Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2004 09:21:12 -0700 From: Chris D <cooldeegs@hotmail.com> Subject: Come to Find Out I got thinking, and it made me think of this many years ago. I had thought that nothing like this happened but then it all started to come back. Hope you like it. I was just entering puberty. My dick and balls were just starting to grow, and I had a very thin set of wispy pubes. I hadn't a clue what all that was supposed to be used for. I just knew that balls were the targets for other boys to get racked. Racking was occasionally an accidental event, maybe a foot flying wildly while making a tackle, or a hand flinging and making contact with a jeans zipper. Other times it was a sport, it would take over the daily recess at school. It seemed like it was always the same boys who started the game but then about half the class of boys would enter in, the other half were just as vulnerable, even if they had not intent of entering in to the dispersement of pain. One school day, I was staying at home, I was sick. I was home all alone and enjoying the fact that I could run around the house in my underwear or even naked, if I was brave enough. I stayed dressed long enough to answer the door for the water softener guy to come. Once he got started installing the system outside, I figured I was done with my obligation. Bored with TV, I found a playtoy, a big thick balloon. This thing when it was blown up would have been about 3 feet in diameter. My other playtoy at the time was my dick. I thought it would be an interesting idea to join the two. After a couple of combinations, I had a lot of air in the balloon, and a lot of blood in my dick. I managed to get the partially filled balloon over the head of my boner. It was just fun looking at myself in the mirror with this big black balloon hanging between my legs. Walking with it was a new experience as it bounced from thigh to thigh. And laying on my back meant I had a mini punching bag. What I didn't know was that the water softener guy had to come back in. I heard the doorbell ring. I started to panic. I tried to remove the balloon, I managed to get some air out of it. The doorbell rang again, he knew I was in the house. I squeezed enough air out of the balloon to allow me to get some shorts pulled over them. I ran to the door, the man needed to come in and do some testing of the water. I really think it was supposed to impress the home owner. It just made me nervous. He had me stand there and watch as he did all kinds of tests that turned the water blue or purple or red. He did several tests, and several of them again and again. I was aware of what he was doing, other than the tests, but it was several years later that I realized he had a motive. He had me standing close enough that his body parts would come into contact with my body parts. He had to have seen a significant bulge in my shorts. I'm sure that was tempting him. He let the back of his hand come in contact with my groin. A little more feeling. A little squeezing. I'm sure he was impressed with the size of my equipment. All along he was pressing and squeezing the balloon. It was a short time after that when I was invited over after school to a friend's house. This boy was one who loved to start the racking game and he loved to taunt people. Or at least taunt me. For months, he had been accusing me of beating off. I wouldn't protest or deny it, mostly because I had no idea what he was talking about. I still hadn't figured out that my dick was good for anything other than pissing, or an occasional pissing contest for distance or accuracy would put my dick to the test. I finally had it with the taunting and wrestled the Will to the ground. I wasn't about to let him up until he told me what he was talking about. He told me he couldn't tell me, he had to show me. That afternoon, I followed Will home from school. We went into his hot bedroom, he shared it with his older step-brother. The aroma was intense. It was that musky smell of boys. I would forever recall that room whenever I smelled old cum. Will began by asking me about my dick, about how it would get hard, and about if I knew why it got hard. I was getting frustrated by all the talk, I was hard and it was getting uncomfortable being trapped by my jeans. Will asked if I could get hard right then. I told him I was right then. With that, he reached over and began undoing my pants. I started breathing faster, I started to shake, I was so ready to grab my pants and run out of there but I stayed there and let him do it. Before I knew it, my jeans were around my ankles, my underwear was pulled down and my boner was pointing straight out, twitching with my fast beating heart. Will began an explanation of how things worked, I paid very little attention to his talk and concentrated on his hands. Will lifted my balls, rolling each of them in his fingers. Pressed the area behind my balls. Squeezed and tweaked my dick. He examined my dick and balls like the best doctor I have ever seen. I just stood there, holding my shirt up and trying to keep my legs from buckling. I then heard Will say "and then you beat off." I looked up at him and realized that I hadn't heard the explanation at all. I had the onset of disappointment until I saw Will start undoing his pants. Will yanked his pants down quickly, pulling pants and underwear down at the same time. He pulled his feet through, messing up his pants, twisting them into knots. His shirt was off about as quickly. I stared at his boner. I had seen other boners, but never with the boner as the main exhibit. Will took my hand and had me feel that his boner was just as hard as my boner. His pubes were curly and a lot thicker than mine. Mine were still a little wispy but were starting to fill in. We had to feel the difference in pubes. At one time, my nose itched, and I went to scratch it. It was after my hand had spent some time on Will's dick. The aroma of the room hit me even harder. His dick did feel a little greasy, I was sure it had a coating of what ever that smell was. Just as Will was getting into the details of the beating off process, he had me stroking, Will's step-brother walked into the room. I scrambled to get my pants up. Will and his brother yelled at each other. That went into a fight. Will's naked body was flailing all over his brother. I stood back and watched. His brother grabbed handfuls of Will's dick and balls. He bent Will in half and had his face wiping his dick. When his brother sat on his chest and started thumping Will's dick, I took that opportunity to leave. Will was punching the hell out of his brother's back and Will's dick was getting thumped harder with each punch. Until his brother graduated from high school and moved out of town, I would always catch shit from his brother as being Will's jack off buddy. I wasn't sure why I was pointed out, Will and his brother would be doing each other for years to come. And Will took several more boys into his room for lessons. Some lasted for years. Will also took it upon himself to teach each year's crop of boys at that school. I know he was a senior in high school when he took a wispy pubed boy into that room. That night and all the next day, I had this buzzing in my dick. I was usually hard most of the day but those boners demanded all of my attention. I couldn't pay attention in class and I passed on playing at recess. I knew how good it felt to beat off. I decided I was going to do it again, myself this time. And if Will was right, I would 'exjack you late'. I was very willing to find out what that was. The next day was Saturday, and I had to mow the yard. I was covered in dust and grass and headed for the shower. Before I had my underwear off, my dick was calling to me, twitching and hot. I stood in the shower, before turning the water on, and started the stroking that I had learned. It was feeling great when I realized I was going to have to quit for a second to piss. But by the time I had relaxed all the plumbing enough to piss, there was barely enough to worry about. I started stroking again. That needing to piss feeling was starting up again. I figured I was in the shower and if I needed to piss, I would just let it fly, it wouldn't be the first time I pissed all over myself in the shower. As that feeling built, I was more determined to keep stroking. And as I stroked, I knew that feeling wasn't the piss building up. I pushed past the desire to piss and then I couldn't hold it any longer. I shot several ropes of cum. I jumped to get out of its way, I didn't want that to land on my leg. My heart was pounding, my breathing was fast, I had to hold myself up against the wall, and my dick was so sensitive that I couldn't touch it. All the jokes about white stuff, and pulling your dick, and beating off and so much more just started making sense. As I stood there and looked at the cum on the shower floor, and my still twitching dick, I realized what the boys had been talking about. I also realized that my dad had been making jokes about me doing this for about a year. I realized how great it felt, and then that I could do it again. Not right then, but the next shower, and the shower after that. I became a very clean boy after that. I took more showers in the months to come than I had in all the previous years. Will would hear about my discovery. I told him that I knew what he had been talking about. For the rest of the school year, we would find some time to talk about my newly found hobby. He also would have new positions to do it, or new purposes, more than I could keep up with. I avoided going to his house to have another session. Until the last week of school, we got out early everyday and we would rush to his house. We would sit as close as we could, trying to get our balls to touch as we stroked. It was then that I discovered the reason for the overpowering cum smell in the room, it was the socks they used to cum in. I got to use Will's brother, at least when we shot far enough apart that we weren't shooting on the same sock. The first few weeks of summer were nice, they gave me plenty of opportunity to practice my beating off. I got good at shooting into a sock or tissue, so I could stand up in the morning, just after I woke up and take care of my morning hard-on. That was always the fastest session, it never took me long before I was shooting. I figured it was building up through the night and was ready to shoot in the morning. If I was anywhere near the house during the day, I would stop in the bathroom and stand for another session. Then there was the shower right before bed, that wouldn't take very long at all either, but I was getting the gratification from it. Most of the time, it was three times a day, when I was bored, or it was too hot to go outside, I would reach five or six times a day. All that was going to have to change. My family had been planning a big trip to California. We would visit uncles and aunts, and sightsee and visit all kinds of fun things. I was originally sold on the idea. But as I thought more an more about the trip, I realized that my beating off was going to have to stop or be severally hampered. I was going to have to share hotel rooms with my younger sister. I would hope that she would never find out that I had such talent, beating off in the shower with her in the hotel room was not going to be cool. After two consecutive nights with wet dreams, the urge was just too great. With the TV going, and the shower running, I stroked fast and hard. I shot in almost no time. Wet dreams are just not worth it. I never felt the cum. I would wake up with my usual hard-on, but there was a sliminess about it. Those two mornings, I found several squirts worth of cum coating the inside of my underwear. After that, I would take my chances and beat off in the shower, always trying to be careful. We would spend time at my aunt and uncle's. They told stories and ran around and shopped. They left us alone with our cousins. My girl cousin was several years older, may have been in college by that time and she was very accommodating taking care of us. She would take care of my sister and leaving her brother and I alone. The first night that I stayed with my cousin, he got talking after the lights went out. He asked about girlfriends. That somehow led to talking about hard-ons and fucking, and such. Then it was about beating off. I did admit that I did it. He said he did and that everyone he knows does it but lies about it. I had my hand in my underwear, all ready to start beating off as soon as he said to start. Just about that time, he rolled over and went to sleep. It was bad enough sleeping in a strange bed, but now I had a hard-on that wouldn't leave me alone. Jimmy was a few years older than me, he was one hell of an athlete, named all state in football and playing for the state championship in baseball. I went with him to baseball practice and met his friends. I thought they were all a little fruity, I was surprised that my cousin would hang with them. After going to a burger place and inhaling the food, I was told of the plan. They were going to have a sleep-over, really in my honor, and to get me away from all the parents and girls. In a room, more like a screened in porch, there were six boys and me. We had popcorn, sodas, chips, pizza rolls and anything else that could be removed from the kitchen. We laid on sleeping bags, in a circle facing each other. We talked and joked. There were some jokes that I had heard before, ones that I realized were associated with beating off and hard-ons. I was listening to one conversation when all of a sudden there were two dicks pulled out and in the face of the boy next to me. He was twisting and turning his head but there was a lot of contact going on. There were laughs all around, I was a little stunned. A little while later, another boy took his time to slide over and pull out his dick. I looked over at the biggest dick I had ever seen up to that point, just as it was put into my cousin's hand. My cousin was pissed, he grabbed it and pulled hard. If he had a better grip on it, it would have been pulled right off. He told his buds to cool it, and said something and nodded his head my way. He was wanting them to cool it since his innocent little cousin was there. They proceeded to discuss how I was cool and would do stuff and didn't mind them screwing around. I didn't answer any of that, they just talked for me. After seeing some bare dicks, accompanied by some explanation of how that dick was different or harder or something, they started asking about mine. There were 3 hard-ons exposed when there was a request to see something on mine. One of the boys was convinced that he could tell how boys were circumcised just by looking at their dicks. I didn't even know what circumcision was! I was convinced to pull it out, even as Jimmy was telling me I didn't have to do it. I did, and then after putting it away and pulling it out a few more times, for some lame scientific explanation, I was told to leave it out. I recognized the stroking motion on a couple of the boys, and I don't actually know how they convinced me to do it, but as soon as one of the boys grabbed a bowl that used to have guacamole in it was placed in front of us, we all started jacking. My cousin had to sit up from laying on his stomach, but he pulled out a big hairy dick and began stroking right with us. I was beating off as usual, hand moving as fast as I could and rushing to cum. I had my eyes closed and they could tell I was close. I felt my dick bouncing off the bowl and opened my eyes to see the boy next to me holding the bowl under my dick. I smiled and then it hit, I started shooting. After I shot, I looked and saw my cum pooling in the bowl. The boy next to me told me to milk it to get all the jism out. I sat there with my mouth open, staring at all the dicks that were being yanked. I was glad to see that I wasn't the littlest. One boy had more hair but his dick was at least an inch shorter than mine. My dick never did even start to get soft. As the others were jacking, the boy next to me flipped my dick and told me to keep going. I did some, but mostly I just played with it while I was so fascinated by all the beating meat. They started to cum. Some two at a time, some in exaggerated moaning and groaning, some in oozes although a good volume. Each time a boy shot his cum, he would collapse on the floor and watch the rest. With the last shot into the bowl, the boy handed the bowl to me. He said "go ahead, you got to." I thought he meant that I was going to have to cum again. My cousin spoke up, he told the other boy to cool it. They argued a little, over whether I was going to have to eat it. I really loved my cousin right then, there was no way I could eat that, even buried in guac! I did study it a little bit. I couldn't tell my cum from the others but there were different types of cum in there. I did spend the next couple of days with the team. I was much more accepted by them, even the others who didn't spend the night. But other than some peeking in the mall restroom, nothing more happened. However, two nights later, Jimmy started talking after the lights were out. He told me that I was cool about the other night, he could tell I didn't mind it. He asked if I liked it and whether I would do it back home. I told him I didn't know any boys at home who would do that. He told me how they started, it was just two of the boys who started it, they stayed at each other's houses all the time. They started playing around. Then they would bring in another friend. Before long, everybody that was sleeping over that night, and others had jacked off with them, or more, I wasn't sure what "more" was. Nobody really knew the others were doing it too. Then the original two boys started doing it with more boys, or in front of more boys. It was only when they ended up on that team, did they start the sleep-overs like that. Jimmy gave me some tips how to start up a group like that back home. The whole time he was talking into the dark, very calmly, very matter of factly. He was quiet for a few minutes, I was all but asleep when he told me to come over to him. I snuck over to his bed in the pitch black. I got close and Jimmy's hand found my butt and pulled me closer. He lifted up his sheet and told me to crawl in. I did and as I got settled on the pillow, I felt his hard-on hit my butt crack and slide between my legs. Jimmy's hand started to pull the edges of my underwear down. I helped him do it and he slid them right down and off my legs. He rolled back to me and snuggled in. His bare hard dick nestled right in my crack. My heart was pounding, I was scared, and excited, and I wouldn't have wanted to leave at all right then. This was an adventure of our vacation that I would remember. Jimmy reached around and found my dick. He felt it carefully, pull my balls loose and felt them carefully. He told me how great my balls were. I was proud of that. When he said that when my dick grew, it was going to be great too. I thought it was pretty damn great right then and there, maybe not a monster but it was a pretty dick, hard, hot, thumping, and pretty dick. Jimmy pulled my scrotum in different directions, wiggled my dick, played with my pubes, squeezed my dick head, and all kinds of fun things. His play started to develop into a steady stroke. It wasn't as fast as I would do it then but it was faster than when I would be laying around and playing with it. I was getting close, and Jimmy could tell by the way I was breathing and moaning. He kept telling me to squeeze to hold it. I did as long as I could and I warned him that I was going to shoot. He kept stroking, I put my hand in front of my dick to catch the cum. He pushed my hand away and kept stroking. I exploded, it was the biggest explosion of cum I had to that time. I shot out of the bed, some on the top sheet and most on the bed. I was trying to avoid touching that. I was recovering and Jimmy started to stroke his on hard-on. I wanted to see, so I rolled over to face him. Jimmy took my hand and placed it on his dick. It was like electricity running through my body. I had a huge dick in my hand, I could close my hand but it took up my entire hand. And there was so much room to stroke. It was then that I realized just how small I was right then. Jimmy had me start to stroke him, showing the rhythm he wanted. I stroked too fast and he slowed me down. I was stroking awhile and then I felt his sack start to bunch up. His dick was completely hard but it started to arch up. He put his hand over mine and stroked himself. I felt huge globs of cum shoot out through his dick. I pulled my hand off when he removed his hand. Jimmy lay motionless for a few minutes, and I wasn't moving either. I kept thinking what was he was going to do next. Jimmy rolled over facing me, I could feel the wet cum on his belly. It was rubbing on to me. He mumbled some things, including thank you. He slid me over, making me lay in my own cum. I got used to that right away. I was trying to get up to go to my bed but Jimmy held me down. I was comfortable, I just wanted to let him sleep. He snuggled up to me. I could still feel his limp dick on my butt and even felt his balls pressing into my butt. That night, I woke up several times. There were times when Jimmy was playing with my dick and balls, other times he was rubbing his hand up and down my belly, once he was grinding his dick into my butt. Most of the time, after I realized where I was, I would snuggle back in and go back to sleep. We left after two more nights. The last night was not that much different than that. It seemed like forever that I was getting stroked. It was a big cum when I finally did. It was a great way to finish that visit. And then we got to take a shower together. On the trip home, I tried to not beat off, but another wet dream made me take care of myself in the shower. I wonder how good this is. Let me know what you think. Cooldeegs@hotmail.com I had forgotten most of this until I started thinking and writing about other stuff that happen much more recently. I got a few good comments on that story, but they were just a few. People said I should have put my email at the bottom so people would email me. Cooldeegs@hotmail.com So I did. Thanks ya'll , Chris.