Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Poor Little Hopkins....

At one of the schools where I taught (a middle school, grades 6-7-8) the coach was a 40-something married black man with kids. The funny thing was, he frequently mentioned in conversation what he saw in the locker room while boys changed and showered for PE and the sports teams. I never totally figured him out, whether he might have been a little bit gay, or just happened to take notice of the boys when they were naked. Maybe athletes see so many dicks that it becomes commonplace to them.

Regardless of his motivation, he was shooting the bull with me in the teachers' lounge one day and called the name of a boy that was in one of my classes. He said something to the effect that "some poor girl is going to get a real shock when he unfolds his prick to its full length and tries to cram all of it into her."

Because the kid in my class was on the small size, I wondered whether we were thinking of the same boy. The coach told me to come see for myself. He urged me to drop into the locker room on some pretense in the last ten minutes of a certain period.

I took him up on it, walking in with a clip board in my hand. We stood in his office, which had a big plate-glass window facing the locker room. The coach told me he would catch the boy at the right moment and prove that he knew what he was talking about. Sure enough, the instant the kid stepped out of the shower with a towel around his middle and headed for his locker, my colleague stepped to the door of his office and barked "Hopkins! On the double!"

It was definitely the same boy. He hurried to the coach, looking worried and keeping his towel wrapped around him as he trotted.

"Did you shampoo?" Coach asked him.

"Yes, Sir…. With water."

"Run back and lather your hair up with soap so you'll be pretty for the ladies, Hopkins. Leave that towel here. You can get a fresh one when you're through…. Hurry, man, Hurry!"

Poor little Hopkins, naked as a jay bird after handing the coach his towel, was indeed thoroughly hung. He'd been endowed with a very long skinny dick that dropped forward over his balls and dangled way down in front of his thighs. It flopped around comically as he hurried to the showers. His dick was not unusually thick, but it was so dramatically long that it was out of all proportion to the rest of the kid's body. I had to agree with the coach's feeling concerning "some poor girl."

After that I found it hard to keep my eyes away from the boy's crotch in class. And as I said, I never figured that coach out.

Submitted Anonymous

Poor Little Hopkins....


At one of the schools where I taught (a middle school, grades 6-7-8) the coach was a 40-something married black man with kids. The funny thing was, he frequently mentioned in conversation what he saw in the locker room while boys changed and showered for PE and the sports teams. I never totally figured him out, whether he might have been a little bit gay, or just happened to take notice of the boys when they were naked. Maybe athletes see so many dicks that it becomes commonplace to them.

Regardless of his motivation, he was shooting the bull with me in the teachers' lounge one day and called the name of a boy that was in one of my classes. He said something to the effect that "some poor girl is going to get a real shock when he unfolds his prick to its full length and tries to cram all of it into her."

Because the kid in my class was on the small size, I wondered whether we were thinking of the same boy. The coach told me to come see for myself. He urged me to drop into the locker room on some pretense in the last ten minutes of a certain period.

I took him up on it, walking in with a clip board in my hand. We stood in his office, which had a big plate-glass window facing the locker room. The coach told me he would catch the boy at the right moment and prove that he knew what he was talking about. Sure enough, the instant the kid stepped out of the shower with a towel around his middle and headed for his locker, my colleague stepped to the door of his office and barked "Hopkins! On the double!"

It was definitely the same boy. He hurried to the coach, looking worried and keeping his towel wrapped around him as he trotted.

"Did you shampoo?" Coach asked him.

"Yes, Sir…. With  water."

"Run back and lather your hair up with soap so you'll be pretty for the ladies, Hopkins. Leave that towel here. You can get a fresh one when you're through…. Hurry, man, Hurry!"

Poor little Hopkins, naked as a jay bird after handing the coach his towel, was indeed thoroughly hung. He'd been endowed with a very long skinny dick that dropped forward over his balls and dangled way down in front of his thighs. It flopped around comically as he hurried to the showers. His dick was not unusually thick, but it was so dramatically long that it was out of all proportion to the rest of the kid's body. I had to agree with the coach's feeling concerning "some poor girl."

After that I found it hard to keep my eyes away from the boy's crotch in class. And as I said, I never figured that coach out.
Submitted Anonymous

The Laundromat Loads

Author’s Note
Here is my first experience of getting hard from another guy, then going in a bathroom to wank! All provoked by another boy. It was in a pretty strange place for anybody to get sexy feeling.


This is what happened:
When I was old enough to drive, it was my chore to go to the laundromat on Saturdays and do all the family washing. All kinds of people were there. This one time there was this boy who was with some people. He was maybe only 12 or so, maybe a little more, which is all I noticed, but too young for me to hang with.

So I was 16, and been jacking my dick since seventh grade. Real private and always alone. I never thought about somebody else's dick. Now after while I see that this boy at the laundromat has got something going in his pants. He is standing at some tables where people fold their clothes. He is mashing the front of his pants hard onto the edge of a table. It went on quite a while, mashing and rubbing, doing different things like that to his dick and peeking around to make sure people were not looking. This was very amazing to me, but being a little embarrassed. I got a magazine to look at, but I was still watching him in secret. One time he grabbed his dick and squeezed real tight. Another time he sat in a chair and hitting his dick with his fist. Whoa!!

The little dude made me hard, I had a need to jack off bad. But did not go in the bathroom right away because he was still messing with his dick….. I had to keep watching, like being hypnotized, plus afraid to miss something. He did other stuff, like his Mother told him to carry a laundry basket and this kid, he held it with the edge right against his dick, and stuff like that. Like clock-work he would go back to the table and rub his dick on it or push real hard against the table. Finally they left and I go real quick to the bathroom to take care of my boner.

All the time while jacking off, I'm thinking about the boy and him having a hard dick and he probally did not know how to jack, or maybe even, he would have done it in the bathroom already?

I’m thinking all kinds of stuff I never really thought about before. Also thinking how big was his dick, when hard.

Wow !! ..I got a cum-shot real fast, a big orgasm, something you remember a long time. It was the start of me noticing dicks outside of my own private jacking, and doing it with other guys and liking to jack off with somebody. But it was crazy to happen where it did, at that Laundromat.

Anonymous

The Laundromat Loads

Author’s Note
Here is my first experience of getting hard from another guy, then going in a bathroom to wank! All provoked by another boy. It was in a pretty strange place for anybody to get sexy feeling.

This is what happened:
When I was old enough to drive, it was my chore to go to the laundromat on Saturdays and do all the family washing. All kinds of people were there. This one time there was this boy who was with some people. He was maybe only 12 or so, maybe a little more, which is all I noticed, but too young for me to hang with.

So I was 16, and been jacking my dick since seventh grade. Real private and always alone. I never thought about somebody else's dick. Now after while I see that this boy at the laundromat has got something going in his pants. He is standing at some tables where people fold their clothes. He is mashing the front of his pants hard onto the edge of a table. It went on quite a while, mashing and rubbing, doing different things like that to his dick and peeking around to make sure people were not looking. This was very amazing to me, but being a little embarrassed. I got a magazine to look at, but I was still watching him in secret. One time he grabbed his dick and squeezed real tight. Another time he sat in a chair and hitting his dick with his fist. Whoa!!

The little dude made me hard, I had a need to jack off bad. But did not go in the bathroom right away because he was still messing with his dick….. I had to keep watching, like being hypnotized, plus afraid to miss something. He did other stuff, like his Mother told him to carry a laundry basket and this kid, he held it with the edge right against his dick, and stuff like that. Like clock-work he would go back to the table and rub his dick on it or push real hard against the table. Finally they left and I go real quick to the bathroom to take care of my boner.

All the time while jacking off, I'm thinking about the boy and him having a hard dick and he probally did not know how to jack, or maybe even, he would have done it in the bathroom already?
I’m thinking all kinds of stuff I never really thought about before. Also thinking how big was his dick, when hard.
Wow !! ..I got a cum-shot real fast, a big orgasm, something you remember a long time. It was the start of me noticing dicks outside of my own private jacking, and doing it with other guys and liking to jack off with somebody. But it was crazy to happen where it did, at that Laundromat.

The Dare over Size

 Patrick was my best buddy from when we started school until we went to different schools at 11. At the time I was having regular grinding sessions with another boy who I didn't like half as much. We used to lie on top of each other naked and thrust against each other but neither of us ever cum. It did feel good though and naturally I wanted to try it with Patrick my best friend but I never got the chance.

 Patrick's parents were religious, very strict and barely let him out of their sight. He wasn't allowed sleep-overs. At school though we were inseparable and we sneaked to the bottom of the playing field where I said I would show him a trick (it was how my grinding buddy had first approached me). He reluctantly pulled his pants down when he saw me do the same and I put his hand on my dick and took hold of his. Mine went stiff immediately and he freaked out when I felt his getting stiff as well. He pulled his pants up quickly said it was a sin and although it didn't affect our friendship I never tried it again with him.

 Our parents knew each other and that's how me met up again at 16 years old after going to different schools. Facially Patrick hadn't changed at all, he was a larger version on the fresh-faced 11-year old I remembered. It was at my parents 25th anniversary when he came round with his parents and girlfriend. We were drinking most of the day when our parents all went to the pub. Almost immediately Patrick all but dragged his girlfriend upstairs. It was silent for a minute or two then I heard them arguing. Patrick was getting heated. It was strange, I remembered him as such a quiet and shy boy. Not anymore!

— Well fuck off then, you bitch!

 His girlfriend came flying past. There were tears in her eyes and she rushed out the house slamming the door behind her. I went into MY bedroom where Patrick was laid back on my bed his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. What's more, he was masturbating. When he noticed me in the doorway, he snapped:

— What the fuck you looking at?
— Not much!

 I stared pointedly at his penis. In truth it was average in all respects.

— Fucking choke you, it would.

He was still masturbating albeit with less vigour and I laughed.

 This was definitely not the Patrick I remembered. I wondered if all those years when his parents confined him so much, had turned him into the monster he seemed to have become. He looked at me, stood up and smirked. Patrick took his penis in hand and pointed it at me.

— Go on then.

I knelt before him and did exactly that, for about two seconds then stood up again. His face dropped.

— Is that it?

— What were you expecting?

— A blow-job!

— What? Do you think I'm gay or something?

— Well, you did just have my dick in your mouth. So you're not gay then?

— I only had your dick in my mouth to prove a point.

 Patrick looked confused. We were both a bit drunk and I was teasing him. I hadn't prepared or plotted the way things went but they turned out to be advantageous.

— Tell you what. My dick will choke you, but if you can get it all in your mouth, I will give you a blow-job.

 I would have anyway, but he hadn't clicked on, so I thought I might as well see if I could get my penis into his mouth. Patrick sunk to his knees and I undid my trousers. I was already hard and he tried to take me all in first time, but couldn't although he said he had. I convinced him to have a second go saying it would be easier if he did it slower. He almost did it and I encouraged him but he pulled back. The third attempt he managed and knew because he pulled back.

— I know I did it that time, coz I felt your balls on my chin

— Okay, I suppose.

 I tried to sound disappointed. Patrick laughed in triumph and laid back on the bed, waiting expectantly. I gave him a blow-job while I masturbated myself. When I felt close to a climax I put my penis against his and held them together, masturbating us both at the same time. I ejaculated onto his stomach then took him back into my mouth. It was only a few seconds later when he too reached orgasm.

After all that boy orgasm stuff, he went straight to sleep. He didn't even move as I pulled his trousers up for him. I went to the pub to find my parents and hopefully scrounge a drink. Patrick was gone when I got back home.

Anonymous

The Dare over Size

Patrick was my best buddy from when we started school until we went to different schools at 11. At the time I was having regular grinding sessions with another boy who I didn't like half as much. We used to lie on top of each other naked and thrust against each other but neither of us ever cum. It did feel good though and naturally I wanted to try it with Patrick my best friend but I never got the chance.
Patrick's parents were religious, very strict and barely let him out of their sight. He wasn't allowed sleep-overs. At school though we were inseparable and we sneaked to the bottom of the playing field where I said I would show him a trick (it was how my grinding buddy had first approached me). He reluctantly pulled his pants down when he saw me do the same and I put his hand on my dick and took hold of his. Mine went stiff immediately and he freaked out when I felt his getting stiff as well. He pulled his pants up quickly said it was a sin and although it didn't affect our friendship I never tried it again with him.

Our parents knew each other and that's how me met up again at 16 years old after going to different schools. Facially Patrick hadn't changed at all, he was a larger version on the fresh-faced 11-year old I remembered. It was at my parents 25th anniversary when he came round with his parents and girlfriend. We were drinking most of the day when our parents all went to the pub. Almost immediately Patrick all but dragged his girlfriend upstairs. It was silent for a minute or two then I heard them arguing. Patrick was getting heated. It was strange, I remembered him as such a quiet and shy boy. Not anymore!
— Well fuck off then, you bitch!

His girlfriend came flying past. There were tears in her eyes and she rushed out the house slamming the door behind her. I went into MY bedroom where Patrick was laid back on my bed his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. What's more, he was masturbating. When he noticed me in the doorway, he snapped:
— What the fuck you looking at?
— Not much!
I stared pointedly at his penis. In truth it was average in all respects.
— Fucking choke you, it would.
He was still masturbating albeit with less vigour and I laughed.
This was definitely not the Patrick I remembered. I wondered if all those years when his parents confined him so much, had turned him into the monster he seemed to have become. He looked at me, stood up and smirked. Patrick took his penis in hand and pointed it at me.
— Go on then.
I knelt before him and did exactly that, for about two seconds then stood up again. His face dropped.
— Is that it?
— What were you expecting?
— A blow-job!
— What? Do you think I'm gay or something?
— Well, you did just have my dick in your mouth. So you're not gay then?
— I only had your dick in my mouth to prove a point.
Patrick looked confused. We were both a bit drunk and I was teasing him. I hadn't prepared or plotted the way things went but they turned out to be advantageous.
— Tell you what. My dick will choke you, but if you can get it all in your mouth, I will give you a blow-job.
I would have anyway, but he hadn't clicked on, so I thought I might as well see if I could get my penis into his mouth. Patrick sunk to his knees and I undid my trousers. I was already hard and he tried to take me all in first time, but couldn't although he said he had. I convinced him to have a second go saying it would be easier if he did it slower. He almost did it and I encouraged him but he pulled back. The third attempt he managed and knew because he pulled back.
— I know I did it that time, coz I felt your balls on my chin.
— Okay, I suppose.
I tried to sound disappointed. Patrick laughed in triumph and laid back on the bed, waiting expectantly. I gave him a blow-job while I masturbated myself. When I felt close to a climax I put my penis against his and held them together, masturbating us both at the same time. I ejaculated onto his stomach then took him back into my mouth. It was only a few seconds later when he too reached orgasm.

After all that boy orgasm stuff, he went straight to sleep. He didn't even move as I pulled his trousers up for him. I went to the pub to find my parents and hopefully scrounge a drink. Patrick was gone when I got back home.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Pee Pee Club

This is about a phase of life that disappeared too soon. I was a lucky boy to have two best friends. We had the best friendship ever.

It started with moving to a new neighborhood when I was eight. Next door to me was a boy named Jimmy. Across the alley behind Jimmy was another boy, Cody. We became like triplets. It was like we had been waiting for each other all our lives. We were the same age and liked all the same things. We were total buddies in everything. When school started we were in the same third grade class.

My back yard had a bunch of thick bushes along the alley, thick enough for us to go into the bushes and disappear. That was our hide-out, and also the place where the pee-pee club got started.

The big thing we did a number of times every day no matter what else was going on, was something very nasty in our way of thinking, and therefore very funny: pissing in front of each other and not hiding our dicks at all. We would be playing. One guy would lower his voice and say pee-pee in a funny childish way like we were toddlers. We would head off for the bushes to piss together. It was maybe the biggest part of our friendship. We stood hiding in the bushes and pulled our little peters out. One guy said "Ready, set, go!" And we would urinate in unison.

Even in rain or snow or freezing cold, the pee-pee club always went out and pissed. We called each other to make a secret appointment, snuck outside, and pissed together. We never missed a day. If one of us was sick or on vacation, the other two still got their dicks out and pissed.

Pissing was not our only private thing the pee-pee club did. we did other naughty and funny stuff such as farting at each other, touching and comparing each other's dicks and balls, and examining each other's anuses with a magnifying glass.  But letting our little dicks stick out of our pants and pisssing together while looking at our peters, that was at the top of our list. A lot of times we helped one another pee by holding the guy's dick and aiming it for him while he pissed. We had one trick that was sort of precision pissing, to coordinate our streams so the three jets of urine met in mid-air several feet out in front of us. We found an old paint bucket one time and made a target out of it, all of us pissing into it at the same time while standing back away from it.

Once in a while some other boy would play with us and we would go pee together to see what he would do. Some did it with us and some didn't like it. We talked about them later, saying the ones that didn't piss were sissies. But whether they pissed or not, didn't make much difference because the real pee-pee club was just Jimmy, Cody and me, not anybody else.

Our trio lasted something over three years, less than four. First Cody moved somewhere else, and not much later we left. It was like being killed on the inside, to lose my friends. From the age of twelve until many years later, I had no intimate friend and felt very alone. When I began squirting cum I missed Cody and Jimmy so bad, wondering if they were doing the same thing with their dicks, wherever they were.  I wanted to show them how I could jack off. No telling how puberty would have affected our friendship. But I believe the pee-pee club would have taken it in stride.  We would have moved easily from mutual pissing to mutual masturbation, helping each other deal with our changing bodies and having a good time with our horny stiffies.  There was something so good about we three boys pissing together and snickering like happy little fools.

My First with a Friend


Ryan and I  were 13, he was tall and pretty skinny. He had brown hair, and blue eyes. But he was (I think) kind of average, much like me. We played basketball, and sometimes baseball mostly we liked to play video games. 
Ryan and I had done a couple of feel-ups on each other, and kind of jacked each other once on a night we were looking at some porno stuff.
In the next 2weeks that followed that, we did this in our private times alone but compared our frequency and even how long it took to shoot a jiz. I guess it was okay like this alone, but it was awesome how it felt to have somebody else give the pleasurable rush over our bodies. We both wanted more.
 If we did not have much chance to talk or hang-out, we texted at times. It was fun because we had our secret code to each other as if we were talking about playing Halo. More or less like when we would plan a “Team Event online”. What it meant was, we wanted to plan a sleepover and jerk each other off. I never felt like it was weird for us to do that. I also knew that I wanted to show Ryan how much I liked it all. When I jacked off alone, he was in my fantasy thoughts. I was getting curious about maybe more stuff we could do. I thought about his junk and what it might feel like in my mouth. I know it might be pretty gay but I wanted, No…. “ I Needed” to know what it would be like to taste and feel this with him.

Frustrations had built, since it had been 2 weeks of preparing for finals and cramming for exams. We were finally gonna get to hang out. Spring break started on the upcoming Friday. Even better, I had money saved back from my 14th birthday that just passed. Officially Ryan was coming over for “Gaming” and  a sleepover, my parents were going to some Play or Theater event and they would be out late. So the plans were all set for just about anything.
As soon as Ryan came over, we ordered Pizza delivered, and fired up the gaming. I kept getting killed off, since I was all excited about him being there and thinking mental about later. The pizza finally got delivered, so we took a quick break to cram our mouths. We returned to the console, and something really nice happened. Ryan said he was so full, he needed to make room. He unbuttoned his pants, then he made it even wilder, by unzipping all the way down. I had to show him I agreed, and did the same. I fact I even folded down the sides of may pants some. I said,  
“Yeah it’s kind of hot too!”

 It was indeed a warm night. As we continued gaming, we both stripped our shirts and I could easily see most of the waist-band of his boxer briefs.
I was trying to keep from looking, but I could not stop thinking of later and those boxers were taunting me about what I wanted. I stood up and said I needed to go to Pee, but really I just wanted to get a higher view down the front of Ryan’s open fly. He said, yeah me too. Since we needed to pause our game. He just followed along with me. We stood side by side as we pissed like little kids do at the same toilet. It did not seem weird to us since we knew each other better than most guys. Kind of sly, we were both looking down at each other’s dick. As the streams slowed to drops, I did a shake or two in an instant the boner started. He snickered a little, then he started stroking his. Actually, we were both circumcised I watched the form of his head popping more oval shaped and then turning darker from pink to lightly red as we stroked side by side.

We both snickered, as it was obvious that it was time for our “team event” to start. We flopped our cocks inside our underwear and headed back to my room. We peeled all of our clothes and landed in unison on my bed, pressing together in a hug. I was afraid to kiss him on the lips but I was too out of control to stop myself from touch my lips to his cheek. He did not stop me or turn away. I reached down to grab his cock. He started stroking on mine. The hand-size to cock ratio was very different between us.  I had a larger one and his hand was smallish. But my hand was fully wrapped around his stiff wiener. Actually it was about the size of a hotdog, but not near as long. He now had some hairs starting just above his.. I would have liked to try to kiss him, but my new fantasy was his cock in my mouth.
So without asking, I dropped down to his middle and before I could do anything much, he was pressing my head right on to his dick. As it slid in past my lips, the feeling was strangely comforting. It felt softer than I imagined, but then different parts had the firmness I expected. I liked letting my lips glide over his head. With that motion, I finally got the taste I wished for, I did not want to stop by that point. I wanted to ask him to do the same to me, but I was really ready for him to go off. He started pressing my head down again and pushing his middle up. I was just letting it all go, and it was going to be a first for us both. I bobbed a few times more then. Ryan pumped a little faster and he was making some moaning noises, alternated by the sound of him licking his lips. In a flash, he froze his movements, then warmness, as his pleasure launching into my mouth with the quivering of his orgasm.
I had just experienced a new first, it was unreal and satisfying even though I had not yet cum. Ryan did not say a word, he just quietly bent down to my throbbing dick and wrapped a hand around and started to mouth the tip. I thought maybe he was concerned it might be too big for his mouth, he mostly was jacking it by hand and using his lips only on my head..
It did not matter so much, I was already so turned on by all of this horny stuff. I was ready to blast, but I wanted to feel him working me. Then he managed to get more of my cock in. Uh, Ohhh. That was the trigger point.
I lost control of my reactions, I had a handful of his hair and another handful
Of my pillow, the rest of me was animal instinct I guess.
It was the greatest orgasm I had ever felt.