Saturday, September 29, 2018

Everywhere a Helmet Head

This is howI thought I was the freak because my dick looked like a helmet on the end.

At around age 9 or so I saw my cousin's penis, HELMET. My 10ish year old neighbor's penis, HELMET. My classmates in the restroom (I was home schooled before)HELMETS. Until one day someone didn't have a helmet and I was bold enough to ask why they looked different. The kid's name was Julio and he slid his skin back and BOOM! A shiny, slimy HELMET. It became clear to me that the helmet shape was pretty universal among all boys.

Anonymous

When the Urge Hits, You Bang It


I remember at least twice when I was a young teen being in a restaurant with my parents and I was so horny that I just had to go to the restroom and 'bang my drum' in one of the stalls until I found the relief that I needed so badly.

  I then remember coming back to the table and my mom questioning why I was in the restroom for so long. My answer I gave her was that I had 'belly cramps' (sort of a code word for loose poops or diarrhea). My mom would then be very empathetic, asking me if I was okay and feeling better. I assured her that I was (but not because of the reason she thought).

Anonymous

Friday, September 28, 2018

A Seat-mate with Skills

One time while riding the school bus home, another boy sat with me and he was kind of forward on some things. 
 
I was the shy type. He decided to reach over and rub me between the legs. I didn't want anyone to notice so I kept quiet. So he just keeps rubbing on my woodie right up to the time I started breathing heavy and closed my eyes real tight. 
 
Thanks to my seat mate, I had a heck of a mess in my pants.
 
Anonymous

Draining the NOOB

Two of us boys that were very good friends found out one of our buddies didn't know how to do it yet. We were in a bathroom at a movie rental store with the door locked, all three showing each other our boners. Also a little happy touching. Typical boy-bonding.

My best friend told the other guy to "do this," showing how to pump his stiffie. The inexperienced guy started pumping, and right away all three of us were crowded in a circle doing it. In a minute the newbie's eyes got real big and he said "Jesus!" like he was kind of stunned. He kept pumping but now he was hopping back and forth on first one foot and then the other saying

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

  And while he was doing that his cum surged out all over all three of us plus the tile floor. He was standing there with huge eyeballs and a dripping dick! Our buddie the Noob got his first climax It was funny as shit, we all laughed as if someone had farted. ..... but actually we lost a ton of time cleaning his cum off of our clothes.

Anonymous

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Tenting the Tighty Whities

I'll add to the conversations about briefs, the story remind me of this.

When I was little I like to read National Geographic. One day I was laying down in just my tighty-whities undies, reading the magazine. One of my brothers yells out "Gene's got a boner!" I never heard that word before but immediately knew what it meant. Without realizing it I had been squeezing around on my dick while reading, and it had got hard. It was sticking up and making a tent in my briefs.

When I see all the tighty-whitie pictures posted here I remember those words: "Gene's got a boner!" It was real embarrassing.

Anonymous

Celebrating the Never Boring Basic Undie

These 2 guys break it down to the days that some of us have forgotten. I admit I am reminded too,  but I'm laughing to myself how correct they are. Loads of my friends and I did the same stuff as grade-School age lil' Dudes. Of course mostly in the summer when it was hot it seemed natural to lounge around home in just undies.
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Anon Says -
 As little boys we played together in our briefs. Definitely indoors and sometimes outdoors. That was all the modesty little dudes needed. If we got our pants dirty our moms would pull the pants off and let us run off to play in our briefs. And even later when we were 8 or 10 it was not unusual to hang around together in somebody's bedroom wearing only our briefs.

Farm Boy Says -
  When i was growing up and also in school. White undies were the only type that everyone wore back then. You never saw any boys wearing a colored pair of undies back then. Moms made sure that they were always very clean and bright. I reckon the only way to  make sure a boy was in clean white undies was by soaking them in bleach water first , then to the washer were there was more bleach added to the soap. It's a wonder our butts weren't purple from all that bleach.

 I have always been very found of white undies. Thank you guys for sharing your Tightie Whitey stories. It sure brings back memories, and a smile to my face about those days.















Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Shared Story - Lil Dude Banging His Drum

A reader submitted this story which is best suited for the BS Blog. I thank him, and hope he joins our many readers who have discovered our affiliated blog Share Your BS.
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 I had the most crazy thing happen yesterday. In the bathroom at a restaurant. I go in and piss. This kid standing at a pisser not doing squat, he just stands there. Looks like a little dude to me He got shorts and this bright yellow shirt.

In a minute I finish and go wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, what do you think? That kid is banging his drum. No shit!

 I see him from his backside in the mirror. He is full speed ahead with it. Arm going 60 miles an hour. Maybe thinks I left (WTF?).

Read the remainder of this story on "Share your BS"

When Tighty Whities Ruled

 The way I remember PE Locker rooms 1965-1971, there was less than 5% of us baby boomer boys that wore boxers. Boxers to us were old mans underwear.

Naturally, Mom bought our clothes and we wore what she got us. Also the obvious reason they were white was because they needed to be CLEAN and the only way to clean stuff then and really to this day is with bleach. Colors just don't stand up to bleach very long before they look like crap. 

Anonymous


Tuesday, September 25, 2018

My Story of Tim - I felt So Proud (Part III)

Our feature of Tim by Dave is now presenting the finale. Let him know what you think about the story. If you missed any previous parts see Part II
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  For a while he just kept washing my penis, his soft, soapy fingers lovingly4  moving up and down my small, boyish shaft. He was grasping it a bit more firmly now, moving his slippery fingers up and down, up and down, a little faster than before, but still with a slow, regular rhythm that had an amazingly hypnotic effect on me.

 It didn't take much of this before I began to feel another new sensation. Something powerful that I had never experienced before.

 It began deep inside my thighs, then I started to breathe weird and felt my heart beating faster and faster.

 Tim must have felt the changes as my body began to quiver and stiffen, but he didn't stop (thank goodness!). In fact, he started to wash my penis a little faster than before, and as he kept moving his tender fingers up and down the length of my soapy shaft, the feeling inside me grew stronger.

 All of a sudden, my aching penis started to pulse in his hand. Each pulse got stronger and stronger.

 I didn't know what was happening but it felt better and better as he washed me. I leaned back against him, closing my eyes tightly as I pressed my head to his chest. That's when I felt something nudge against my lower back; something hard and soft at the same time. I knew what it was.

 Tim's hot erection was pressed firmly against my bare skin, gently moving up and down along my soapy back as he continued to stroke my young member.

 A rush of feelings, an explosion of sensations, all new, all wonderful! I didn't know what was happening, but I was experiencing things I'd never felt before and didn't want them to stop.

 My whole body began to shake in his arms as he held me against him and that's when "it" happened!

 "Ooooo..." I let out a moan I couldn't contain then gasped in a deep gulp of air. All of a sudden I strained forward, my heart racing. I pushed my dick tightly into Tim's well lathered fingers as he continued to stroke my dick and caress my body.

 I exploded!

 I'd never felt anything like this before in my life! My penis throbbed, my brain throbbed, my whole body throbbed! With his soft, soapy fingers he kept washing my dick; it kept pulsing and pumping what must have been like 10 times. It felt so intense, I thought I was gonna pass out and if Tim hadn't been holding me against him, I might have collapsed.

 Tim held me snug in his arms, lovingly pulled back against his smooth, muscular body, even as he continued to pump my dick until I was totally spent and couldn't take it anymore.

 When at last I started to come down, Tim gradually stopped pumping.

 "Look, David," he said. "You made sperm!"

 I opened my eyes and looked down. His hand, and my dick, seemed to be covered in something other than soap. A long string of something white and thick was dripping from the end of my stiff little four-incher. As Istared down, more oozed out, hanging there. It was the first time I'd seen anything but pee come out of my dick and I was glad Tim was there to explain what it was and assure me it was okay.

 "You've never cum before, have you?" he asked, seeing the expression on my face. "So, you've never seen sperm before?" he said and I shook my head.

 "Well, that's what this is. It's your sperm, David. It's what you make babies with," he said, taking some of my fresh, warm boy cum in the palm of his hand and rubbing it between his fingers to show me.

 "It means you're a man now," he explained. "I'm so proud of you!"

 He wasn't the only one. I felt so proud at that moment, even if I didn't fully understand it, I knew I'd passed another milestone on the road to being an adult, and I was so thrilled that Tim had taken me across it. I was very happy.

 Tim then turned me around to face him, picked me up and gave me a big hug. I lifted my bare legs and wrapped them around his nude body. We laughed a little, the two of us naked and intertwined there in his shower, and again I felt him; that is, I felt Tim's penis, underneath me, pressing up.

 It was big and hard and I knew he was all stiff like I was. As he held me I could feel him rubbing it up and down against me, brushing it between my legs and against my body. I slid lower and felt Tim's naked teen cock poking right up against my bare bottom, moving rhythmically against my soft flesh.

 That only lasted a few moments before he started acting just like I had a moment earlier. I felt him strain and push his dick against me with his hips as he grunted. I felt his penis throb below me and as he closed his eyes I knew he was feeling the same thing that I had just experienced.

 I wrapped myself around him more tightly and just held him close. I wanted him to feel good too, just like he'd done for me.

 A moment later I felt something warm and wet where he'd been rubbing his dick against me and I knew he'd "spermed" too. After a moment, he stopped his moving.


 Tim took a very deep breath, then smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead that made me feel all warm inside, then slowly he set me down.

 We rinsed off and Tim said my favorite two words in all the world: "Ice cream?"

 We got out of the shower and wrapped up in towels, then headed for the kitchen.

 That night we both slept naked together in Tim's bed. Even though we didn't have any more sex that night, it was still a wonderful feeling just being close and intimate with him that way.


End

Dave R.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

My Story of Tim - I Hoped to Look Just Like him


Continued storyDave forms more trust in Tim at a very delicate time, perhaps choosing to
follow his desires? Read-on
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 As Tim began undoing the knot I'd made in the string of the suit I just stood there. He was talking to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. There may have been a trace of nervousness in his voice, like he knew we were crossing into some new and dangerous territory, but I wasn't aware of it. At the time, it just seemed he was going ahead in a mature and casually way, like this was totally normal thing for us to be doing.

My mind was racing with nervous, childish fears of my own impending exposure.

Before I knew it, he had undone the knot in the swim trunks, then without ceremony, he slowly, gently, pulled them down.

He leaned over my shoulder, looking down, as he slid my bathing suit off and my circumcised little adolescent boy dick, still soft, sprung out from my suit.

"Wow, David," he smiled, looking down at my body. "You've sure changed this past year. You've really grown up a lot."

He was right. Especially about my dick. A year before this my penis had been the usual size of a prepubescent little boy, which I'm guessing was around an inch or two at best and almost never hard. Now it was over 4" when hard and, believe me, it got hard a lot! Like Tim, I was cut, but in
contrast to my little organ, Tim's was much bigger.

For some reason, when he said what he did, about how much I'd changed, my nervousness faded a bit, replaced by a feeling of pride that he was noticing me, noticing my body, and noticing how much I'd matured in the past year. I'd gone from being a physically immature little boy to something more, and he was the first person to comment on that.

He kept talking about my body, how much it had changed, and as he did he began washing my arms using soap and his bare hands.

He gave my bicep a squeeze and commented, "You've got so much more muscle than you did last year. You're changing so much, in many nice ways," he said, lifting my arms up to wash under them.

"Here," he said, "See this?" and he lifted his own arms up to show me his body and, in particular, the hair he had under his muscular arms. "You're gonna start getting hair like this real soon, ya' know."

Looking at him, his physique; arms, legs, chest, everything... all I could think about was that someday I hoped I would look just like him.

 He went back to washing me and began to rub his hands down my back again, washing it slowly, just like before, only this time he didn't stop when he got to my waist. Before, I'd had a swim suit on. Now, he let his hands go lower and began washing my butt. I loved the feeling of his bare hands on my soft, naked bottom, but I didn't say anything. He lovingly soaped up and rubbed each cheek, then washed the cleft between them, before letting his hands go lower still.

 He began washing my legs, moving his bare hands down the back of them, which just felt so good, but when he started working his hands back up again, he moved them more to the front. He began moving his hands up and down my legs, washing in long strokes, but each time he'd go a little bit higher, a little bit farther.

 That's when I started to get that funny feeling again, but now stronger than ever before, and I quickly realized, to my horror and embarrassment, I was getting a boner!

 Tim kneeled behind me in the shower and kept washing my legs, moving his hands higher each time until he was way up on my thighs, just inches below my growing erection.

 His hands softly slipped higher until I felt his fingers brushing tenderly along my inner thighs, brushing between my soft ball sack and the smooth, velvet skin of my upper legs, touching both as he probed deeply back between my legs. It was electric, his fingers touching my ball bag and my upper thighs! I felt so good but so nervous. It was a different sensation than I'd ever felt before, both wonderful and scary. The only part of the feeling I understood was that I definitely did NOT want him to stop!

 My mind was in such a state of overload that I didn't hear what Tim said next, but a moment later, he reached around from behind me and, with soap and bare hands, began to wash my erect penis.

 I swear, at that moment my dick was harder than it had ever been before in my life! I was medium size for a boy my age but totally rigid, a man size swelling of horny desire extending my adolescent member to the limit.

 As Tim washed me he began slowly stroking his soapy hand up and down my dick.

 "Wow, you really are growing up!" he commented. "Last year you didn't have any hair down here at all, now look at you. You should be proud."

 I just smiled and said, "Yeah," my mind and body totally entranced by what he was doing.

End Part II of III (to be continued)

Dave R.

Saturday, September 22, 2018

My Story of Tim - More than Hero Worship


Dave brings us this story from his youth. I believe it is best to let the story serve as testament to his affection for someone he cherished. It is a multi-part presentation, which allows our readers to absorb the impact of this touching story.
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This is a true story. It happened when I was 13-years-old and I have no regrets about anything we did. In fact, I still think of it fondly and often.

Mom had signed me up to take gymnastics classes at the local community center. Mostly we just did simple things like tumbling and parallel bars, general exercises and stuff like that, but I enjoyed it a lot and almost always had a good time.

It was during my second year of doing this that I became very good friends with the class assistant, a  boy named Tim. Aside from gymnastics Tim and I shared an interest in cars. Tim had this great Porsche that he drove and sometimes he'd let me ride in it, but most of the time he just helped out the Coach by watching after us, supervising our exercises, spotting us, keeping progress notes or whatever the Coach might need him to do.

I liked Tim. He was good looking, strong and in great physical shape. I looked up to him a lot and was very attracted to him, though not in a sexual way. It was more that kind of innocent "hero worship" young boys sometimes have for older boys they admire and want to emulate.

It was the end of my second year of gymnastics, and Tim was going to be graduating from High School. We were all invited to a party at the community room of Tim's apartment complex. It was a fun gathering of raucous boys on sugar-overload and we all had a great time. During the party my mom called and left a message for me on the answering machine at Tim's place. She was at a meeting in the next city and wondered if I could stay until around 9:00 PM as that was the soonest she could get back. It was around 3:00 PM when we got the message.

Tim suggested I just stay the night. I thought that would be great as we could stay up, watch movies, eat cake and drink cokes all night long. We paged my mom (pre-cell phone days) and she called us back. She was a little hesitant at first, but finally agreed when I told her I really wanted to.

By 6:00 PM everyone had pretty much left the party. Tim and I spent about an hour cleaning up, then went back to his apartment. Tim's parents actually owned the apartment complex, so instead of just having a bedroom like most kids his age, Tim actually had his own place, which was very cool. We hung around his apartment for a while watching TV, then Tim suggested we go for a swim at the clubhouse pool. Of course, I hadn't brought a suit with me, but he gave me one of his old ones, the
smallest he had. I went into the bathroom and changed while Tim changed in his room. The suit was way big on me, but I tied the strings really tight and it stayed up okay. Once we were ready we grabbed a couple towels and ran down to the pool together.

It was great! I had so much fun. We chased each other and swam laps and dove. It was a kid's dream. We must've played for about two hours before finally calling it quits, then we dried off and went back to his place.

"I'm gonna grab a shower," Tim said as soon as we were inside and he went into the bathroom, leaving me to wait my turn.

Tim was in the shower for a long time and I started getting cold in the living room, having nothing on but a swim suit. Finally, I knocked on the bathroom door and asked if he was almost done, 'cause I was getting really cold. He didn't answer. I opened the door a bit and looked in.

"Tim?" I called. The room was rather steamy.

"Come on in," he answered, so I did.

It was a typical small apartment bathroom. As I came inside I looked over at the shower and was surprised by how well I could see Tim's naked body through the sliding glass door. Despite the rippled glass I felt like I could see everything clearly, including his dick, which was visibly standing out.

I had never seen Tim totally naked before. I'd seen him stripped down as far as his underwear, when we would change at the gym, but I'd never seen my idol fully exposed and totally nude in front of me like this. I mean, I could see everything he had, especially his penis, which was long and thin and kind of stuck out from his body. I'm pretty sure he was already semi-hard when I walked in. Seeing him through the glass caused me to suddenly get a very strange, tingling feeling in my groin area that
I'd never felt before. Back then I didn't understand what that odd, tingling feeling was all about, but now I know. I was feeling sexual excitement for one of the first times in my life.

Despite that feeling, and even though I was seeing my hero naked, all I could think about right then was how cold I was and how good it felt to finally be inside the warm, steamy bathroom. It felt so nice, I quickly overcame any hesitancy I had about walking in on him.

I moved to the toilet, put the lid down and had a seat to wait for him.

"I was gettin' really cold," I told him. "You almost done?"

"You know, if you don't wanna wait, there's plenty of room in here," he said. "Wanna just come in and join me?"

I had to think about that for a moment. I don't think I'd ever been in a shower alone with someone before but I remember thinking that this was probably okay. After all, this was Tim, and he was a good friend and responsible guy, and besides, I still had my suit on, so it's not like my privates would be showing, just his. I figured if he was okay with that, why shouldn't I?

I walked over to the bathtub and slid open the door.

Tim was facing the shower head with his back to me, but when I opened the shower door behind him he turned to face me, smiling.

"Come on in," he said, making room for me. And I did.

I'd been so cold, now suddenly it felt soooooo nice and warm in there; the water felt really good. It was a moment before I noticed his body.

Tim had exactly the kind of body I wanted to have some day.

At 19-years-old Tim was in great shape; 5'10" with a swimmer's build, he had blond, straight hair he kept cut real short and the most wonderful green eyes. His chest was nearly hairless; smooth and well defined from all the exercising he did, with large, pink nipples.

I'd seen his chest many times but there were some parts of him before me that I had never seen before and, like most boys in this situation, I couldn't stop my eyes from dropping down and looking lower.

His penis seemed huge to me. I think Tim was partially erect even when I first stepped into the shower with him. Even though his circumcised organ still hung downward, it definitely stood out in a semi-erect way.

Looking lower, his legs were very muscular and smooth, with very little hair. In fact, aside from what was over his penis and the dark patches under his arms, he was still mostly hairless.

"Come on, David," he said, shaking me from my trance. He put a hand on my shoulders and guided me to the front of the shower, then picked up a green bottle of Prell shampoo, poured it into his hands and began rubbing it through my hair with his fingers.

At the time, of course, Tim was much bigger than me. I was only about 5'-2" then and around 110 pounds. That put the top of my head just below his shoulder height and my light brown hair, cut short and parted on the side, was placed right at a convenient level for him to work.

It felt good to have him running his fingers through my hair and I loved being the center of his attention. I was finally warm and relaxed after being so cold and uncomfortable in the living room. When he finished my hair, he motioned me under the shower head and I rinsed off, thinking how nice and warm it felt to be in there with him.

Unbidden, Tim began washing my back. Of course at 13-years-old I was used to washing myself, but at the time it seemed perfectly natural to me that he would do this. After all, he always took care of me and watched out for me in gym class, sorta like a big brother would. I guess that's how it felt, like two brothers sharing a shower.

I enjoyed him being so close to me and loved that he was touching me so intimately. I was fine with all this contact, right up until the moment Tim reached around and started to untie my bathing suit.

"Let's get this off," he said, and I froze!

Now, Tim had seen me change at the gym many times before. Sometimes I would even take off my underwear while putting on other clothes, so it wasn't like he'd never seen me fully naked before. I kept telling myself that this should be no different, but somehow, for some reason, being alone with him in the shower, with him touching me and washing me... somehow, it didn't feel the same.

I didn't know what to do or how to react to this action. Entranced by this warm shower, I was luxuriated with soothing hands which calmed any resistance. Strangely, I felt that tingle running through me again, NOW stronger than before, and still not sure what it was I was feeling.
 
End Part 1 (to be continued)
 
Dave R. 

Friday, September 21, 2018

A Medical Condition and The Male Nurse

 A reader sends this story and asks for you guys to think about his unique dream based on an early experience.
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  I know you guys are not psychologists, but I want to tell you about a dream that I used to have a few times during my first couple years of jerking. before all of that, when I was 10 or 11 I had an accident on my bike and stayed in the hospital a couple of days. One of the people that took care of me was a male nurse, a very young-looking guy that I sort of idolized.

 I got over my bike wreck and sometime in seventh grade discovered how to pump one out. From time to time I would have a dream that the young nurse was examining my junk. I don't think he was actually masturbating me in my dream, just gently handling my balls and dick - and making me awful hard. In my dream I was about to ejaculate while he felt of me. But I always woke up before that happened. I would discover myself excruciatingly erect and would hurry to the bathroom to pump my stiffie. Within five or six strokes I would have a huge climax and blow a major load.

 Those dreams gradually stopped, probably because I began relieving myself every day instead of waiting two or three days. Today if I see a young male medical tech or nurse, I get all nervous and flustered.

Anybody want to tell me that I'm psychotic or something?

Anonymous

Thursday, September 20, 2018

I didn't know that was gonna happen!!

0n this story, I smiled first then laughed when I read, "Without warning he came in my mouth."

So here is why -

 When I was that age of just beginning to wank, I introduced a slightly younger friend to this very special activity and pleasure. We were standing facing each other with our pants and underpants pulled down to our ankles, and I was stroking him to show him how to do it.

Without any warning, he started squirting cum all over my legs and into my pulled-down underpants. I asked him why he didn't tell me he as about to cum. He said to me, "I didn't know that was gonna happen!!"

Anonymous

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Freaky Ride

One time, I saw some dude banging his dong on the sub way. How risky is that? He had a huge tee shirt. Which he used to hide the action while he pumped away at his bone.

 I was like fourteen. I never seen him before, he was just some random bigger boy. But I could not take my eyes off of how the shirt was all steady bumping. I could see his fist jerking away at his dong. I had to watch it even though it was so mental. I couldn't help it made me bone-up, without me even realizing it mine sprang up and tented my pants. I hadda hide my bump when he got up to leave. I walk past and the Dude's shirt has got a big wet place which it was prob'ly the cum.

Anonymous

Monday, September 17, 2018

Riding in the Back of the Bus


When I was twelve years old I started at a new school for sixth grade. I thought it was great going to a new school with bigger kids. It was the first time I rode a school bus. It was almost a two hour ride after I got picked up. I didn't know too many of the faces I saw, but there were some bigger boys who called-out  for me to sit in the back seat. These big boys remembered me from from my other school before they moved up into middle school. They knew I liked to suck and swallow. One by one they would sit with me. Usually after school they would want me to play with them, but in the morning when it was still dark out, some boys wanted me to suck them off.

Never was I ever bored riding the bus.

Farm Boy

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Tasting his Sweet Juice

 

 I remember when I was twelve. I had a friend that was 11. One time he asked me to such his dick if he sucked mine after, so I said yes. Without warning he came in my mouth, at first I was gonna spit it out, but the realised the sweet taste of his "juice".

I was hooked. He never did suck me though, I didn't mind.

Chris W.

Friday, September 14, 2018

Learning from an Older Boy

This is how when I was 12,  a helpful older boy let me feel his hard dick.

 It begins on the School bus. People sat in the bus in alphabetical order, which was why this kid was my seat-mate. Although it was still dark outside in the mornings. I could see a lot of times that he was fooling around with the front of his pants. After he got his junk positioned how he wanted it, a place in his pants would be sticking up. Then he put his hand on that place and squeezed it a lot. I would always watch him but pretended I was looking somewhere else. One day he was squeezing like that but started going faster and faster and making the whole front of his pants shake. I could feel movement in the seat. I guess he was jacking off and letting the cum shoot inside his underwear.

Sometimes he just squeezed himself for a while and other times he did the fast shake thing. I was at the age of having a lot of boners but didn't know what you did to a hard dick. I would get a stiffy watching him play with his peter. Maybe he been watching me for a few days or maybe he just noticed I was also rubbing my pants. Finally he leaned over and whispered to me if everything was alright in there. I said yes. It embarrassed me and I quit squeezing. He asked if I wanted to feel his and see how hard it was. I just gave him a little touch that morning.

 Well a few days went by and like usual both of us would be rubbing our dicks. He asked if he could give me a squeeze. When he touched my stiffie it was like sparks went off in my body! Before long we felt of each other's dick every morning on the bus ride. He did not jack off every morning, but some days I could tell that he was doing that weird thing to his pants. He would rub and squeeze and shake real fast and sometimes stretch his legs out real stiff. He would stop for a minute and let me feel the lump in his pants and he would feel me too. Then he would bang around real fast for a few minutes.

One day he opened his zipper and pulled his dick out and whispered for me to feel the real thing. That day he put a handkerchief over his lap and did the jerky thing. After that he brought a handkerchief almost every day. He would put it over his dick and everything would shake for a while. He would stop and let me see or feel, and he would feel me too. Then he worked on his erection some more. After he was through he would fold up the handkerchief and put his dick back in his pants. I didn't know what he was doing but I felt real happy that he let me feel and that he would give me a feel too.

He was about two years older than me and I liked him a lot. I wondered about him after I discovered how to jack off. He must have gone on to high school by then.

Anonymous

Thursday, September 13, 2018

A Wonderful Tingle

I wonder how many boys had the level of self awareness this author did at a young age.
Read on....
Eric~

My first sexual experience was at private boarding school at age 11.

I always knew that I was gay from age 5or6 year's old.There was another boy that I was really attracted to in my dormitory, and on my first night there I crept over to his bed, slowly pulled back the blankets, then after pulling down his pyjama bottoms and sucking on his semi erect penis, then I climbed on top of him.

As soon as my erect cock touched his I got the most wonderful tingle that I never wanted to end.This became a regular event for me until I learned how to have the ultimate sexual experiences with another boy.

Phil Green

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

The Nice Squeeze at Spring Break

I have enjoyed reading about other boys’ first experiences with regards to masturbating and ejaculating and have found that in some ways my first experience was similar to many others, but in other ways I think it was quite different. I will try to share my own story.


It was right before spring break in sixth grade when, during this one afternoon in school, I seem to be getting spontaneous erections, one after another, that were lasting a real long time, like maybe 10 to 15 minutes each before going soft. It was so noticeable to me, and I had to keep putting my hand under my desk to try to adjust myself, that I started to worry if there was something wrong with me or something wrong with my dick. When I got on the school bus to go home I quickly got another spontaneous erection that lasted during the whole ride and continued as I walked into my house. I was so concerned about it that I quickly went up to my room and dropped my pants to examine myself to see if I could tell if anything was different or wrong. Other than still having a rock-hard erection, everything seemed to look okay.

I then thought, maybe if I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed it real tight the squeezing might force it to go soft. In a way, I discovered that I was actually correct, but just with the head of my penis (I am circumcised, and I later learned that part of the penis is called the glans). The squeezing would make my glans go soft, but that just lasted for a few seconds before it swelled right back up to its full erect size again. But I also noticed, by squeezing and releasing my penis like this it sort of felt nice and when I would release it my whole penis with throb on its own a couple of times. I then started squeezing it rapidly a few times and then letting go, and again it would feel pretty nice and my penis would throb a couple of times on its own again. Now that I was realizing the association between squeezing it and getting a nice feeling, I started squeezing-and-releasing it faster and harder for many seconds at a time and then letting go. The more I did this it began feeling so nice that I felt myself driven to keep doing it, longer and longer and faster and faster. I didn’t want to stop because it felt so nice.

 Obviously you know what then happened. After some vigorous squeezing, when I let go I got this really strange sensation in my glans and then my whole penis really started to throb and this time it kept throbbing. And this strange sensation came over my whole body, and then 2 or 3 little squirts of what I thought was piss spurted out of my penis. Like many boys, I was now breathing really hard and wondering, what the heck just happened??? Next was examining what had squirted out of me, I realized it definitely wasn’t piss. It was much thicker than piss, maybe a little cloudy in color and not at all clear-yellow in color. I then started squeezing it again, but now it no longer felt nice at all. In fact, it almost started to hurt and I quickly went totally soft. Now I got even more worried about what I might have just done to my body!

 Luckily, by the next day everything seemed to be back to normal. But the curiosity of what happened made me try it again, and the same thing happened again. (I remember this happened shortly before spring break because the days when I was home on break I think I did it 2 or 3 times every day. I was already hooked on this amazing new feeling all over my body that I could make happen just by squeezing my erect penis. I don’t think I’ve ever read of a boy’s masturbation technique like mine at that time, not by rubbing but just by rapid squeezing the shaft and glans. For many months that’s the only way I knew how to make that nice feeling and squirt happen.

Anonymous

Monday, September 10, 2018

Play Wrestling

I remember play wrestling with my friends wearing just our undies. At age 12 one of my friends decided that it would be fun pulling down each others undies. After about 10 minutes of this and with both of us extremely hard my friend managed to pull down just the front of my pants and suddenly started sucking my hard circumcised boy tool. After a few minutes my friend asked he to suck his circumcised bone which I was more than happy to do.

Unknown

Sunday, September 9, 2018

I Impressed an Older Boy



 When I was in the sixth grade was the first time that I started to go to a school that had one teacher for each class. The school I went to before was a one room school house where there was only one teacher for all the grades. This was going to be a new experience for me going to a larger school.

 On the first day of school. I had no idea we’re to go and what to do. The worst thing was I had no idea where the bathroom was and I really had to take a pee.
I was looking around and crossing my legs and holding onto my thing so the pee would not leak out which I usually did anyways.


 An older boy came up to me and asked if I had a problem.
I looked at him and said what do you think? I am sorry I did not mean to be so rude like that. I have to take a pee and holding onto my thing and I do not know where the bathroom is.
 “Come on I will show you were the bathroom is.”


 We went down into the basement were the bathroom is. When I walked into the bathroom I ran up to the urinal. I looked over at him and said,

 “These are huge.”

 I finished peeing and turn around while I was putting my thing back into my jeans. He smiled at me. I asked if there was something wrong.

 “There is nothing wrong at all.”  He kept on smiling. Then he asked me how old I was.

 “I am eleven and in the sixth grade.”  “How old are you?”

 “ I am twelve and in the seventh grade.” “Are you sure you are eleven?”

  “Yes I am eleven..... Why?”

 “Because you have a much bigger dork than the rest of the eleven year-olds I have seen before.”


  “Well that is what the older boys always told me at my last school I went to.”  “I went to a  one room school house and most of the boys there were farmers like I am.” It seemed to me  they also had big things too. “Maybe it is because I am a farmer is why it is so big.
  
 “Yea maybe that is it.


I finished zipping up my jeans.


In an elder tone, he tells me,
 “Listen you had better try to dry that wet spot off before you go back to your class room,
you will get teased for sure.”

“Oh well! I don't mind if I get teased.” “I got teased at my other school also for having a wet spot in my jeans, happens to me all the time.”

We introduce ourselves to each other. He asked me to be his friend. I said it would be an honor to be his friend.


“You are very polite. “

“I was brought up that way by my grandparents to respect everyone and to be nice.


We left for our class rooms.

 Even though some kids might tease others, there was no such thing as bullying back when I was in school. Maybe that was because the school was kind of small. One thing that was nice about the basement bathroom... you could fool around in there and not get caught. because you could hear anyone coming down the wooden steps.  

Farm Boy