Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Sharing Pocket Candy

In the first comment under The Tree House Massage , Anon mentions "contrived situations." That reminds me of what a guy did that I knew in Junior High.

This kid was a smaller kid than me but we must have been about the same age because we were in the same seventh grade class. The two of us were cleaning out a book closet after school, most likely punishment for some sort of infraction. As we moved stacks of books, the guy asked me,

"Do you have any candy in your pockets?"

I told him no. He kept asking if I had candy and then said he was going to check my pockets and see.

He told me to stand still. He put his right hand into my right front pocket and began feeling around in the pocket, "accidentally" touching my dick. He touched it several times while moving his hand.

"You do have something in there," he said, and put his other hand right on the front of my pants and
felt my junk.

 I thought he had made an honest mistake and that I should tell him that what he felt was not candy at all. But I was embarrassed about the thought of mentioning my dick. I couldn't bring myself to say what was in my mind.

As soon as he took his hand out of my pocket he spread his own pocket and said I should check and see if he had any candy. But I didn't want to, so that was the end of that.

Many times over the years I have regretted being so dumb. If I had played along with his "contrived situation" it would have been my first encounter of that kind. I would have gotten a head start on one of the pleasures of life. I was simply too naive to recognize the opportunity.


Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Tree House Massage

We lived in a house for a few years that had a fort built into a big tree in the back yard. The people that used to live there built it for their kids and now it was mine (and my sister's too, but she never went up there).

The fort was the scene of some very educational experiences with another boy, although at the time I was ignorant of what we were doing. A boy who liked to come over and play in the fort with me was a year or two older but we played together like equals. He told me one day that he had a cramp and maybe it would get better if I would massage it for him.

I asked him where the cramp was and he pointed to the fly of his pants. He said he would lay down on the floor of the fort if I would rub his cramp. Nobody could see us because of the walls of the fort.

He laid down and told me to feel his pants and see how bad his cramp was. No surprise to anybody reading this, he had a boner going which felt to me like a piece of pipe in his clothes. He told me it already felt better because of me feeling it. Then he said to go ahead and rub it. I sat on the floor of the fort and rubbed my hand on his pants right on the bulge that his woody made. He told me I was doing a very good job and maybe a little faster would help.

With me rubbing back and forth on his boner he stretched his legs out real straight. Before long he crossed his ankles and said "A little more, just a little more." Then he added, Faster, faster!" And then he suddenly told me to stop, saying his cramp was fine now.

Well, hell, I was just out of seventh grade and didn't know what was going on inside his pants when I massaged him, but it made me feel real big to do something like that for the dude. Every time he came over he would get a cramp and need me to feel it and then rub it for him. He would have various instructions while I massaged him, sometimes just rubbing the flat palm of my hand around in circles on his thing. Or he would say to use my fingers around the bulge in his pants. He would like it fast or he would like it slow. Sometimes just dragging my fingers back and forth on the bulge. Or to squeeze it.

I was jacking him off through his pants and underwear and he was having orgasms and cumming inside his clothes. But I didn't know all that.

Whenever we were getting close to the end of a massage I could tell we were almost finished by the way he would squirm around and his body would get tense. A lot of times he wanted me to go real fast at the very end. When he got to where he was going he would kind of jump and make a noise and tell me to stop. After I stopped rubbing him he would lay still and get his breath. We did this again and again without me knowing a damn thing about climaxes and ejaculations.

Looking back on the massages I gave him, I'm sure he also jacked off at other times besides our encounters, because he sometimes took a lot longer to reach satisfaction. I would rub his erection for what seemed like a very long time while he wiggled around on the floor of the fort. At times like that his whole body would become rigid and he would tell me "Faster, faster, as fast as you can!" When he would finally tell me to stop after a frantic session like that he would be exhausted.

The massaging went on through the summer after my seventh grade and into my eighth grade. It gave me erections of my own while I worked on him. One time I asked him to feel me and see if he thought I had a cramp. He said he would be glad to. He felt me real good and said yes, I certainly did have a cramp. Then he rubbed it for me, asking if that was okay --- which of course it was. After that time, he would always rub me for a while before I started on him. The rubbing felt good, but my stiffie didn't go away. Also, nothing happened. Not that I knew anything might happen. Either I wasn't ready to shoot cum or he didn't rub long enough.

When I got to the point that I discovered what to do with my boner for myself, I realized exactly what a treat I had been giving that guy, but also what an education I'd received by rubbing his cramp. Neither one of us ever opened our zippers. We just worked on each other's bulge. The one thing I never figured out was how he could bear squirting a load of cum inside his pants all the time.


Friday, December 26, 2014

Our Secret Naughty Christmas

A fun story from Christmas and days long past. 

As we approach Christmas, I am reminded of the story that took place in my youth on Christmas day.
 Every year when I was a kid, Christmas dinner was at my house. After the morning of going to church and opening presents, my mom would be preparing the big Christmas dinner and all the relatives would be coming to the house. There would usually be about 16 of us.
 I was an only child, but I had a same-age cousin that lived right next door to me. The Christmas when we were 14, we were both long-standing secret jerk-off buddies by then. He had two older brothers, and they were at our house too, but they never really associated with us. As my mom was preparing dinner and all the relatives were mulling around the house in conversation, I found myself incredibly horny and in need of a good wank. 
 My cousin and I were just hanging out, not doing much, and then he quietly said to me, “You want to go up to your room?” Without hesitation and with a smile, I said to him, “Let’s go”. My bedroom was upstairs, and it was a location where the two of us had jerked off together many times in the past. But we had never been so bold to try to do it with a house full of people right downstairs.
 We quietly both went upstairs, and by the time we got to the top of the stairs I was now certain that we both had the same thing in mind. He was already unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants before we even got to my room. We closed my door, knowing this was all quite risky because there was only one bathroom in the house, and it was directly across from my bedroom. So we had to be very quiet and alert, because at any time someone could come upstairs to use the toilet.

  Again without any discussion, we both climbed on my bed in our usual positions, pull down our pants and underpants, and then we heard the “slap-slap” of our two very erect penises being released and slapping against our stomachs. I remember, not only did I need it real bad, but the thought that almost every relative we had on earth was in the house right downstairs at the time made it all the more wicked and exciting! We got out my secret bottle of hand lotion and applied some to each other started quietly and deliberately stroking each other’s rock-hard pole. I remember he ended up getting me to climax first, and then I sped up on him he had a really big cum within a minute after me. 
 I kept an old towel on the floor off the left side of the bed, next to the wall. Whether my mom realized it or not, that was my masturbation clean-up towel. My cousin and I, our hands and our stomachs now covered with a mix of both of our cum and hand lotion, were ready for a good cleanup. My cousin then reached down, and then said to me, “Where’s your towel? It’s not here.” I had totally forgotten that when my mom asked me to clean my room, I threw my cum rag into the basement laundry room hamper, and I never replaced it! I panicked a little bit because we were both drenched with cum that point. I scooped as much semen off of my stomach and into my right hand, got off the bed, and holding my shirt with my teeth and my pants up my left hand I snuck out of my bedroom and darted into the bathroom. I wiped myself up with my bath towel, then pulled up my pants and returned to my bedroom carrying that towel. My cousin likewise cleaned himself up and got dressed again. Then we went back downstairs, our hormones relieved and our testicles a little swollen.
(I ended up having to continue to use that bath towel until the end of the week, so as not to make my mom suspicious as to why I needed a new towel.)

Thursday, December 25, 2014

The Book

The Christmas that I was 13 I was just into puberty and had been occasionally masturbating in a state of timid fear. I was not yet fully comfortable with the act. Jacking off was a mysterious and somewhat frightening diversion that I practiced ever so often when I was unable to resist the urge. Pumping my penis until it fired gooey stuff was a strange thing that I didn't totally understand.

After our family opened our presents and while we were having our traditional Christmas breakfast I got a phone call from my best friend Matt, saying "You've gotta come over. You've gotta come over and see something!" This was in the era when people had only land lines. Phone calls could be overheard by anybody in the house. Matt seemed to be talking a lot softer and faster than usual, making me think that he didn't want anybody to know that he'd called me.

I got permission to leave and biked the two blocks to Matt's house. He took me straight to his room and closed the door. "Look at this," he said, in a strange voice.

He went to his bed and pulled a book from under the pillow. It was a textbook-size paperback. The title, best as I can remember, was something like "A Boy and His Body."

What those words meant wasn't immediately obvious to me. I thought of basic stuff like sports skills and good nutrition. Meanwhile Matt opened the book. His voice was shaking: "Look! Look at it!"

Matt held the book open with one hand, jabbing his finger at a drawing with the other hand. I stared at it in disbelief. The drawing depicted the bare male sexual organs, a perfectly drawn illustration of a penis and testicles. I looked at Matt. We were the best of friends, yet his face was red with embarrassment at what he was showing me.

Every detail in the drawing was identified with an arrow and a label. Matt turned pages. Some drawings showed an immature penis. Others showed a full-grown organ. There were cut-away sketches showing the interior parts. The x-ray structure of a pair of testicles was depicted, along with the mysterious prostate and the "tubing" that linked everything together. Matt turned more pages. We saw soft penises and erect penises. Uncircumcised and cut. Horizontal erections, angular erections, vertical erections. Small testicles, tight testicles, huge testicles. A hand wrapped around an erection with arrows depicting back-and-forth motion. Several stages in the growth of public hair.

Besides the drawings there were chapters and chapters of text to read. And, very deep into the book, drawings of the female anatomy.

"Where did you get it?" I finally asked.

"My dad. He gave it to me last night, all wrapped up in Christmas paper. Told me not to tell my mom or anybody."

We looked at chapter titles and sub headings: Puberty. Your Penis. Wet Dreams. Production of Semen. Personal hygiene. Erections. Private Masturbation. Shared Masturbation. And lots more including serious things such as Sexual Ethics, Methods of Birth Control, Being a Thoughtful Partner, Oral Sex and a section titled NO Always Means NO.

A lot of it was way beyond where we were in our own development. And some was freaky, even as I think back on it today. A long discussion of circle jerking, for instance.

The book's immediate effect was to arouse our little boners. We paged back and forth and stared at the drawings while constantly squeezing dicks which had bloomed into big-time stiffies. Although Matt and I had been naked together on many occasions while changing clothes or staying overnight, there'd been no sexual element. Now we beat around the bush for a while and finally admitted to each other that we both knew how to do "it," and what's more, that we needed to do "it" right now. So we faced away from each other to preserve our immature privacy while we jacked off into tissues. It seemed to me that I climaxed within seconds. I couldn't bring myself to look at Matt, but I could hear him catch his breath and then zip up his pants.

Strangely (at least it was strange to me) we became erect again within a few minutes as we continued looking at the book and its very realistic sketches. With only a slight amount of discussion we pulled out our boners for a second time and pumped them again, this time in full view of one another as if we expected to receive a grade on our technique.

The book absorbed our attention for weeks and months. No matter what chapter we studied, we ended up jerking together. Sometimes Matt would tell me at school, "You'll never guess what I read about last night." We would head to his house right after school and he would get out the book and bring me up to date while we engaged in best-friend foreplay. (Thanks to the book we knew that the word "foreplay" was a prelude to "real" sex, but we also decided that that's what we were doing when we helped each other get harder and harder). After a few minutes of staring at pictures and groping each other's crotches, we would end with a mutual wank and twin ejaculations.

The book elevated two dumb little eighth-grade dorks from ignorant random jerkers to daily masturbation partners. What's more, we were probably better informed about every aspect of sex than any of the other kids in our school.

When I left Matt's house that Christmas day, his dad was sitting in the living room. He called me by name and wished me Merry Christmas with a big smile. I tried to appear innocent but I had a feeling he knew exactly what Matt and I had been doing in Matt's room with the door closed.


Friday, December 19, 2014

What Could Two Brothers Want from Me

My sister went to a School for gifted kids in our town. She lived at home with us, but there were dorms on the School campus for kids whose families and homes were far away. She was dating a boy named Julian.
It was the end of the school year (June) and my mom decided to help out by giving him a ride back to his home town, which was about a 3 hour drive from our home and near the coast. I am sure it all was meant to be an opportunity for Mom to meet his parents and family. I was happy to go and see the ocean, and thinking of a Beach and some fun stuff.

When we arrived, their house was pretty small and very country-like. There was no beach to be seen anywhere. They were some kind of farmers and probably poor. There were loads of kids and most seemed very close in age, and about as many girls as boys. I think there were about 6 kids total. Julian was the oldest at about 16 or 17 at the time.

 So with not much to do that afternoon, I was being entertained on the couch by these two teen boys. Their names were Jorge and Felipe. I would guess they were age range about 12 to 13. I was 14 and just finished with 7th grade. We were looking at Game magazines and some Comic Books. There was a boy on either side of me. It seemed like they did not have people over very often, because they were quite excited to have me as a visitor. It was kinda cool  they were paying so much attention to me.

While us three were looking at a magazine in my lap, one boy started pointing at something on the page and was telling me it was cool or funny, I can't remember exactly what it was, but he was pointing at it with his finger. He kept on pressing hard against the magazine and downward to my crotch. I really am not kidding!! It was like this kid making a suggestion to me. It took me a couple of times of this. Then I realized for sure he was trying to discreetly feel me up. When the other brother started doing the same, I knew quite well, that I was their new play-toy. I noticed they looked at each other and kinda smiled. By this time, I got so uncomfortable, that I pulled the magazine up to my chest area and acted like I wanted a closer look at the thing. Then they boys started talking about me sleeping over. I'm telling you - they really wanted me to stay, I was worried they maybe wanted to gang rape me or something? Who knows!

My Mom had plans for us to go after dinner to visit some friends who had moved to a nearby town also along the coast, so I guess whatever these boys had planned to do with me, it sure never got to happen.

It was a couple of nights later, that I was at home in bed, I started wondering how it might have turned that night with those 2 other boys. I got boned instantly thinking maybe those boys might come up to my town for a visit to our family. Maybe one of them might slip into my bed in his undies, and let me have a feel around. At this point I had never done anything with any another person, so even thinking about a feel around was enough to make me shoot.

I guess if I had stayed at that house with all those other boys for a night, something might have happened much earlier in my life?


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The Case of the Blown-up Peter

Before ever reaching puberty I had a secret kind of friendship with another boy my age who lived two houses away. The two of us enjoyed a no-no, playing with one another's off-limits parts. We were totally naive about sex. I had no idea that a penis could do anything but produce piss and I'm sure my little pal was equally uninformed.

Although the early part of our relationship is very hazy, we first became naughty with each other by pissing together in hidden outdoor places.

What I remember best is the games of "Doctor" that we played when we were in the prime of our naive boyhood. These sessions generally took place in my friend's garage where several pieces of unused furniture were stored. The one who was to be the patient lay on a dresser for examination. The doctor would zero in immediately on his crotch, feel around to locate the patient's little equipment, and say something like "Sir, you have a bump in your pants."

The doctor would assist the patient in unfastening his pants and would then proceed to give the front of the other guy's underwear a good feeling-up. After that the doctor would put the tips of his fingers under the waistband of the patient's briefs. We talked in a very silly way that we thought sounded like what real doctors would say, such as "I must have full access to the bump." At that point, down went the patient's underwear.

Once the patient's privates were revealed, we became very creative in figuring out ways to examine and doctor the forbidden area. We used everything imaginable to check out the other guy's dick and balls. Toilet-paper rollers, leaves, pebbles, key-rings, bottles, hose couplings, small twigs, flower petals - anything that came to hand. We were very creative in examining and treating each other. The doctor often rubbed "medicine" on the patient's penis and balls, asking "Is that better?" We were both circumcised, and we'd unroll the other guy's little circles of loose skin to make sure we treated everything. Our medicines were lotions, perfumes and creams that we pilfered from our bathrooms at home.

We enjoyed touching and being touched. Our private fun was a wonderful secret that built a strong bond between us. Besides our dicks, we also treated each other's assholes. Once I lost a small pebble in my friend's butt by pushing it too far in with a stick. That was a major crisis. We were really worried, but the situation was resolved as soon as he had his next bowel movement. "It came right out when I pooped," he whispered as soon as we saw each other the next day. We broke into laughter, happy as larks.

Did we become hard during all our playing? I don't know about the youngest years, but remember a notable day when I was examining my friend and found that things felt "different" down there. When we got his underwear down, his little dick was indeed different - it was erect, although we didn't know about that phenomenon. His penis seemed to be stretching itself. The organ was longer. Its loose skin was pulled very tight and it resisted my touch. This was new, strange. I remember feeling of it, staring at it without speaking for a moment, and finally (still trying to be funny and hang onto the silly doctor-talk) telling him "No wonder you have a bump, sir, your peter is about to blow up."

After we began having erections (or became aware of having them) we did crazy things to highlight our stiffies during the doctor game, such as wrapping colored ribbon around a boner. One time I found an old 45-RPM record at home and we took turns standing up naked, hanging the record on our little boners and letting the other guy spin it around as fast as he could. We hung onto the concept that a penis with an erection was "about to blow up," saying completely crazy things such as "Careful, sir, we don't want your poor peter to get any worse or it'll blow up."

I had a lot of friends, but only one like that.


Saturday, December 6, 2014

How I Got My Start

How I got my start

Our family were church people. We went to church every time the doors were open. My father was on the board and my mother sang in the choir. Other than going to church, the only thing I knew about was school. So there were really only two environments in my young life, school and church.

My discovery of masturbation took place when I was 14, later than most guys. It happened at church. During the sermon I left the balcony and went to the upstairs restroom. Not sure whether I went there because my dick was already stiff, or whether it become erect once I got to the restroom. At any rate, I remember needing to piss but being distracted by my dick sticking stiffly out of my pants. It was so hard that I continued standing at the urinal, squeezing and wiggling my boner. I was literally playing with myself. Soon I was sliding my hand back and forth on my hard dick just because it seemed to help the feelings. I was not expecting anything to happen.

But something did happen. It was so frightening and I was such a "Nice" boy that it scared hell out of me. As I began to experience the sensations of masturbation for the first time, I got scared. I was certain that what I was doing was dangerous and that I should stop immediately.

However I was sort of hypnotized, completely unable to stop. My hand just kept moving. The sensations kept growing. They reached a frightening peak. I nearly passed out as the ejaculatory sensations slammed me. At the same time that the feelings peaked, a lot of mysterious stuff shot out of my virgin penis.

There is a family picture of us taken when I was at that age. My blond hair was combed to perfection. I had on a dress-shirt and tie. If anybody had seen me jacking off in the church restroom that first time, I would have presented quite a sight standing there and wanking in my good clothes. Very likely my tie was flapping from side to side. The beautifully-combed hair may have been bouncing. My glasses probably slid down my nose while I jacked. And my eyes may have grown as big as pogs when the climax hit and my first load shot into the urinal.

My second experience with masturbation took place exactly a week later. During the week I was always thinking about what had happened at the urinal. Now, as I sat in the balcony again, I was cursed with the hardest erection I'd ever had, plus consumed with curiosity to find out whether the strange things involving my penis were a one-time fluke, or something that could happen again. I will simply report that my trip to the urinal was a success. As I jacked myself I paid careful attention to the mounting feelings and was accurately able to predict the moment at which the weird squirt would take place.

I was hooked. The procedure settled into a Sunday ritual, with one alteration. I now locked myself into a stall to masturbate after a man walked in on me while I was in the middle of exercising my erection at the urinal.

Using the stall led to a strange process that I enjoyed. I stood up while I wanked, with my dick sticking out of the fly of my Sunday pants. At first I merely shot into the toilet. But as I became more accustomed to jacking off, I dropped my pants and briefs all the way to the floor while I pumped my boner. As the climax approached I turned sideways and stepped toward the partition of the stall, raising my shirt to protect it from my ejaculation. Just a second or two before climaxing, I pressed my body against the partition, mashing my stiff dick between my stomach and the wall. Then I rubbed my dick against the partition until my load shot. I continued rubbing like that while all the ejaculate was expelled.

Next I quickly stepped back so that the cum which was running down the wall did not drip onto my pants and underwear. I used toilet paper to clean cum off my stomach and dick. I pulled my pants up, washed my hands, and went back into the balcony leaving wet ejaculate on the partition and floor.

I may have been more horny than the typical kid at that age. I say that because when I went back to the balcony after climaxing, my dick would immediately get hard again while I recalled the excellent feelings I'd enjoyed just a few minutes earlier. Or maybe my constant horny state was because I waited a week between masturbations (it was several months before I dared to do it more than once a week).

At any rate, I would look forward with constant erections to my glorious Sundayorgasm in the locked stall.


Monday, December 1, 2014

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

The falling leaves are really piling up, and that reminds me of playing in the leaves with one of my friends.

We would rake up leaves from several yards and then take turns burying each other in a pile of leaves as big as we could make. Whoever was covered up would lie perfectly still and wait for what was about to happen. The other guy snuck up and stuck his hand into the pile and tried to locate his friend's crotch and give his privates a good squeeze. Plus finding out if our buddy was erect, which he always was.

The buried guy of course rolled around from side to side to try and escape the searching hand but he usually got squeezed. Finally he jumped up through the leaves when his crotch was grabbed and tackled the other guy. Then we traded places and piled up the leaves again. It was some of the best fun I remember from those days, us having boners together and jumping around and rolling laughing through the leaves.

We got such a kick out of it that we ramped it up a notch or two. If the pile of leaves was dense enough, the guy under the leaves could unzip his pants and get his hard dick out without anybody seeing it - which gave both the grabber and the grabbee an extra treat. I remember my friend always saying "Huh-huh-huh!" real funny in a Beavis-and-Butthead sort of way every time he grabbed me and discovered my boner sticking out.

If the guy under the leaves had his dick exposed, he was at a disadvantage because he couldn't roll out of the leaves and tackle the other guy until he got it back into his pants. Despite that, we took every opportunity to make our boners available for the other guy to grab.

Sometimes one of us jacked off while buried in the leaves. The other guy had to watch and give a warning if he thought anybody could tell what was going on. Shooting cum under all the leaves was messy and I always turned on my side so the stuff would squirt away from me.

Other kids played in the leaves too, but I doubt if they did it the same way we did.


Saturday, November 29, 2014

5 Laps for a Fap

Maybe I've missed them, but I haven't read any True Confessions about people getting caught jacking off. 

For me, it happened in a room of a lodge at a rehab retreat (that's as much as I'm going to say about that). I shared the room with a Juvenile worker who ran some of the 12-step meetings. He was in his 20's, probably just out of college. It seemed like ages since I'd got my nuts off (I was 15). I waited until I was certain the other guy was asleep and then began jerking under the covers for all I was worth in hopes of getting it over with as fast as possible. 

All of a sudden his voice rang out, "That'll be five laps up the mountain trail tomorrow, buddy."

I was boiling over with anger and also couldn't look him in the eye the rest of my sentence.


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Do You Want That Tickled Too?

My friend Dylan had bunk beds which gave us a chance to do some questionable things when we had over-nighters. I had a double bed which didn't lend itself to the trick we developed to have privacy at Dylan's. See, we draped blankets and bedspreads over his top bunk so they hung down around the bottom bed. We called it a cave. Inside the cave it was quiet and darkly secret. Too dark to see our comic books, so we rigged a night-light on an extension cord and hung it inside the cave.

Our favorite private game in the cave was to tickle each other. Now, before you get the wrong idea, we were innocent little boys that were still on the threshold of puberty. We didn't even know sex existed. But looking back on it, we were pushing our limits.

Both of us took off our pajama tops. Then one of us sat up against the headboard with his legs spread. The other guy lay down with his head in the first guy's lap. Then the one sitting up began tickling the torso of the one laying down. I enjoyed tickling Dylan because he got lots of goosebumps. We took turns tickling each other, lightly stroking the other guy's chest and sides. Our little nipples were nothing but tiny bumps, but we tickled those also. Sometimes we tickled down around the belt-line, but neither one of us ever put a finger remotely near the other guy's crotch. (That would change within months, but this was a time of simple pleasures.)

Now, what made me think of Dylan and the cave was the discussion on this site about the angles of erect dicks. Whenever Dylan tickled me I got a stiffie. I could feel it rising and standing straight up in my pajamas as I laid on my back. I knew it was the result of him tickling me, and therefore the tickling was "not nice." So I made sure my dick remained hidden in order not to spoil the fun. If Dylan left the cave for a minute, or if we decided to change places, I would use the moment of privacy to give my hard dick a little wiggle or squeeze. I tried to mash it down and get it to behave so that it would lay down against my skin. But once it got hard, it remained stiff.

We tickled each other over quite a period of time, perhaps two years. While I was taking my turn tickling Dylan one night I could feel his head laying on my little boner. It was a very strange situation. I liked the way it felt but knew it was wrong. So I told him I was ready to trade places. As he tickled my sides I felt a tingling in my balls, which grew more and more eerie. It frightened me because I'd never had that feeling before. I suspect that was the beginning of my puberty.

Without thinking, I reached down to squeeze my balls. My erect little boner popped out of the fly of my pajama bottoms. I could feel Dylan catch his breath. Then very hesitantly he asked, "Do you want that tickled too?"

I was tucking it back inside my pj's, utterly embarrassed. Hunting for something to say, I told Dylan "Not this time."

"It was sticking up!" he said, as if I was not aware of the condition of my own penis. "Does it always stick up like that?"

A few minutes of tense silence went by. Then Dylan said, "I won't tell anybody I saw it. Do you want to see mine?" We agreed I would get to see his. It was sort of repayment for him accidentally seeing mine. He pulled down his pajama trousers and let me see his erection. It was bigger than mine. It laid along his groin and pointed along the axis of his body like I tried to get mine to do.

Dylan and I continued to be best pals once we discovered masturbation. But the moment that I remember most is him kind of gasping at the unexpected sight of my hard dick and saying "It was sticking up!"


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Bent Banana

My best boyhood pal and I saw each other erect several times. My penis stuck straight up along my belly; his stuck out at about 45 degrees above horizontal, but it had a pronounced upward curve, so that the head pointed back at him. We both figured that there was something wrong with his "banana dick", and ascribed it to the obvious difference between us: he was circumcised.

Now I don't think that circumcision invariably causes penile curvature. I do believe, though, that many if not most of the twists and bends people have been talking about here result from unskillful or incompetent practitioners hacking away at boys' parts. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014

My Scientific Friend

My best friend from birth through high school (I'll call him Willie) was thinking about going into pre-med from a young age and he always knew more about anatomy and how our bodies work than any other kid. One day we were waiting in his dad's car while the man was in a store. I suppose we were 14 or 15. Willie and I were jack-off pals as well as wonderful friends. We were talking about erections and how we could feel our penises becoming hard.

Kind of joking I told him that when our dicks got hard, it was because a valve opened and the blood rushed in and pumped our dicks full of blood. I had forgotten that Willie knew all about the human body. He told me

"You're almost right,"

 and went on to explain about the "sacs" in a penis that always have a certain amount of blood in them even when limp, but really do inflate with serious pressure from in-rushing blood to cause an erection. (I'm kind of paraphrasing his long description.)

So I read this post about curved dicks and remembered Willie's lecture from all those years ago. What I think, for some boys and men the "sacs" (or whatever they are supposed to be called) may be smaller on one side of the dick than the other. In that case the sacs would not respond equally to the normal amount of blood pressure (thus the dick being curved when soft) or to the highly increased pressure during arousal (thus being curved when hard).

If this is true, indulging in masturbation is completely unrelated to curvature of the organ.


First Time Service

I remember during a sleepover when I was 13, with a friend that was becoming a jerk-off buddy.

I suppose it's because we had masturbated together about 4 times before this happened. We were talking a bunch of stupid stuff about whose dick was bigger or fatter. We were just slowly fondling our dicks as they were getting harder. This was what usually led into our wanks. Then we giggled about other kids in gym who had little ones or big hairy balls. We both agreed that Joey Loomis had the smallest wrinkle dick, and Ken Peterson had the biggest schlong in the 7th grade. Then out of nowhere, he sat up on the bed leaned over me, and then put my erect penis in his mouth! This was long before internet, and as a 7th grader I never dreamed you'd ever put someone's penis in your mouth!

But I remember it immediately felt fantastic. So warm, wet and smooth. A guy pretty well only knows how his hand feels on his erect penis at that point. So that moist hot mouth surrounding my penis was incredible. I dunno if it was lips, tongue or any one part, but it was full tilt boogie and I didn't want it to stop.

 He took pauses and asked if it was good...... but I just said yeah, then shoved him back onto me. I can't remember if it was 2 minutes or 10, but it drove me to launch a big explosive one and he didn't seem to mind.
  He then wanted me to do it to him, and I remember not wanting to, and then gagging when I tried. But I did get at least the head of his penis in my mouth. I remember exactly how "cock" tasted that first time.


Carnal Instinct

I had very few sexual encounters as a boy, mostly because of the fear of being caught by adults or found out by other kids.  Even though I'm sure all the other kids were doing stuff too, if the information became public knowledge, you were subject to much scorn by the rest of the kids.  Therefore, I savored each one and burned all the details into my memory.

One of them happened on the spur of the moment.  Me and a friend (I was ten, he was eight) were playing in the basement of my house.  My mom was home but busy upstairs.  We got a bit bored and I suddenly felt very horny.  (I had been having orgasms since age four and I frequently had strong sexual desires long before puberty.)  I cupped my hands over my mouth and whispered in his ear, "You want to do it?  You can do it to me and then I could do it to you..."  There was, of course, no need to whisper--my mom couldn't have heard anything we said anyway, but you can't be too careful!  The two of us had never done anything sexual before, nor even brought up anything close to the subject.  My question was out of the blue and came completely from my sudden lust.  He whispered back in my ear, "Okay."  Somehow, without explaining anything, he knew exactly what I wanted and he wanted it too.  Instinct.

We went over to a couch and moved it away from the wall so that we could "do it" in hiding and to reduce the chances of us getting caught.  (I know now that any parent would see right through this subterfuge if we both suddenly appeared from behind a couch, faces blushing, pants not quite on correctly, but you know how a child's logic goes.)  I made sure he went first because I wanted to make the experience last as long as I could before I got my orgasm.

Without saying anything, we also both knew what "doing it" meant--one boy would hump the other.  In fact, we never exchanged another word the whole time.  I dropped to my knees, pushed my pants down and lay down, face first on the carpet.  The weird unspoken logic was that showing us each others "things" was wrong, but it was okay to see each others' butts.  My penis was already rock hard and pressing into the floor--I couldn't wait for my turn!  He stood behind me and I listened to him unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly and push down his pants and underwear, every sound heightening my anticipation.  I felt him kneel behind me and I pulled open my butt for him.  Again, everything was instinctual.

He put his boner in between my cheeks and lay down flat against my back.  (There was no actual penetration because our dicks weren't long enough to get all the way to our anuses.)  I let go of my butt and moved my hands forward to either side of my head.  I felt his breath against my neck as he proceeded to push against me, his penis wiggling in my crack, delighting me to no end.  It was understood (again, instinct) that the boy on the bottom was supposed to add extra pleasure for the boy on top by squeezing his butt.  I did my job with glee, loving the feeling of his hard shaft in my cleft.  He built up a wonderful, steady rhythm, not fast and not slow, with occasional grunts and gasps as he humped, his sometimes ragged breath still hitting my neck.  I couldn't see his face but I can imagine now that his eyes were closed and his face grimacing every time the intensity built.  Finally, after a few minutes, I felt him tense up.  He pushed himself hard against me, his chest lifting up off my back and spasmed a few times, then came down gently on my back and lay there, panting.  I let him stay there as long as he liked because I knew that I liked to do the same thing when recovering from my orgasms.

He finally got up and moved to the side, facing away from me.  Again, we aren't allowed to see each other's things!  I got up and watched him move in front of me and lay down.  His round butt looked perfect to me and now it was mine!  I got down behind him and he did as I did--opening his butt to my dick.  I had some difficulty finding just the right angle to keep my slightly larger penis in between his cheeks--it kept wanting to pop out for some reason.  Eventually I found the right position and went to it.  For me, my dick has always been ultra-sensitive and so I have to go really slow whenever thrusting into anything.  Unlike some who look like jack rabbits when fucking, I take my time--pulling almost all the way out and then going back in, slowly savoring each millimeter as much as possible.  He had his head turned to the left and I put my chin down on his right shoulder as I worked my way towards orgasm.  I knew I couldn't take forever--he'd get bored and my mom might get suspicious that we had been quiet for so long.  I kept at it for a few more minutes, my eyes staring off into the distance.  In fact, I don't remember seeing anything for the last minute or so.  Finally, I decided to finish.  I moved my arms and hands to his sides and squeezed into him as I pushed my dick as far into his cleft as I could.  My orgasm was more intense than any I had experienced to that point in my young life, I think in large part because it was one of the few times I had been able to do it with someone else.

After resting a bit, I got up and pulled up my pants.  He did the same.  We moved the couch back and then started playing a board game.  We never talked about what we had done together, then or ever.  We also never got another chance to try anything.  But for that brief time, our instincts were completely in sync.


Saturday, November 22, 2014

What is Normal

I had a similar discovery as a lotta stories here. 

When I was 12. My same-age cousin was sleeping over at my house, and in bed, one thing led to another and we began touching each other, under the covers but outside of our underpants. We realized both of us had boners going on, and we decided to pull down the covers and then also pull down our underpants to show each other our boners. His hairless erection popped straight out and mine popped straight up. 

This was the very first time I had ever seen another boy with an erection, and even when we were standing up, mine pointed almost straight up and his pointed no better than straight out. I thought he wasn't fully hard, but he was. Our shafts were both equally as stiff under the skin. 

I secretly thought his was "deformed", and he probably thought the same of mine. It wasn't until a few years later (by age 14 seeing several more boys' erections) that I realized both of us were within what would be called normal. 


Friday, November 21, 2014

"How did you get yours to be so big?"

The phrase "getting hard in my pants" reminds me of an experience of my own. A friend and I were letting each other have a look at our boners, the first time for me. This was in the spring of ninth grade, so I was late 14 or early 15. My hard peter stuck way up, almost vertical, but his pointed straight out. For some reason I thought his was normal and mine was not. I felt that having lots of erections in my pants had altered the dynamics of my peter, training it to stick abnormally "up" instead of "out."

 Since I had never played with other boys' boners before, the angle thing made me insecure, thinking my dick had been damaged by getting hard too often inside the restraint of my pants. Just when I was envying his horizontal erection, he asked me "How did you get yours to be so big?" 

That changed everything. Apparently he liked mine. Maybe I had a pretty nice dick after all. I was very relieved. We kept looking and feeling until I got bold and asked "Do you ever do this?" He said "Yeah, I just didn't know if you did it." So of course we both did it together. It was my first jerk with another guy. 

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Hurt Somehow?

I took PE in the sixth grade when most of us were still undeveloped. I saw lots of bare dicks in the locker-room, but none of them that left an impression on me. 

That was my only exposure to boyhood nakedness until a friend spent the night with me when we were about 13. We decided to do something wicked and sleep together nude. Of course we started feeling around. After a few minutes we were stiffly erect. 

We threw the covers back to look at our dicks. My boner was straight as an arrow, which is how I thought all dicks should be. His was curved. His head pointed sideways at a definite angle. 

I felt bad for him, thinking his dick had gotten hurt somehow to keep it from being straight. But the curve did not prevent him from jerking exactly like I did. 


Sunday, November 16, 2014

Weighing in with Coach

When I was in high school, a number of years ago, I was on the basketball team. It's a winter sport, just like wrestling, so we shared the locker room. Every day at the beginning of their practice, all the wrestling boys had to line up NAKED to be weigh in.

 I purposely selected a locker where I could daily watch that line-up! (I remember one poor freshman boy, he was the only one in the whole line still with an almost totally bald cock.) I thought it was odd that the coach who would weigh them also stood completely naked. Maybe to make them feel more comfortable standing around naked themselves?


Saturday, November 15, 2014

Billy Elliot the Musical (Live)

 I want to take a moment to introduce my readers to Billy Elliott the Musical. Which is a long running Musical at the Victoria Palace Theatre in London. Originally premiering in Spring of 2005. Many Billy’s have played the role of a young fellow who gave up his Boxing gloves for Ballet slippers. However currently a top notch young fellow Elliott Hanna is one of the finest Billy’s to grace the stage in his enthusiastic portrayal of the talented boy from a desperate striking Mining town, in Northeast Britain.

Maybe many of you have seen the film, and have not looked back..... however the stage adaptation is well worth your time to enjoy.

Don't worry guys, I am not turning commercial sell-out here at OOTS4U. I also recognize some of you would not take a trip to go see a musical in another country, but there is good news the Musical has been adapted to a Cinematic performance with showings in many US local Cinemas. I viewed it today, and I really want to share my experience with my readers with a full 2 thumbs up. The Cinematic production of the Billy Elliot Live Musical is well  produced, including a welcoming introduction by the director, then pushes into a charming backstage tour by 11 year old Elliott Hanna (Billy) and full on into a rich and tastefully filmed screen portrayal of the Live performance with limited cuts or editing apparent. There are a few wide angle shots allowing you to imagine being in the Victoria and partaking in the excitement of a real action Musical.

The children’s acting is natural and convincing, however their talents shine with splendid vocals and nicely choreographed dance changed with energy. Anyone whose visited theatre knows what to expect from the adult actors, but you will easily commend the performances by these kids in this production.
 There is one remaining November date on the 15th, so check out the links below and locate a Cinema near yourself and go enjoy this fine Musical.

Fathom Events (For Cinema tickets)
Fandango (Cinema Tickets)
Victoria Palace Theatre(Live Performance Venue)
Wikipedia (General info)
Elliott Hanna(Billy)
Youtube Videofeaturing  comments by Elliott Hanna


Thursday, November 13, 2014

The Freshman Wrestler

When I was a freshman in HS, toward the end of the football season one of the coaches wanted me to go out for wrestling. Several of us young dudes practiced with the older boys after the coach gave us the basics. Right away he wanted us to go visit a tournament and watch the wrestlers from the big schools.

I will tell you straight up, it was the most erotic experience I have ever had.

Not long into the afternoon, I was just watching the matches and without me thinking about it, something grabbed my attention. One of the wrestlers had just stood up and was walking away from his opponent. Suddenly I'm thinking "OMG, he's got a fully-grown boner inside his singlet!" Then I thought, nah, couldn't be, you're mistaken. But it was true. I probably stared at him. The kid was hard in front of everybody, walking across the gym with his swollen dick fully visible. The boy was absolutely, completely erect and I was seeing it.

A singlet is a one-piece garment worn by wrestlers. It is made of stretchy material (Lycra or similar) and shows everything. Belly button, ribs, pecs, and yes, dick/balls.

I spent the rest of the tournament dick-spotting. Many of the wrestlers got boners. Not all, but enough to make it very interesting for me. Some of them tried to secretly adjust their dicks but it was always totally obvious. Some did it with their hands on the outside of the singlet. Some slipped their fingers in alongside their legs to get to their dicks. And others tried to pretend nothing was wrong. They would walk around with their bulge clearly visible.

The wrestlers might as well have been bare-assed. The shape of their balls was visible. The angle or curve of their dick was on display. You could easily tell whether they were circumcised. If they were, the shape of their dickheads was quickly seen.

I was stiffer than I'd ever been and thinking "I can't stand this any longer." After several matches I went to the restroom. While jacking my hard dick, the horny feelings got stronger and stronger. As I got close to a climax my dick became so hard that it actually hurt. When the cum was triggered, it felt like tons of it were bubbling up somewhere down inside of me. When it shot out, it just kept coming. To this day I think that's the most intense masturbation I ever had.

I went back and "enjoyed" the rest of the tournament. Then I made two decisions. Number one, I would attend every wrestling tournament I could. And number two, I would immediately resign from wrestling so that nobody would ever see me with a boner in a skin-tight singlet.


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

A Lasting Memory

At a family reunion when I was a young jerker of about 13 I was stuck with a guy I didn't know as a roommate in somebody's farm house. Supposed to be a cousin several degrees removed, but a complete stranger. Only one bathroom for a horde of people. After talking about needing to piss, we took turns each peeing through the window screen and into the bushes because we had to go so bad. 

On the first night we did it out of necessity. On the second night we did it again and got boners which led to whacking off together. Never saw that guy again but thought of him a million times.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Maintaining the Garden

Growing up we lived in a sort of old house. I had a small room to myself. It used to be a porch but was enclosed to make an extra room. Right next to my bed was a window. When I was little I didn't want to get up and go to the bathroom at night, so I had an idea. If it was summer or spring, the window was already open. In winter I raised it a couple of inches. And then, you guessed it. I scooted over and got my dick in position. The outside part of the window sill slanted down. My pee ran across the slanted sill and beneath the wooden frame of the window screen and down the outside of the house into a flower bed. One day I saw stains on the outside siding under my window, so I washed them away with the garden hose. As I got a little bigger I quit peeing out the window because it seemed childish.

A few years went by and I needed a way to dispose of the evidence when I jacked off at night. I remembered my old trick and started shooting my wad through the partially-open window. I jacked until I was almost ready to cum and rolled over to take my final strokes with my hard dick aimed out the window. When I shot, I didn't have to worry how much there was or how to catch it. Some of it ran down the outside like the pee did years before. A lot of it dried on the slanted part of the window sill between the window and the screen. I would go out the next day and water the flowers, meaning that I washed away any dribbles that could be seen on the outside of the house.

When we moved away from that house I had been shooting my stuff for about three and a half years. There was a lot of dried cum in the space between the window and the screen. I wonder if the people that bought the house ever noticed and figured out what it was. 

Friday, November 7, 2014

Grabbing for Points Game

On a trip to a state park with a bunch of scouts, they didn't have enough men to have an adult in every cabin. What I remember about that trip, a slightly older boy named Dalton was assigned as the counselor in the cabin I was in. I never learned the names of the different stages in scouting, so to me he was nothing more than a bigger boy than the rest of us. He was supposed to make us younger boys behave.

Up into the evening he started a game which he said we would like. He led into it in a real serious way, telling us that this was something only boys could play, and absolutely not if there were any girls or adults around. His game was supposedly a big secret. It went like this. Everybody stripped to their underwear. Then you had to protect yourself. Everybody tried to touch a part of everybody else's body. It started out with one point for a finger or toe but then went up the scale. If you touched somebody's butt you got ten points. If you got through their defenses and squeezed their balls, it was fifteen points. And touching a guy's prick was worth twenty-five. All of this was done with our underwear on, which made it seem like Dalton's game wasn't really too raunchy.

As soon as it started it was a free-for-all. Everybody wrestled with everybody else, trying to make points. Guys would holler out how many points they had, but nobody could keep track or verify any of it. Dalton (not more than 15 and probably not that old) had a strategy. He got other guys to hold a kid down while he touched the guy and got his points. Then to repay the boys that helped him, he would allow himself to be touched.

Well, this went on for a while with everybody making hundreds of points off of everybody else and guys zeroing in on Dalton because he sort of let them touch him whenever they tried. I found it real easy to make points off of him because he didn't put up much defense. Grabbing his dick was a simple matter because it was hard like a few of the others. His boner made an obvious thick ridge in his underwear. I could dart my hand forward, squeeze his bulge, and get away without him blocking me. We were all in one big knot, kicking, yelling, shielding our crotches, meanwhile grabbing everything we could.

All of a sudden one of the kids yelled out, "Dalton spermed!"

The kid pointed to Dalton's underwear. Everybody looked at him. His ridge still made a vertical bulge in his skivvies. And at the top of that ridge there was now an unmistakable two-inch wet spot.

"I did not!" Dalton protested.

At the same time he grabbed a pair of warm-up shorts and quickly put them on.

Did Dalton ejaculate as a result of the game he so innocently started? I'm not sure. It might have been only a drop or two of pre-cum and not the real thing. Assuming that he didn't actually climax during the game, he was clearly in need of finishing the job as soon as possible.

I'll say this for him: he had a definite idea of how to break the ice for all of us and get himself charged up too.


The Early Stages and Something "Wicked"

I think that as young guys, we all occasionally got erections but never thought anything about them or wondered why that happened. It just did, and we naturally accepted it as normal. I remember when my son was 3 years old, I was drying him off after a bath and he happened to have an erection. He excitedly looked at me and said, "Daddy! Look!" and he began "twanging" his little erection (pushing it down and watching it pop back up). For him, it was just a curious novelty.

For myself, the first erection I remember was when I was 7 years old. Me and my friend were doing something "wicked". We were peeing outside! But then he started coming near me and I tried to stuff it quickly back in my pants so he wouldn't see it, and I was having a terrible time trying to get it back in because it was stiff. That's the first time I actually remember realizing I had an erection. (And I remember it not because it had gotten stiff, but because its hardness made it difficult for me to get it quickly back inside my pants).

So, I think for all of us, there comes a day or an event where we first notice and become curious as to why that little thing sometimes gets stiff like it does.


Monday, November 3, 2014

Taking Notice

I was reading some of the stories in the archives, and read about guys trying to remember how old they were when they realized they were getting boners.

My friend across the street from me had a little brother that was not exactly still a baby, but little enough to be barely walking. My friend sometimes brought little brother along when he came over to play. One time he said that his brother needed his diaper changed. So he grabbed up the little guy and the two of us ran across the street to their house. Their dad took the baby and we followed into a bedroom. He put a towel on the bed, laid the kid on the towel, and changed his diaper with us right there. My friend was probably used to that but it was new to me.

What got my attention, when the old diaper came off, the baby's peter was sticking straight up, obviously stiff. I thought it should be laying loose. But it was standing up.

That started me thinking about my own dick. I started noticing my boners. I was in about sixth grade. From then on I knew my dick was getting hard when it would feel strange. Sometimes I would ask to go the restroom so I could look at it while it was hard.