Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2008 16:37:55 -0600
From: Ryan Halvorsen <rh001@live.com>
Subject: Wintertime Jacking Down in the Woods

Here is another true excerpt from my boyhood in the 1950's which is the
account of me and my cousin Levis going down in the woods on many occasions
with the express intent and purpose of getting off. However this just
happens to be one of those times that I particularly remember in detail
because something happened that was not the norm for me.

This was in the fall of 1953 after I had just turned 12 years of age. He
and I usually made these short trips to these woods at this spot right next
to the small branch that flowed by us which was upstream aways from where
the following Summer we damned up this branch and made us a small pond to
float our innertubes on.

Anyway this spot was probably 20 feet or so below the adjacent countryside
and over-covered with very tall trees, and although mostly leafless this
time of year, they made that high rustling sound with the wind blowing
through and around them, but were we were we could barely feel this wind,
so even though it was Nov.  or Dec. we still had some fairly warm enough
days to go down there and masturbate to our heart's content.

Of course it was too cool to get naked, but at times we would unzip and
slip our pants down just enough to clear the fly hole of our undies so we
could have good access and more freedom for our penises, but if it was too
cold for that, we'd just unzip and pull them out through the pant's fly
long enough to get some relief.

We actually made ourselves a make-shift grill/fireplace at this spot out of
old brick, etc. which we would fire-up once ina while and that lasted unil
my Dad went hunting down in these same woods one Saturday and found our
little campfire spot and told me never to lite this up again as I might
burn down these woods and this property did not belong to us, so we never
lit the fire again, but I was afraid he was going to figure out what we
were actually doing down there, but if he did, he never mentioned it.

Levis would always do me first as it took so long for me to get him off, as
I could get off 2-3 times in the time it took him to orgasm once, and many
times he would just do me twice before I ever started on his huge dick.  I
would only have to rest 2-4 minutes and I could have another orgasm, but I
was still shooting blanks at this time.

So since the tent had gotten to rotten to use any more, the only options we
had were doing it in our outhouses or down in these woods, except for our
nightly pecker play.

So Levis and I would use the fallen leaves to ly down on if they were dry
enough, if not we'd just sit on them and lean back enough to give some
access to our peckers, not caring if the seats of our pants got damp.

Of course I'm horny as hell and can hardly wait till Levis grasp my
erection and takes me all the way to boy heaven. So on this occassion it
was dry enough for me to just stretch out on these fallen leaves with the
winds rustling througn the tree tops, but a real calm down here beside the
creek as I unzipped and slipped my pants down enough to clear my undies
more or less. As a boy I wore boxers so Levis just reached in and fished
out my worm as he sat down right beside of me.

My erection felt so good as Levis started the usual up and down motions of
my foreskin which at this time would only retract maybe three-fourths back
or so due to a small tag of skin that connected the end of my foreskin to
my glans near my piss slit that I was born with and althuogh I'd never seen
another boy with this condition (BTW there is a medical name for this) I
hadn't give it too much thought as I could jack off fine even with my
limited movement of my foreskin. Anway Levis saw this as something that
needed to be broken so my foreskin could be retracted fully back behind my
glans and I actually realized this myself, but yet I was too afraid to
force it to break....might damage me in someway I thought.

So as he has his thumb and fingers straight down on my erection as mine
stuck straight up at 90 degrees, not backwards towards the stomach like
many boys do (its about 50-50) among boys, so Levis would always begin this
way and sometimes finish me this way, but other times he would move his
fingers to a more sideways position to get me good (as we called an orgasm
back then).

My pecker might be only 2.5 inches hard, but it sure does feel good as I'm
enjoying it to the maximum, but Levis has been started using the
stop-and-go method on me in order to make it last longer and be more
enjoyable since I would always climax so quick with continuous stimulation,
but for sure he didn't need a stop & go used on him.

Anyway he would stop stroking usually 3-4 times in the duration of my
jack-off session for a few seconds depending on how close he thought I was
to my orgasm.

Of course from each stop and starting back gets even closer each time to
climax unless he stops for longer periods and lets my erection diminish
somewhat which takes longer then to get it back to where he left off, but
yet everytime he stops and starts back, the distance (time) gets shorter
and shorter until my orgasm is just on the threshold.

I was willing to endure this method for the benefits it brought about, but
once I got close to my dry cum I didn't want any more stopping but just
carry me on to the finish line as this get to be pure punishment to a boy,
to take him nearly to the point and then abruptly stop.

My 12 year old goober is stiff as iron and feeling out of this world as
he's done stopped and started back a couple of times when Levis asked me
the question, "can I go ahead and push your foreskin back far enough so
this little skin tag will break"? I was just lying flat on my back on these
leaves when asked the question and I said "NO" don't do it it might damage
my pecker in some way as he had already asked me this same question a
number of times before.

He was continually stroking my dick, I guess I was around half-way there,
and he was just sliding my foreskin the normal distance because if he went
a little further back with it I could feel it so slightly. Then all of a
sudden I could feel my foreskin being slid a little further back with each
of his strokes and before I could say anything I felt an ever so slight
twinge and I asked him what happened as I raised my head up a little to
take a look, when he said the little piece of skin broke as he stopped
stroking my dick. I couldn't see any damage so I told him to go ahead and
finish me off, which he did and I had another wonderful orgasm.

So from that afternoon on I started retracting my foreskin all the way back
behind my glans, so Levis did me a favor by going ahead and causing this
skin tag to break. My hardon returned shortly and Levis did me again with
my new found foreskin freedom.

I jacked Levis just once as it took him around ten minutes to dribble his
cum onto the leaves and we packed them back in and headed to our respective
houses, satisfied for the time being.