action figures on my stomach, or leaning on my sides or between my legs to watch me do it. I still talked to them, I would tell them they could watch but don't get in the way. I would get them to touch my balls or tickle me. Sometimes I made my cum squirt on one of them. Then I said I told you not to get in the way. Sometimes I got one in my hand and let him help me jack. Luke Skywalker I could take his clothes off and he had white underwear or maybe a bathing suit that was a permanent part of him and wouldn't come off. I let him play with my dick and then told him it was his turn and I rubbed him real good on his front which helped me get ready for jacking off, (kind of a way to get harder).

It was kind of cool, like they were all watching me jack off and me telling them when I was going to cum. I didn't want any real people to know what I!
 did to my dick but the action figures were like a crowd that watched me. I don't even know when I quit playing with them like that.
Author Anonymous

Monday, December 24, 2012

The Unexpected Present

In my teens, I had a friendship, well actually a full on sexy relationship with a friend named Logan. We had met through some common friends and were like instant buddies.  In short we were also neighbors. I was a couple of years older, he was 14, but the age difference was not an issue for us. Besides being friends, we shared quite a few intimate encounters together. It seemed we always knew when it was time for satisfying our urges. We found the time to work those urges into a long languishing temptation, and loads of fun doing so. He was very well built at mid teens. Not so much a bulky guy, but toned well. He had firm muscles almost everywhere I ever touched him, his muscles were defined, but his skin was refined and smooth. We usually managed, to cum together at least 2 or 3 times per week.

It had become the Holidays around Christmas, and both of us were jammed up with family events, and attending to the usual distractions of the season. We had been deprived of opportunities to get off together. Each of us had to be at home with family for Christmas eve, and we had no chance to see each other several days prior to Christmas.

That Christmas eve, it was cold and lonely in my bed, I am sure I managed a wank alone, thinking about Logan and wanting his body pressed up next to mine.

Christmas day was boring for me as a teen. Most of the stores and restaurants were all closed, and all of my friends had left town to visit family. It seemed, there was no possibility of fun to muster up.

Late in the afternoon. I got a phone call from Logan’s Mom. She said that Logan and his Dad had been not getting along and she wanted Logan to get away from the house before it became a fight. I read between the lines, and knew that his Dad had gotten drunk and was probably about to punch Logan in the face or something awful. She asked if he could come spend the night with me.

I was totally surprised that SHE had called, but it also made the event seem important for me to help with my sweetest friend. I said sure, I was confident my folks would not mind, since most of our festivities had ended and we had no more house guests. I drove to Logan’s house (which was only 3 blocks away). He bopped outside with not even so much as an overnight bag. It seemed that he was eager to leave. He jumped in the car and mumbled a few obscenities about his Dad being a Drunken idiot and some things. I figured his Mom wanted him out of the house just in case Dad took a swing at Logan? I never heard of his Dad getting violent before , but I used to watch a lot of TV and it seemed like crap like that happened to teens a lot. Whatever the case he would be safe with us.
 Mom fed us each some leftover Ham, and a whole plateful of food. Afterwards we ended up in my room and both laid on the bed to watch TV, which was mostly specials or sappy movies.
 He didn't feel like playing video games, so it was pretty soon we were ready for bed. Logan stood, dropped his pants and tugged off his shirt. He was a perfect statue standing there in only his white undies,  I could count the ripples of the bounty while the muscles presented proud male sculpting  in his abs and pecs. He had nice biceps that discreetly  bumped up too. I reached over and kind of fingered the waistband, and said you think you are gonna need these too?? He smiled and said Naah, lets get rid of em’. I slid them down and his boy pride sprung upwards after the release of it’s fabric captor. He began removing my clothes, I quickened the task and we sought warmth under the covers of my sheets and blankets. My room was the coldest in our house. So our shared body warmth was critical, helpful and compelling.

He complained about my icy cold feet. Devilishly,  I used them to stroke up and down his leg as a joke, He really complained then. We often had fun annoying each other like that for fun and games. I let my hands examine his torso. The muscles of his body under smooth skin felt delicious as he poised a leg deep against my crotch. I reached down to cup his dick. It was still a bit soft but gaining in rigidity. We wrapped legs, then arms enveloped to press bodies closer. We took in a few kisses. His breath was hot moist and succulent as the dinner vapor escaping from his inviting lips. I pulled him closer to me, pressing my palms against his shoulders. We clutched and pulsed our hips into the friction of each other, building intrepid steamy pressure. I felt he was firmly hard. His balls were semi-tight against his body, perhaps from the cold. But likely from our sexual union en-masse.

  I couldn't resist any longer. I wanted to taste him. I ducked myself under the sheets to take a lick of his delicious pre-cum. I delighted as it slowly trickling down the pink head. I lapped up that amount and worked on his shaft to draw up more. His cock was rock hard and pronounced with a girth to completely fill my mouth. I masterfully took him in slowly and tongued the head rapidly to encourage more flow. He began a rotating motion upward and back with his hips. I allowed him to do the driving as he maintained my head steady while he pumped. I worked the tip as it plunged. In a few seconds both balls were tight against his body, losing their separate definition and bound tightly against his perineum. He quickened in emphasized motion for just a bit and then stopped all movement suddenly. The warm cream from inside him spilled while he clutched firmly on me pushing himself upward as I accepted the full length.

I was somewhat fatigued from the excitement and oral workout, but he took charge with a return favor and brought me to ecstasy in record time, I soon pulsed my juice on his hand.
We were warm and depleted from our climax,  perhaps also exhausted  from the drama of the day. We slept comfortably and peacefully!
 I had received the greatest Surprise Christmas present ever that evening. It has never been equaled to this day.

Christmas With my Cousin

Author’s Note
When I was a kid, in our family we had Christmas Day dinner at our house. We had Christmas Eve and Thanksgiving at my cousin's house every year. They lived right next-door. This was the cousin that I messed around with from the time I was 13 until almost 17.

It must have been Christmas when I was 14 or 15, but before dinner was ready, he and I snuck off upstairs to my bedroom for a quickie. Looking back, this was really risky because our house was full of family, including all three of his older brothers. I remember us looking at each other and passing some silent signals to the tune of "let's go upstairs". I remember as soon as we got into my room and shut the door he reached over and felt my crotch, and of course I had a full erection going on. I did the same to him, and found the same thing. We quickly undid our belts and pants and slid them down just enough to expose our stiff cocks and our nuts, then we started feeling each other and fairly quickly started jacking each other off. I don't remember who came first, but I had Kleenex ready to catch our sperm. (I remember jacking him with my right hand and having a big wad of tissues about 2 inches in front of his penis waiting for his jizz to start squirting out, as he's telling e he's getting real close. Then almost whispering, "Here it comes!...") Then we cleaned up, buckled up, and went back downstairs. The whole thing probably took us less than 10 minutes. I don't think anyone even realized we were gone. As I said, our house as packed with people at the time. We knew that my stairs creaked whenever anyone walked on them, so that would have been our warning to "pull up and zip up" real fast. and as I said, we didn't even got on my bed. We just stood there facing each other, two young horny boys just standing there with their trousers pulled down just far enough to expose our cocks and our butt cheeks, madly jacking each other's cock as fast as we could. We both needed that jack-off real bad that day.

I felt so much more relaxed that day after that, and I remember later being at the dinner table thinking, "if everyone knew what we did upstairs about 20 minutes ago...".

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Early Curiosity and the Results

 During the Summer time in our neighborhood there was not much for pre-teens to do. We played Basketball or crappy video games at home. My attention span often strayed from TV and loads of re-runs. Since It was too hot and too far to ride bikes to the Ball field. I stayed within about a one block radius of home base.

On a lonely afternoon, I was laying on the living room floor watching boring re-runs on TV, I dropped one of the Sofa Cushions to the tile floor, and laid on that. Somehow the pillow under me felt nice as I pressed my crotch to it and I developed a little stiffy. This was a new experience, it felt really nice, but I really did not know what else could happen. I just rolled side to side as the tension maintained my new found erection. I stayed fully clothed and never even touched my hard-on.

 Fast forward a couple of days into my boring summer. One of the Kids down the street Brad, was out riding his bike, I jumped on mine and joined him. It helped avoid loneliness and boredom by riding with Brad. My usual buddy Clay was away at his grand parents Lake-House for two whole weeks.  I was restricted to only circle our block for safety, Brad apparently had no boundaries like that. He easily tempted me to ride up to the convenience store 4 blocks away for Bubble gum. I was supposed to be supervised by my teenage brother, but he had gone to play Big Guys Basketball at the park. We took our leave, and pedaled fast to return quickly. When Brad and I nervously returned from our secret escape. I slipped off my sneakers and crept into my house to see if my brother had come home. Gladly he had not, I was safe from his wrath. Brad, and I settled on the floor for some TV. I tossed him a Sofa pillow, and grabbed one for myself. Eventually, I showed him how the pillows give a funny feeling, we both were bumping our middle sections up and down on them. Somehow Brad and I ended up in my room. We were down to our underwear and all jumbled onto my bed. Our tighty whities slipped off … we were completely nude. Brad was 1 year younger but he was oddly comfortable in his nude state. He had a confidence that made him seem older than me. He was also shorter, which made it even more lousy for me to allow him to assume the role of leader in this event. Yet somehow he was in charge. He said we were taking turns keeping each other warm, by laying face down on the other boys backside. Our little 3 inchers were searching out someplace to fit, but neither of us were aware how to perform anything like that. After taking turns 3 or 4 times each, we both were starting to feel some aching in our dicks, perhaps due to the constant bumping, and of course it was all dry.
Probably it all started to be really weird. We got dressed facing away from each other. Brad rode his bike home. We did not talk for almost a month.

I can recall how close he was to almost fitting it in, but it did not happen. There was no fondness or attraction felt between us. We let this one time event slip away into the deepest corners of our minds.
I never played with Brad again. I used to see him at School sometimes we said "Hi". As adults, if we saw each other around town. We spoke, and were respectful, but our friendship was poisoned by that one errant summer afternoon.

 Within a few days my other buddy Clay returned from the Lake. I know later that summer, we showed our stiffies to each other, when looking at his Dad's stash of Playboy Mags, but I never played the body warm-up game again. I think the memory of blue balls convinced me not to. This was a period when friends were trusted, and secrets were kept without ever discussing, or any need to.

I was never attracted to Brad or Clay, eventually there were boys at my Middle School, that I
started to be curious what their body might look like in the nude. More satisfaction came from watching guys in my Gym class that looked pretty Hot, walking around nude in the locker room.

I am sure many of you remember these times, the era when it all started. Good Times!

First Guy that Cruised Me

I was picture editor, also photographer, for the school yearbook. And I was just 16 while all the other yearbook staff was seniors, meaning 18 and going to graduate.

 A boy that was one of the editors, randomly got sexy with me. One day there was a lot of pictures laid out on a table and him and me talking about the pictures. I leaned back with my elbow over the back of my chair. He was standing up. I felt him bump my elbow, then do it again. Then he is rubbing my elbow and I looked, he was rubbing the front of his pants on my elbow, manipulating his dick. He stopped for just a little bit. Then came back to do it again, two more times, stopping between but confident to keep after me. I could see he had a hard-on, which was wierdly cool, mostly because he was a senior. But also I loked seeing the large bulge pressing out of his pants. He said, he had to go to the bathroom and asked me to please come and make sure nobody walked in on him because he needed to take care of something.

 When we got there he straight-up said he didn't like to do it alone.  If I wanted to do it with him, he was okay with me. I was not a little goody-goody, because I had jerked a lot with a couple friends. But not with a bigger guy that cruised me like this. He started jerking at the pisser and said, he hoped I would do it to keep him company. I charged right up to the Pisser next to him and pulled my semi-erect 4- incher out and into the show. We wre kinda quiet with a few grunting noises,  he made sure to let me see him jerking and showed me his dick and invited me to help some. I had wanked my friends cocks before if the mood was right. But this guy was mostly a stranger to me. I guess that was what made it more exciting. I stroked him and watched for his face to show any kind of pleasure. In a few minutes he grabbed mine and away we went. Whacking each other off, side by side.

  I remember I got a very good climax while he looked at me the jerking pumping more and more stuff out. His cum load shot into the urinal and dripped a long line then almost unseen into the porcelain bowl.  He said it was very nice of me to do it with him and he appreciated it, and he hoped I would do it again..... if I didn't care that he was a senior. 
I said "Yeah man, we can anytime".
He replied "A guy has to let off some pressure, ya never know when there will be a need to".  
I think I smiled

 One time after working after school on the Year-book he asked if I wanted to go get a burger, so he took me on a ride in his car. After we ate, he was driving me home. He up and asked if I ever got a blow job. Then he parked in some trees and leaned over and gave me my first actual Blow Job sitting there in his car. He sucked me all the way to cumming in his mouth. He was the first guy that I ever messed with, without them already being a friend. Later I wondered if he knew I jerked with friends. But Probably not, he just figured me out on his own.


Friday, December 21, 2012

Something I still remember

This will be very short but it is something that happened in my early days of just beginning to fire my fully loaded peter.

A high school boys choir from one of the Scandinavian countries came to our school. I guess I was in the 8th grade. Before the assembly, I had to take a leak. Walking into the restroom, there was one of the choir boys just walking away from a urinal. All those boys were wearing long sleeve white sweatshirts with a fancy gold emblem on the front. This boy also had fluffy blonde hair like I never saw on a boy before.

Standing at the same urinal he used, I started to piss. But what I saw! There was cum running down the back of the urinal and cum on the front edge of it! It made me stare. That boy had just jacked off right there where I was standing, a boy all the way from who knows where, maybe Sweden.

Pumping my own boner which got hard all of a sudden, then I went to the assembly and saw a whole lot of blonde boys in the choir. Finally one of them had to be it and I watched him the whole time.

For a long time after that, the boy from the choir was in my mind every time I jerked. I pretended in my mind that we jerked together and that he let me help him. I did not know what fantasy was at that time, but he was my first fantasy.

The Randy Show

 I grew up in peacefully rural are, in a state, which was mostly rural anyways. Myself, being home-schooled from 5th grade on, left me without the advantage of a social education you get from gym class, locker rooms, and showering in groups. I completely missed a type of thing that satisfies (or in many cases agitates) boy’s natural curiosity about other boy’s physicality.
By the time I was sixteen, around summer of 1990. My curiosity had peaked. That very summer. It so happened that a friend of the family, a guy my age, was going to stay with us 3 days and nights. This was great; we did lots of fun stuff outdoors and activities together. I hadn’t even thought of anything carnal until the third morning. I woke two hours early that morning. He ALWAYS showered before starting his day. This morning, only he and I were at my home. Out of the blue, I was struck with the crazy idea, to grab my parent’s video camera, (the large type which holds a full VHS tape), The plan was to set it on long run underneath the bathroom sink.. I hid it with some miscellaneous. stuff, hit the record button. I left it to do my naughty deed. I went to my room and waited. I thought at best I’d get footage of Randy naked …. (Grin)

I anxiously retrieved the machine and tape for my voyeuristic inauguration.
Nervously I shoved the tape into my VHS machine in my room. I made sure my door was shut while Randy was munching on breakfast cereal downstairs.

Upon playback:
For a second or two while he jumped in and out of the shower, (By then, I was thinking that’s all I needed. I already got more than I’d bargained for). So, he is in the bathroom, strips to his boxers. A big erection tenting them, he proceeds to dance with his boner bouncing in front of a full-length mirror hung from the door. Then he pulls the boxers off, revealing it all! WOW!!
 Then he squats and reaches right for the camera, Oh shit!...
BUT he pulls out a bottle of lotion that was under the sink area, whew!
 He steps near to the sink, so all I can see is his right shin. A little bit of 16-year-old hair.
Wait, why is he up on his tip-toes?
Whoa-yea, I could see in his shadow, he’s jerking off, his ankle all contorted! What killed it, was he was looking in that mirror again.. Then I’m satisfied!
 He stops, starts the shower, and lays spread-eagle on the floor to continue! He was not circumcised. I thought it was curious, but interesting. He seemed to like to jerk really fast, which I do not. His Penis was about as big as mine when cranked up. He worked feverishly at his cock at a rodents pace. In a few minutes he must have had about 2,000 strokes on it, he splashed his cum all over his belly and groin area. Then he rose, stepped into the shower, and left the bathroom with no more temptation for me..

IN my minds eye I effectively saw him with no clothes, masturbating on the bathroom floor for the rest of the weekend.
I kept that video for a few months in my room, figured I’d better get rid of it.
I definitely got my education on "Other Boys" and them-some on that weekend.
THANKS Stephen

Monday, December 17, 2012

My First Boy Fascination

 Trent was a freshman when I was a Sophomore in High School. He was a totally Femme acting kid. He hung out with lots of girls, but it was obvious he was not dating any of them. I figured because they trusted him as one of their own.

He would never make a move on any of them, so they let him in their estrogen society. We were together in an elective class, where you never have homework or even to study. I had noticed him and his prissy ways, I never really talked him directly, cuz it would me social suicide to hang out with an obviously gay kid. I dunno why, but he drew my attention all the same. He was in fact becoming a little attractive. His hair was white blonde, parted in the middle. He had really soft features, Blue eyes and milky smooth skin. He was lean and carried himself a little odd. He seemed to lean his upper torso forward and his Butt was almost trailing behind as his long legs strutted himself through the halls. He was outgoing and friendly. But he loudly gushed and seemed to be proud to be girlie. It was fully annoying!

 We both joined a geeky "Liberal Arts Club" Nobody was stupid enough to be the president and have to do parliamentary procedures, except Trent. I attended every meeting, which was held early before regular classes once a week. I sat in the back row attempting to be cool, but I studied every movement and hand gesture that he made, while confidently leading the group. You'd think a guy bestowed with such authority might manage to act straight and lose his girlie-ass talk, but not Trent, he held fast to his saucy attitude.

 The school year ended and the sponsor of the club said we should hold an end of year party. We ended up choosing to have a thing on Saturday at a nearby Lake. We all met at the school and used personal cars to go there. I had these 2 geeky brothers riding with me. They talked about Space and science fiction like the world was gonna end if they didn’t solve light pollution of RF brain saturation from Cell phones.

 At the lake, it was fun playing on the sand, we had beach Volleyball and I even joined Trent to build some Sand Castles. Mostly I found it kind of nice to be near him and his attraction held me there. As we were knelt down I noticed his white shorts gaped a little. I had to look a couple of times to finally decide, he was wearing a Jock Strap.His modest privates were not gonna pop outta there, but it was deffo a mesh fabric pouch. I was feeling something that I never had before. It was not any sort of weirdness like love, but whatever it was, I was mesmerized.

The adults were getting set up for Hotdogs or some cheap meal, when it started raining, Most everybody got soaked trying to throw food and stuff in cars. We all had to change outta our swim suits, then go back to town to finish the party at the sponsor’s home.

In the park restroom, I was almost done changing, then in walks TRENT !! Suddenly it was imperative, that I stay in there long enough to see him strip. I guess I fiddled with about every possible slowdown I could manage. All just for a chance to see Trent naked. I succeeded by talking about the sand castle and how we could have made it like several feet tall. He didn't seem concerned about that, but he said he was ready for some Hot Dogs or Burgers. That sent me spiraled  into another state of amusement, Thin king of him eating a Hot Dog.

  I might assume since he was a younger guy, stripping naked in front of an upper class-man might make him feel odd. But he apparently had no concerns at all. He downed those short shorts , the Jock strap and stood there, chatting more about Lunch and being hungry. As he talked his dick waved side to side a bit. It was thin but had a nice length for younger kid at 14.

 Maybe it was just too anti-climactic for me. His body was not developed all that much, his chest was inverted and boney, his pelvic bones even showed clearly at his hips. He had just a slight layer of baby fat that tardy teenage hormones had not yet exhausted the youthful task of puberty. Even with those detracting features. I thought he was beautiful, and delicate.

 His eyes were trained to the wall or darted to the left a lot! But, I was confident he understood why I was standing there. I was tuned to his body radiating a spectacular charm. The rain started pounding the tin roof of the cabana. I felt the rise in my Levi’s was gonna bust the zipper. A branch or twig fell upon the roof with a thud sound. It startled us both. I decided it was a sudden urgency to rush to my car, there I found the geek twins waiting, but also arguing on who was gonna ride up front. I had to settle it diplomatically. It should be the other kid who sat in the back seat on the ride there.

 I had escaped from divulging my honest verbal opinion about Trent, but I also had a mental confirmation that I wanted him. I did not know what I wanted, or how I could be with him. But his soft face and gentle smile was now displaced by the possibilities of his body. The countless questions and confused meanings dulled the rain and storms.

 I was a total wreck, which it is a wonder I managed to drive me and the nerd herd back to town avoiding any auto wrecks. I assume following others, alerted me to the road, and the course of our destination.

 At the Teacher’s house we were treated to wrinkled cold Hotdogs, chips and Cupcakes.
I remember settling myself directly across from Trent. I had a prime view of his legs barely covered by a fresh pair of limp cotton shorts. I could see his bright white undies and a little form from his nut sack resting inside them. Maybe I was still distracted by the glimpse of his 15 year old dick earlier that day. I know there were other kids talking and a numbing swirl of too many people interacting in a small place. But it was only him that I saw. I was frozen in that moment a couple of hours ago.

 Eventually the party was ending as it continued to rain. People were leaving and getting rides from parents. I stammered fro words, but offered to take Trent home. He cautioned that he lived out past the city limits. I still stuck to my offer, saying that I did not mind one bit. I happily drove him home. He sat in the passenger side with his skinny legs proudly displayed beyond the short shorts. I remember getting hard, masked by the low light of dusk as we drove.

 Arriving at his home was a thing I was unprepared for. I had so enjoyed the car ride together. It had not occurred to me that this magic would end. He invited me in, to watch TV or play Video games. The choice of being in his room excited me even more. It could happen, I could spend an hour or so with him... alone!

 I was dripping precum…likely spotting my shorts. It was a frantic decision, but I was worried bout my hard on and a spotted crotch. Even if he did not notice, I expected his parents might think I was a freak for coming in their house with their son and me all boned up. In a moment that I will eternally regret. I said I had better go home.

 He got out of the car as I watched him walk into the dark and reappear as a silhouette under the porch light. He turned and waved. I re-examined my decision one more time. Then put the car in gear and drove home.

 It was the end of the school year,  I never saw him that summer. I was too chicken to ask him any personal questions  in my car that evening. I did not get his number, and it was not until September when I saw him again.

 I wanked to the memory of him many times though. He represented something I identified with, but was waaay too scared to admit..I know I missed an opportunity to know Trent and perhaps we would have even done more.


** PS, Trent is now out, we're in contact through social media.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Bath Boys

My first time was in a bathroom don't know if that count's as a featured  post? But here goes…

I was dodging school. My best mate Joel’s brother John who was 18 years old at the time saw me and invited me in to his home (also my mates home). He worked in the local meat market he cleaned out animal carcasses. He bathed thoroughly every day after his job. I did not so often, maybe a couple of times a week. I was only 14 and did not smell so much.
So at their house that day, he shouted for me to come upstairs. After a few uncomfortable minutes, I made my way up the steps. The bathroom door was open and there was  a cloud of steam wafting out. I peeked in the door and he said,
 “What took so long? I needs ya to wash my back!”

I stammered,
Umm, So…uh, while you is in the bath.?

Boldly he said!
“Well it sure would be best NOW instead of when I am finished and dressed. Get over here, ya goof!”

 John was known as a hard man in our area, so I done what I was told.
I began to wash his back. He was hairy, and masculine but to be honest! I felt weirdly privileged that he wanted ME, to see him naked!!. I let the water flow out of the sponge slowly, it was warm to my hands , so I know it felt good on his skin. I slowly stroked, cause I wanted to see more of his muscular body. I felt aroused by this moment of someone so frightfully imposing and me a little 14 year old doing a service for him. I began to feel a building erection. He rested his head back so I rubbed the sponge down his chest. I could see the defined shape of his manly pecs. He must have noticed my little erection in my pants. John started to play with my cock through my clothes. I got even harder, and saw he was hard too. He told me to strip and get in the bath with him. In my disbelief, he washed me. It felt impressive that this fine specimen of manhood would be doting on me? He dried me off carefully and fully. He led me into his bedroom. In that same bed he and Joel shared.

He taught me many things. How to wank another boys cock, and how to  suck a cock. This would not be the only time! These events continued for over a year. I missed school at least twice a week. I stood at his car waiting for him to finish work and take me home for a bath. Most days it was us, but sometimes he brought guys older than me, maybe 16 - 17 years old home with him and I got ignored.
I later sucked off Joel many times I found out John was not only sucking him off but also fucking him. I am now 23 years old. John is married with two children and every now and again he makes use of my hand and mouth. Me and Joel have shared a flat for four years we are not a couple but we have sex most nights.

Monday, November 26, 2012

A "First Time" Tale

My  First Time

My first orgasm that I can remember was when I was about 12 or so.  My next door neighbor and I would hide in the bushes and show each other our dicks.  When they would get hard we would play around with them.  One day we were doing this and decided to use them as swords and have a sword fight with them.  We sort of stabbed at each other for a while and mine started to feel quite strange.  I kept doing it, stabbing at him until suddenly mine started to go into hyper-spasm mode, and squirted a thin stream of nearly clear liquid onto his leg.  It shocked both of us, and I quickly wiped it up with his underwear.  And as I suddenly didn't want to be doing anything remotely sexy anymore, we both zipped up and got out of there.
I didn't understand until much later (a year?) that  what I had done was normal, and was part of growing up.  Just like my voice cracking (all my relatives thought it was SOOO cute!), and growing a little bit of hair under my arms (and other places— which I shaved off through ignorance and embarrassment).
The funny thing is I can never in my whole life remember actually having a

"Wet dream".  I guess I always masturbated enough (probably still do...).  I sometimes wonder what I've missed.

RaceR S

"Fluxing" Back to the Future

This story below was submitted by a reader. He talks about an event from his youth, Read-on:

Good Lord! Can you believe it has been about 25 years since "Back to the Future" came out! One of my little buddies and me, we were BTTF junkies. We saw the movie (the first one) numerous times and had every scene and all the lines memorized. Then, when it came out on tape (VHS, remember those!) we watched it constantly. Which lead to what leads to this story of what we did together.

A big wooden shipping crate was in the back yard at my house, which once contained something shipped to my father's shop. He brought the empty crate home for me to play in. My friends and I, we played all kind of games in it. We pretended the crate might be a space ship or a submarine or an airplane, whatever our imaginations created that given day.

 A lot of times my BTTF pal and I, got in the crate and pretended it was the DeLorean. We had exhausted the movie script, so we made up our own BTTF adventures. Every time we played BTTF, one of us always quoted the line:"Flux capacitor..... fluxing." 

 That line was our favorite and whatever else we were doing, we always had to say that several times which was real serious dedication to our favorite movie.

 So on one day, my friend was in front being Michael J. Fox and I was behind him, just a passenger….. I guess?

My horny little bud was doing something that I couldn't see from behind him, and I said "what are you doing?"

He said, "I had to get my flux capacitor out. Get yours out." I didn't understand at all. What he meant, was…. get your dick out! This was the first time we did anything daring like that together. He had his prick poking out of his pants while sitting in the crate and kind of shaking it, saying over and over,
"Flux capacitor..... fluxing! Flux capacitor..... fluxing!"

As for me (at about 13) I had already begun masturbating, although I kept it to myself because of being very shy about things like that and also afraid that it was not good for my dick, and therefore I wasn't going to let anybody know.

It turned out that my friend had just discovered the great secret past time of horny boys also, and developed a hard-on while sitting in the crate and had the urge to give himself a quick job right there in the "DeLorean."

He had me put my hand around him and feel his stiff "capacitor," and he reached behind and touched mine. We were both soon giving our dicks the full treatment, helping each other and talking about how we were Fluxing our Capacitors. One thing he said was kind of funny, "Are you getting any flux yet?" which I knew he meant cum.

So we jacked off together for the first time in the packing crate while quoting BTTF lines at each other.

When he was about to launch he looked all around and got up on his knees and stuck his dick over the side of the crate. His cum spilled on the grass and down the side of the crate. I was scared somebody was going to see us so when I was ready to blast, I shot in the bottom of the crate and rubbed it into the wood with my shoes.

The performance of mutual masturbation became a big part of our young lives. We did it while playing together, or while watching TV (especially the BTTF tape, of course), and especially when we had sleepovers. We would talk about needing to take care of our flux capacitors. Whenever this call to ad lib happened, secretly we’d start jacking. We marveled at our hands moving on in unison on our dicks as they stiffened, this was followed by our famous quote,
"Flux capacitor..... fluxing!"

Anonymous BTTF Fan

Friday, November 23, 2012

Horny Events at the Drive-in

A lot of times in the summer I would go and stay a week or more with my Dad's grandparents. They lived outside of a small town. There was a boy nearby that I was friends with, a kid named Conrad, and we sort of automatically became jerk-off buddies when we reached a certain age. It was a funny friendship because we didn't see each other for maybe a year, and then we would get together every day and be perfectly relaxed to jerk off every so often.

Now if you never lived or visited out in the country, maybe it will surprise you that kids start driving as soon as they can see over the steering wheel. But it is true. I never got to drive at home because it was in the city, but when I went to see Granny and Grandpa, they let me drive an old unlicensed farm truck on the back roads starting at about eleven and by the time I was bigger I would drive Granny's good Ford F150 or Grandpa's dirty old Dodge work truck into town on errands. All the kids drove and the cops thought nothing about it.

So that is how me and my friend Conrad went to a drive-in movie in town one night, just us two, and at about age 15 not legally old enough but nobody cared. We were in Granny's white Ford pickup and watching the movie, getting out to go to the bathroom or the snack bar, and coming back to watch the movie and horse around and just be together as friends. All the normal things. If you never went to a drive-in, you missed something. Drive-in movies were fun.

Sometime during the movie we got horny and talked about our hard dicks and felt of each other and talked about jerking off. Of course we got more and more horny as we talked and felt each other up, we soon pulled our boners out and got each other real primed. We did not want to be seen sitting right next to each other in case anybody would see us from another car! But as anybody knows, who has ever been in a dark, private situation with his horny best bud. We weren't going to pass up an opportunity. We each slid over a little bit toward the center of the seat until we could stretch our arms and manipulate the other guy's boner without seeming to be sitting right side-by-side.

We got immensely horny. I remember telling Conrad my cum was going to dribble out by itself if we didn't hurry up and jerk. So we were going back and forth, jerking each other a little and then jerking ourselves a little, stopping a minute and then feeling the other guy up. Total adolescent boy horniness. All while sitting in Granny's spotless white truck and working slowly but surely toward massive climaxes.
Suddenly, and I don't know why we hadn't thought of this before, I realized we could NOT just wildly ejaculate in the white truck with its pristine upholstery! By now we had our pants down around our thighs and were heading toward cum-city. I panicked.

"Give me something to shoot in," I hissed at Conrad.

"What? What?" he answered, now realizing our predicament himself.

"I don't care! Something! Anything!"

So Conrad grabbed the styrofoam box that an order of onion rings had come in, flipped the lid open, and held it in front of me as I jerked toward my approaching ejaculation.
"Now!" I told him. "Catch it! Catch the stuff!"

But he said "Take it! Take it yourself! I got to cum!"

So at the same time that I was ejaculating into the take-out box, Conrad was moaning "Oh Lord! I'm coming! I'm com*** I'm***** I GOTTA HAVE SOMETHING!"

While I was hanging onto the styrofoam box and delivering a load of sperm into it, Conrad grabbed the bag that our food had come in and stuck it in front of his cock, taking his last few strokes while the paper sack crackled loudly as his hand hit it repeatedly.

"I'm coming! I'm com***! I'm ****** AYAH!"

We were still for a second, both breathing after our grand ejaculations.

But my apprehension caught up with me. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and turned on the dome light: "Look for cum," I ordered Conrad. "Everywhere! Be sure!"

"There ain't none," he swore. "I caught it all."

In a minute the two of us got out of the truck and walked to the garbage can, each carrying a handful of trash that contained more than anybody suspected.

Country Boy’s Rule J

Finding my Super Powers

I know the exact date and time that I produced my first load of cum! (Err Dribble)
Some of the stories here have been dark and psychological. Mine is not anything like that, just a very surprised boy discovering himself. Of course it was very serious at the time, but looking back on it, you can't help laugh at the way it happened.

It was Tuesday, November 1, during the year I turned 13 Sometime between 3:45 and 5:30 in the afternoon, because I was home alone after school. And it was the day after Halloween.

One year earlier, Halloween, the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers were in their first season on TV. I was twelve at the time, a little too old for Power Rangers, but a total fan. I had to be a Power Ranger for Halloween. My big brother thought it was stupid but my mother took me to find a costume. We got the biggest one, a cheap Blue Power Ranger outfit that I had to step into from behind and then tie it together behind my neck.

Now the Power Rangers were in the second season. They were on TV after school. I watched them every afternoon and played with my transformers and Zords.

I was also doing something else while watching TV that Fall. My dick got hard all the time. I would lay on the couch with my dick sticking out of my zipper so I could wiggle it. Sometimes I wore shorts and accessed my stiffie through one of the legs. Occasionally just underwear, which made it easier to play with my hard dick during my TV shows.

At Halloween I wore the same costume again. I was probably too old to be a Power Ranger, but that's the way I was. The costume was too little and my mother said I would rip it, but I wore it anyway for the second year.
On the day after Halloween I had a wonderful idea. I would wear the Blue Ranger costume to watch TV. I stripped to my underwear and climbed into the suit. As usual, I got a hard-on. I could not touch my dick because the only opening through the costume was the back. But I manipulated my dick through the fly of my underwear so that only the thin fabric of the Blue Ranger costume covered my erection.

For totally unknown reasons, this was the day on which my dick became much harder than before. I sat on the couch with my legs stretched out on the floor and my butt right on the edge of the couch. This produced a visual effect that still makes me laugh: my boner caused the costume over my crotch to stick up in a tall point. The Blue Ranger (me!) had a hard-on! I wiggled and squeezed my stiff little dick, the Blue Ranger costume stretched tightly over my boner.

After a great deal of playing around, the inevitable happened. Strange sensations flowed through my body. I was trying to watch TV, was also playing with my dick as usual, but now something very scary was happening to me. Maybe I was getting sick. Maybe I needed to go to the bathroom. Maybe I was going to throw up.

All those maybes went through my mind, but the one thing I never considered was that playing with my dick was the real reason that I felt totally weird.

So, please laugh with me at this situation. Here I am, dressed as the Blue Ranger in a costume that is much too little for me, sitting stiffly on the edge of the couch, trying to pay attention to my TV shows, and my incredibly aroused dick is making the front of the costume poke up like a missile about to take off!

And then the supreme event happened! My dick couldn't take it any longer and ejected my very first load of cum = = = = = INSIDE my wonderful Blue Ranger suit, getting the slimy stuff all over the inside of the costume, all over my underwear, and all over my legs and stomach.

I had never operated the washing machine before, but you can believe me that I quickly learned!

Laugh at naive me, and make your own day a little lighter.

PS: After I became familiar with the common way to masturbate, I made a little hole in the Blue Ranger suit so my dick could stick out. I jerked the Blue Ranger to many a pleasant ejaculation until the costume finally ripped apart.
Submitted Anonymous

Monday, November 19, 2012

Boy Tells the Truth on Girls

One of my friends in Middle School, he liked to jerk with me. Only thing… he was straight. He talked about girls when he would jerk.
Like, he would say he wished his dick was in a girl. I did not know the difference then, about feeling like “gay” or “straight”, but for real, I did not get off to girls. I just seemed to when I was with my guy friends. I talked about tits and girls bodies when I was with him. It was all so I could see his dick getting rigid hard, then to watch him jerk. Shit, I got really hard boners myself and I’d shoot big cum loads, because of him jerking his dick right in front of me.

One day he stole some girl's panties. He rubbed his dick with ‘em. He jerked with them kinda wrapped around his boner. Then he put them around his balls while he jerked. I took them from him and wrapped em’ around my dick and jerked some like he did. For me, it was not because of them belonging to some ol’ girl, but because they’d been on his dick. It was almost like pretending to touch his dick. Man, how I wanted to!

Is that crazy or what?

We jacked for a good 20 minutes most days, but this time it was much faster.
 He shot his cum in the panties. Then I took them and shot mine! For that one moment, it was nice shooting into his cum. I’ve never ever done that with any other guy’s cum.

I blasted good cum-shots all the time with him by faking to like girls. We always talked about big tits, wet vaginas and getting head job's…. but all I was thinking about was hard dicks and getting off to his boner.

 Sometimes when we were about to curl our toes, he’d ask me if I was ready to cum. I think because of him asking me, and me wanting to please him, it was always yes!
I guess we remained friends because of being real horny all the time and from us jerking our dicks together. It was not because of any girls.

Author Anonymous

I am fond of stating that 2 persons maintain and stay in a relationship, for their own reasons. This particular arrangement or “friendship”, might not be what some people would call a relationship. But these 2 guys shared something……. and it was mutual. Apparently the friend occasionally instigated the repeated wank sessions.

 Here and now, only one person admits the pleasure derived from wanking with another male. It is the rawness of sexuality that prevailed, not social decorum inhibiting guilt.

 I think of one particular movie with a similar plot, “Nico and Dani”.
Check it out.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Pool Jets for One and Fun

 I observed an occurrence while working as the lifeguard at a country club for rich people in a suburb of Nashville.  It was the summer after I graduated from high school. I was assigned that afternoon to what we called the "medium pool," which was intended for elementary age children who were too big for the baby pool and too young …..(or scared) for the adult pool.

 A boy that looked like he was in late elementary school was among the kids in the pool, his skin nicely tanned as only a young boy's can be.  He kept hanging around the water jets along the sides of the pool, and as I watched him, it turned out that he was moving from one jet to another and apparently positioning his crotch right where the water would give him a massage.  Sometimes he played with the other kids for a while, but he always returned to the jets.  To me (being quite attuned to guy's dicks), it was totally obvious that this boy was fond of receiving pleasure from feeling the water rushing against his privates.

 He was wearing a tight lime-green suit, most likely a Speedo.  After several minutes of enjoying the jets, (during which I watched him intently), he did an astounding thing.  While standing in front of one of the water jets, he briefly pulled the front of his suit down.  I couldn't see his dick through the water, but there was no question what he was doing -- letting the force of the water hit his bare dick for a change, unimpeded by the Speedo.

 I had to keep my eyes on all the kids, but at the same time I could not stop watching this guy.  My previous estimate of his age went up as he continued.  He stepped aside from the jet and stood mashing his pelvis against the tile wall of the pool.  Even though he looked immature, he was certainly aware of his dick and the pleasure he could achieve with it.

 Next…… believe it or not, he simply began to jack off in the pool. He was in water just deep enough that he could kneel on the bottom and hold his neck and head above water.  He faced the wall of the pool, easily in my line of view.  With his left hand he held the Speedo down, and -- although I still couldn't see his dick -- his right hand was jerking back and forth, making choppy waves between him and the side of the pool.

 Apparently, he thought he was doing this in total secrecy.  He looked around from time to time to see where the other kids were, and occasionally looked down at what he was doing to his dick.  When some new kids jumped in and invaded his space, he stood up and walked through the shallow water to a better location.  As he walked he rubbed the front of his suit up and down with one hand.

 Getting back in position on his knees in a better location, he immediately resumed masturbating.  Again he held the front of his suit out of the way with one hand and wiggled himself continuously with the other one.

 If you wonder about my reaction, I had a colossal boner thanks to this horny little dude.  A boner that I had to suffer with because of sitting up there in the lifeguard chair, in full view of everyone if I moved..

 I have to assume that the kid ejaculated, although I didn't see him cum.  All at once he stopped jerking, let go of his suit, and began washing his hands in the water.  With his horny situation taken care of, he swam over to some other kids and began horsing around, perfectly relaxed.

 All the evidence points to a fully completed masturbation executed in a public swimming pool by a little guy who was obviously into puberty although he looked like an unchanged adolescent boy.  There is no reason to think he was putting on a show for me, or anyone, he was simply naive. Absorbed in his young world of fleeting innocence. It could have been an instructional quest to learn how old he was, how long he had been masturbating, and what other locations he had performed in.

Story Submitted Anonymous

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Phil's Story of Alan

This is a reprinted story from a prolific author from UK, who allowed me to publish his works. The following is presented in two fully enjoyable parts.

Alan Part 1

At sixteen I had started to gain confidence and the number of my sexual partners began to rise rapidly. One such partner was Alan and his story follows:

Alan lived around the corner from me and to this day is probably the most attractive boy I’ve ever been with. Blond hair, blue eyes, immaculate teeth and a cheeky disarming grin that made him popular with all the girls. It was strange that in spite of his obvious attractiveness his girlfriend was very plain. Whether he was with her because she was the only one who would drop her knickers or not I never found out but it seemed to me he could do a lot better.

My popularity close to home was growing and as in most cases it was Alan who approached me first (probably not with sex in mind) and we became friends very quickly. Spencer had left a void and if I’m honest I wondered about Alan’s sexuality in spite of the fact he had a steady girlfriend with whom he was regularly having sex.

Alan’s attraction to me was probably because he liked to smoke and drink and knew I had access to both. Nothing happened for ages but when my parents went away for a weekend I took the opportunity to arrange for a sleepover with Alan. The first night I was looking forward to him coming over and arranged for enough to smoke and drink. Well actually quite a lot!

We watched a couple of films as we smoked pot and consumed a fair but not excessive amount of alcohol. Both of us were sat on the sofa and as the night went on I pretended to be drunker than I was and I rested my head in Alan's lap. Alan seemed at ease with this and after a lengthy pause he stretched himself out, the result of which was my head came to rest on the rapidly rising bulge in his trousers.

Alan lightly shook my shoulder and said my name. I didn’t react, acting sleepy….. he tried again. I moved my head slightly into his crotch as though stirring in my sleep with Alan also moved slightly as if adjusting his position for comfort. Only, his penis pressed against my head. It was fully erect by then. I felt Alan’s hand move under my head and for an instant was disappointed thinking he was trying to stop the contact between it and his erection but was surprised when I realized he was undoing his trousers.
“I’m hot” I heard him say as he slipped his jeans down from under me but I still feigned sleep.

He didn’t stop there because I was aware of him taking his shirt off as well. My head still pressed against his erection but now it was just his underpants separating us instead of the harsh material of his jeans. Everything happened very slowly and it must have been frustrating for him (it was for me). I did actually start drifting into sleep….. but Alan had other ideas.

“Wow, it’s really hot in here. Aren’t you hot?” he said softly, but still I didn’t respond.

I felt Alan unbuttoning my shirt and his hand rested on my bare chest. Encouraged I turned over facing away from the television so my head in Alan's lap faced the erection which now pressed against my cheek, very close to my lips. Alan then slowly began fiddling my pants and he undid the button before pulling down the zipper. I felt his hand slip inside my briefs a fraction and as Alan's fingertips came into contact with my penis it twitched involuntarily. After another lengthy pause Alan pulled his hand out of my underpants and reached down under my head again. This time he pulled his underpants down and my lips now rested against the naked shaft of his penis as he put his hand back inside my underpants.

With one hand Alan began masturbating me and with the other he pushed his penis into my face. Obligingly now, I opened my mouth and with a few subtle movements on both our parts I soon had his penis inside my mouth. Alan masturbated me furiously as my tongue went to work. He was quite rough and I was unable to ejaculate because of the aggressive discomfort. Then Alan took my head in both hands and moved it up and down in time to the rhythm his buttocks had begun. He was nearly choking me as he thrust ever more vigorously. Seconds later he literally exploded into my mouth and his penis pulsed many times each one offloading another jet of semen.

He must have been saving himself because it was all I could do to swallow what seemed an excess of fluids and I nearly gagged. Even after all this I still pretended to be asleep and Alan slipped from under me and dressed himself. When done he did my trousers up again as though going along with the ridiculous charade I had slept through the whole thing and after a suitable pause I pretended to wake up. Alan was quite chirpy and it was as if what had just happened, hadn’t!!

Silently I cursed myself because although there was no doubt Alan had enjoyed the experience, I knew I could have given him a better blow-job, and would have been able to encourage my own release. The fact he was sexually active with a girl made me a little bit wary because of what was going on at school at the time between myself and another boy.

Later we went to bed both sharing my single instead of making up the camp bed. I had an erection and it wasn’t going away so after a while when we had finished talking and Alan had gone quiet, I reached over and slipped my hand inside his underpants. He became erect but had clearly had enough sex for one night because he turned onto his stomach so I couldn't get to it. I masturbated as I ran my free hand over his body and settled on his smooth buttocks. Alan shuffled his shoulders in what seemed annoyance but I persevered determined to gain my own satisfaction, in my high state of arousal I soon ejaculated and then we both slept soundly.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

That Summer I was 12

The summer I was 12

I was like many boys at 12, the world was changing, so many things deserved a totally new look or maybe a second look. I was a busy boy that summer helping a friend’s family build a new home. They had bought some land in the country, suitable for a custom built home. It was not elaborate or monstrously large, but sure bigger than the homes from our neighborhood. There were 2 Dad’s doing most of the building, and 4 of us boys  11 and 12 at the time. We earned money for our work as carpenter’s helpers. The work was hard compared to our normal lives. We quickly found we would get teased as sissy’s, if we complained, so we worked diligently without doing any belly-aching. Mostly we hauled things to the Dad’s when they needed more lumber or paint cans, and sometimes tools. I’ll never forget how heavy a 50 pound box of nails was.

When our tasks were complete, there was plenty of time to explore in the woods. Like any boy, this presented loads of fun each day. We never tired of going to the country project house to “help”, especially for our time to wander in the woods. All around the property, we discovered trails and named certain sections of the woods that suited our creative minds. There was Glass Cove, which was likely formed many years prior out of a farmer’s centralized dump spot for all of his glass that he could not burn in his waste barrel. We spent hours busting glass bottles there, and somehow avoided getting cuts.

 Then the area down at the bottom of the property was creek-like and quite thick with brush and weeds. We called this the Severed Head swamp. Although no bodies or heads were found there, the name spoke volumes of our curious adventure and affection for this precious summer in the woods.
 Ultimately we decided that we should have a Fort. No doubt it should be represented by what we have learned with our building skills. (All of one Month as Carpenter’s helpers)

We talked about our plans and dreamed of a multi-level clubhouse with many rooms. When we presented our Fort idea to the Dad’s there seemed to be a few structural support problems coupled by a severe shortage of materials and construction capitol. We were told we could have excess lumber and drops off the job. But we had to limit to a single room idea with our meager income and shortfall of board-foot lumber.

We held a sleep-over to re-engineer our much needed and desired fort. John was quite good at Math and managed to locate some drafting supplies, Pencils, a board and a T-square. With paper under his hand, he brought our plans to the enigma of our design. It was one room indeed, we could build it in a tree, on stilt, or if we liked on a slab with left over concrete. As we poured over our wish list, there was one idea that kept coming up. We wanted a bathroom option. I can’t exactly explain why. Since there were easily hundreds of trees nearby for a boy to go take a wiz behind. Yet the goal of an inside latrine captured many a discussion on the build out. We Knew the Dad’s would never allow this accessory. It became an utter secret. So much of a kept secret to deserve…….
a code-name. It was named “Operation Waterfall”. Our basic formula was, that a discarded garden hose could be easily hidden and routed out of a small crack or hole out of the Fort wall on down to the ground. Inside the structure, a funnel or old plastic milk jug would be attached to the hose as the basin for a boy pisser.

The men had helped building the basic shell and floor. They also threw in a few boards that somehow had not passed muster for the home. We assembled the walls, roof, and somehow managed to keep “Operation Waterfall” our secret design addition. We hid the garden hose in a recycled rain gutter that was ran down one of the stilt legs. We were quite proud of our sly and deceptive invention, we had pulled it off!

It became a bit of a debate as to which boy was to be the first to take a wiz in the new Fort. A winner was selected by a shooting contest at Glass Cove. By this time we had been given the right to use a BB Gun, but we were told that we could not shoot each other or any animals. We each had one shot to bust a glass bottle at 30 paces. I missed, Eli hit a tree and Calvin split a rock.  It was John who hit the glass, shattering it and achieving the high honor or first pisser. We all assembled in the Fort as John unzipped. It was a fascinating moment.  Sure each of us had done a pee before one another heaps of times, but there was something odd about all of your buddies looking at just one guy, as he is there in his raw display. We were like a team of Scientists huddled up to test our theory. There was silence in the Fort with only the sound of the wildlife outdoors.
Apparently John did not need to go so bad. He shook it a few times and no drops formed, clearly no stream of Pee. We chided him a bit. He in turn, shook even harder. Eventually some redness came upon the tip of his privates. Curiously it seemed to be longer. I can’t say for sure if there was some amount of arousal for John, but it sure managed to creep into my pants. I think this was the first time looking at a boy caused this to happen to me. Fortunately nobody was looking at me, but John became embarrassed, put it away and zipped up.

As our first official meeting in the Fort. We cast a vote and decided to hold off the first pee until John was ready. Since he had won the shooting contest fair and square. However he suffered a few blows to his dignity from us three, after the meeting adjourned.

That night alone in my bed, I recalled my reaction of seeing another boy’s parts revealed in a way I had never imagined. It began my own self discovery, and certain pleasures from that endeavor soon arrived.


Caleb's Raucous Pal Devin

Reading the stories on your blog helped me remember not only more details of my early experiences, but also this event that happened more recently. It was some things that I witnessed and was a little in awe of.

Every neighborhood has one. Every generation knows one, that one crazy kid who brings out
unknown sexuality in all the boys he runs with. I have my own stories, but its funny to watch another young guy’s experiences. As seen from my adult point of view. I am now married and have no children, but my wife does.
Our kids are friends with many other kids in the neighborhood. My kitchen window looks diagonally into the neighbor’s back yard, in this instance the trampoline is in the direct line of sight. The neighbors have a boy about the age of my stepson Caleb, the neighbor kid is Devin. One day I see Devin, and three ten year old girls jumping. Obviously discussing something face to face as they jump.
A moment later Devin deliberately yanks down his shorts and boxers. His medium-sized, curley blonde haired, blue eyed visage equipped with a clearly circumcised  penis bounces at every jump as the girls stare on. They seemed to get nervous and leave. Ol’ Devin remains exposed for ten to fifteen minutes, kicking his shorts and underwear aside. Left alone only in socks and a tee-shirt, he spent most of that time developing....An erection. I guess his parents are never home
much, and getting caught is not a concern for him.
A few weeks later I pass that window to notice Devin and my pre-teen stepson Caleb crouching in the bushes outside there. They were speaking intensely. Then they both stand up,
still talking, no motion however they have their pants down. Devin drops to his knees. My stepson follows suit, waits a moment, then pulls his shorts up. Devin, obviously begins to protest, shorts still down, erection forming, he drops to his knees. He apparently begins pleading with my stepson in some way. Caleb, looking annoyed, drops his shorts again revealing his flaccid penis.
I could not be sure of the words but it seemed that Caleb initiated with,
“I have my Dick out are you gonna do something with it?
Suddenly like a viper Devin takes it in, smashing his nose all crinkled against Caleb’s groin.
Their innocence was obvious as this motionless display froze in time for seemingly hours, but it was only maybe 20 or 30 seconds.

I’ll admit, I was getting aroused, as this familiar scenario had played itself out many years ago between two other boys, one being me.
It’s an experience many men have shared, but few speak of.

What kind of stepdad would I be to say nothing... I had an idea….
Through the house, to the front door.
 “Caleb, …… Dinner!”
He arrived quickly, looking down as he entered the house.

 Without a single expression or thought, I did a tossle of his hair with my open palm.
“It’s been a full day Lil Dude, let’s eat and watch Movie on the couch”
He looked up and a tight lipped smile grew on his face.

I said nothing of it to him, or anyone else….until now.

Chris Stevens