Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 06:55:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Boy's Diary

Another story about coming of age, sort of. This isn't about me or anyone
specifically that I know of but it is about boys in general and how they
often learn about the sexual aspect of being boys.

So sit back, or forward, and enjoy.

Hugs
tag

I don't know what it was. Well, that's not true because I know what it
was. And I can remember why it all started I just don't remember how it
started, and I'm not sure when. I guess I'll just have to do the best I
can.

The "what" of the matter was that I had a big cock. Of course I didn't know
that when I was little because I had no idea really and no one to actually
compare myself to and it probably wouldn't have even occurred to me to
compare. I have some vague memories my mother and my father telling me what
a big boy I was but I can't say whether or not I was naked or un.

I remember when I was seven or eight and was half woken up one night to
discover my babysitter, a thirteen year old girl from our neighborhood,
pulling the front of my pajama's down. I don't really have much more memory
of that episode but another one is more clear. Same deal with the same baby
sitter only a friend of hers was over studying with her that night. I was
waked up that time by the sound of whispering voices. The front of my
pajamas was pulled down underneath my balls where I could feel the warmth
of the fingers that were holding the elastic waistband at bay.

"See, I told you," my babysitter whispered.

"Can I touch it?" the other voice said.

"Better not," was the answer, as my pj's were put back into place.  I had
the same babysitter for another year but if there were any more nocturnal
visits to examine my boyhood charms then I wasn't aware of them, then or
now. It had never occurred to me to measure my cock so I can't say how big
it was then.

The idea of measuring one's cock didn't come for another couple of years or
so, shortly after my tenth birthday. My friend Chu Chu, or actually choo
choo because when he was little he would run around the house pretending he
was a train, told me a about recent encounter with his brother Nate. Seems
Chu bounded into the bedroom they shared one day to find his fourteen year
old brother standing naked in front of a mirror with a ruler held up
against his very hard teenage cock. Chu hasn't seen his older brother fully
naked for some time so was quite taken with the boy's cock as well as the
thick bush of black hair at the base of it as well as on his balls, which
according to Chu seemed to hang down quite low.

"What'd he do?" I asked. The answer was that his brother had kindly told
Chu that he should forget what he saw. The boy then pulled his white cotton
briefs on, got dressed. When Chu asked him why he was doing what he was
doing his brother had said that Chu would understand when he got older.

"I asked him how big it was," Chu had told me, "and he said that it was
none of my business then left the room. He leaned his head back in and
said,

"Six inches and you better not tell a soul," then winked at me and left."

"Wonder why he was measuring his dick," I said rather than asked. Chu
didn't know either but allowed as how teenagers did a lot of strange
things. Apparently Chu heard his brother making all kinds of noises under
his blankets on more than one occasion, sort of like he was hitting his
hand against the sheets. He'd heard Nate moan sometimes too and say things
like "oh yeah" and stuff like that and not just in his bed at night but
sometimes in the bathroom too. Neither Chu nor I could figure it out, a
testament to our naivety.

I thought Nate was a pretty cool guy and he'd always been very nice to me
so it seemed that if Nate was measuring his cock then I probably should
too. Since it kind of sounded like I was going to do it sometime anyway I
figured that I might as well get started. At home that night after my
shower I stood at the desk in my room and held a wooden ruler up against my
softened cock, metal side out of course. I remembered that Chu said that
his brother had been hard so I started squeezing my cock and rubbing on my
balls. When I didn't get an immediate response I lay on my bed and ground
my hips into the mattress. It was a little thing I'd discovered a year or
so before by accident, that moving my waist around like that with pressure
on my stuff felt pretty good and seemed to produce hardness in my cock,
which I already knew felt pretty good.

So that was what I did and in no time at all I had the desired effect. I
went back to my desk and measured my stiffie. Now, that didn't seem right
to me so I wondered if Nate had used a different ruler than I had but that
seemed silly. An inch was an inch and he'd told Chu that his was six
inches. How could it be that, at ten years old my hard cock was almost as
big as a fourteen year old boy's and if I pressed the end of the ruler
against my smooth hairless body I was just two little lines over six
inches.  How odd. It didn't occur to me to be proud of that fact in fact,
it was just strange.

A few days later the topic came up again when Chu told me that he'd
measured his cock and discovered that it was about three and half inches
long, or a little longer maybe, he wasn't sure. I smiled shyly and told him
that I'd done the same thing.

"Really, how big is it?" he asked excitedly. When I told him, he didn't
believe me then asked if I had been hard or soft when I measure and I told
him I'd been hard. "Nuh uh, lemme see," he said, stepping back a little and
looking down at my waist.

"I'm not gonna show you my dick," I retorted. He immediately offered to
show me his and simply shoved his jeans and underwear down exposing the
pale whiteness of his smooth little boy's cock and balls. Seriously now; up
until that point I'd never in my life seen another boy's stuff so of course
I looked, not knowing that all boys look. His dick looked to be almost a
stub and for a quick moment I wondered how the hell that little thing could
get to be three and a half inches long. His balls were two marbles in a
small, shriveled, blue veined bag.

"Come on Damon, your turn," Chu said as, leaving his pants down and
absently, gently slapping his little cock back and forth with his
fingers. I shrugged my shoulder and unsnapped my jeans. Unlike Chu I
couldn't just tug them down. I unzipped, then slipped my thumbs into the
waistband of my briefs and tugged the whole works down underneath my balls
which, by themselves, seemed to have more square inches than Chu's entire
works.

"Jeez Dame yours is as big as Nate's." I told him I had thought so
too. Neither of us could figure out why and said so then moved on to the
next topic. "Does it get bigger when it's stiff?" he asked. I nodded my
head and of course Chu wanted to see it get hard. It wasn't like I could
make it hard on command and I was damned if I was going to lay on Chu's bed
and make it hard that way. So, we stood there in his room, pants down and
engaged in the millennium old rite of two boys discovering the fun and
excitement of mutual sexual exploration.

Chu seemed to stretch out to full length much quicker than I did. Maybe it
was because he only had to go half as far as I did. Still and all it amazed
me at how something so small could grow out so big. Well, not exactly big
but way bigger than it had been.

"Try this," Chu said, gripping his hard little cock between thumb and index
finger and sliding the skin up and down. I took hold of my half hard cock
and mimicked my friend's behavior and in no time it was sticking out like a
limb on a tree.  Once I was all hard it wouldn't do but we had to snuggle
up side by side to see how they compared when next to each other. Standing
there, hip to naked hip it was clear that there was no comparison. My cock
was longer and thicker, the head was bigger than his and my balls were
bigger and seemed to hang a little whereas Chu's were sort of sucked up
tight between his smooth thighs. I hadn't noticed the hanging part before
but then I hadn't done the comparison thing either.

"Wow, what a difference," was about all Chu could say. That done we put
everything back in place and went about other boy business. At home that
night, behind the locked door of my bedroom, I stood up close to my mirror
as I got undressed for bed. Naked from the waist down, I pulled my t-shirt
up and held it in place with my chin while I performed a more than cursory
inspection of all that which made me a boy. With a thumb and forefinger on
each side of my cock, I held it up and pointed the head at the mirror and
looked at its reflection. I pulled the piss slit open and smiled at how
much it looked like a little mouth. I then moved it open and closed as
though it were talking, and made my high soprano voice even higher,
supplying the vocals to the action and pretending like I was a
ventriloquist or something.

I held my cock up out of the way and examined my balls in the mirror, the
fact that they were starting to hang away from my body somewhat
amazing. When I tugged upward on my cock my balls followed along and if I
did it sort of fast the hairless wrinkled bag sort of jumped around a
little bit. I pulled my balls up high and noticed, for the first time in my
life, that I could see the beginning of my butt crack. It wouldn't do but I
had to turn around then bend over and pulled a cheek open to see my butt
hole then constricted the muscle and made the darker, wrinkled eye wink
back at me. I struck me that my butt hole wasn't quite the disgusting part
of the body that people seemed to make it out to be. It was then too that I
noticed the seam of flesh that ran down between my balls and continued
between my legs and, as far as I could tell, ended up at my little butt
hole. It was as though that was where my body had been sewed up after all
my guts and stuff had been put inside, kind of like a rag doll or
something.

Amazingly enough, that entire episode didn't make me get hard. Apparently
the exploratory nature of the whole experience took precedence over any
other feelings. About a month later I was touched there by someone else for
the first time in my life, other than when I was a baby, and discovered the
world of sexual pleasure.

I was riding my bike in a large wooded park area about a mile from my
house. Chu had been with me at first but had to go home because of a
dentist appointment, which I thought was an unfair way to have to spend a
summer afternoon. I'd gone into a men's room to pee and had no sooner stood
up to the rust stained porcelain trough when another boy came in and stood
next to me. A teenager, he stood right next to me and tugged the front of
his sweat pants down below his balls and let his cock just hand there. It
had happened so fast that I hadn't even had time to register what was
happening and turn away from him. As it was he glanced down right away and
spied my dick as it hung over the waistband of my underwear, my jeans
unsnapped and unzipped for the occasion.

"Nice cock for a little guy," he said which of course prompted me to say
thank you while I glanced over at his dick. He wasn't peeing at all and in
fact his dick seemed like it was getting hard, lifted up and away from his
balls and not just hanging down.

"Can I look at it?" he asked, looking me in the eye while his hand seemed
to grasp onto the shaft of his own cock and squeeze. I seemed to hesitate
so he said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," a phrase, or some
variation of it, that I would hear a whole lot over the next five or six
years.

The boy didn't wait for an answer but simply turned to face me, holding his
sweats out of the way. It was the first time that I'd seen an older boy
naked and I was pretty impressed with the bush of tight black hair at the
base of his growing cock. His balls hung sort of low, like mine were
starting to do, and like mine, his balls had no hair on them at
all. Without thinking, and with my eyes centered on the boy, I shoved my
jeans and underwear down below my balls and pulled my t-shirt up out of the
way so he could have a good look. Actually, pulling my shirt up out of the
way was beginning to be a sort of common thing for me when I was looking at
myself like that.

"Wow, that's pretty impressive, how old are you anyhow?" When I told him I
was ten he was amazed and said I was as big as he was and he was thirteen.
He also said I'd be hung like a horse when I was older, whatever that was
supposed to mean. I'd never seen a horse's cock before. Meanwhile the boy
had begun stroking on his cock, which had gotten fully hard while mine was
only starting to feel different.

"Can I touch it?" he asked, the first of countless boys and men who would
ask me that question. I figured I had gone that far, I might as well go for
broke and nodded my head. When the boy wrapped his hand around my half hard
cock and squeezed it I thought I was going to die. The warmth and pressure
caused me to go hard almost in an instant and then the boy stroked me.

"You are a big boy," he said admiringly. I was looking at his hard cock,
sticking almost straight up in the air, and he asked if I wanted to touch
his cock. I did and I said so. I didn't wait for permission assuming that
it had already been given, so wrapped my smaller hand around his stiff
dick. It felt strange. It was all warm and stuff, and the feeling was sort
of strange; hard yet soft at the same time. I wonder if I felt like that to
him. I saw what looked like clear pee on the tip of his cock and sort of
running down the underside of his cock head.

"What's that I asked?"  He said it was like sperm, which happened before
the actual sperm came out. There was something new so I asked.

"You never heard of sperm before, or cum?" I shook my head no. "Do you want
to see some?" again I nodded my head. "Do you want to help me do it?" That
didn't take a lot of brain cells to answer. "What do I have to do?"

First of all he directed me into the larger stall in the back where he
locked the door once we were inside. He shoved his clothes down then
gripped his cock and stroked it then let go told me to go ahead and do it
for him. I stood beside him and began stroking his cock. He began moaning
right away and saying things like "Oh yeah" and "hold it tighter". That
certainly cleared up one mystery which I would have to tell Chu about. The
boy had his hand on my shoulder and his breathing started going faster and
he told me to jack him off faster, whatever that meant, but I figured it
had something to do with sliding my hand on his cock so I went faster. I
felt his cock get thicker in my hand then the boy groaned and moaned out
sort of under his breath,

"Oohhh fuck yeaaaaahhhh," and his cock started squirting out white stuff
onto the concrete floor as his balls bounced around like crazy. I figured
that was what caused it; his balls getting shook up like a can of shaving
cream or something while not even being sure that's where the stuff was
even coming from. His cock squirted out about four times before it slowed
to a dribble and oozed out, some of the stuff dripping to the floor while
some of it ran down the underside of his cock onto my fingers. Much as I
wanted to get a closer look at the stuff I kept on doing what the older
told me to do but then he said I could let go so I did and he took over,
moving his hand way slower and rubbing his lower belly and into the patch
of hair.

I immediately looked at the white stuff on my knuckles and fingers,
thinking that it looked like white snot and when I opened my fingers the
stuff stuck to em like snot.

"That's sperm, well actually the sperm is so tiny you can't see em but
they're in there. The rest of the stuff is semen but boys call it cum." I
sniffed it and it smelled kinda like bleach or something. "You can taste it
too if you want to," the boy said as he wiped off the end of his cock and
stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked it. I wasn't ready to eat the
stuff like he did but I did barely touch the tip of my tongue to it and
tried to taste it while I wiped the stuff off my fingers with toilet paper.

"That was pretty neat," I told the boy while I performed my hygiene,
discovering that the sperm stuff was pretty sticky.

"You'll start making the stuff once you get hairs on your dick but you
gotta have hairs first or it won't work. At least that's what older boys
say. I don't really know for sure, only that I had hairs first and cum
second." Well that seemed reasonable to me since I didn't have any of the
stuff, or wasn't making it, if the boy was correct on his information and I
assumed he was. On the other hand I'd never really stroked my cock before,
which reminded me.

"You said something while I was doing that to you," I told him, "something
about jacking off or something." He smiled and nodded his head while he
continued playing gently with his still exposed and still hard cock and his
balls.

"When you do that its call jacking off or beating off although there's a
whole bunch of other names those are the two most popular ones that every
boy learns first. Look, we should probably get out of here before someone
comes in and catches us. If you want to do more stuff meet me over here
most any afternoon on weekends." He tucked himself back in and I did the
same. We came out of the stall just as an older came in with his dog on a
leash. The older guy sort of gave us the evil eye and the dog just wagged
its tail.

At home that evening I stood naked in front of mirror, a seemingly more
frequent activity, and looked at my body. My cock was already on the rise
as I reflected on my afternoon experience. The feeling of that boy's hand
on my hard young cock had been incredible, as was the feel of his
cock. Then making his sperms come out; well that was beyond incredible. I
was dying to be able to do it but the boy had said that I couldn't without
having hairs on my cock like he did. Seeing the boy naked had been a treat
as well. It had been my first time seeing an older boy like that.

We lived in a fairly small town that didn't have it's own public pool so I
hadn't had the opportunity that some of my friends had when their parents
had taken them the twenty or so miles to the next town over to use their
public pool. I'd heard a few boys my age talking about the older boys
they'd seen at the pool and how big their cocks had been and all the hair
that could grow down there. I say could because they'd commented about
seeing boys who didn't have very much hairs at all. Apparently there was a
whole new world out there waiting for me and I was panting to be a part of
it.

It started that night after telling my parents I was going to bed and once
there, after making myself hard I tried doing to myself what I'd done to
the boy in the bathroom, jacking off or some thing like that. I grasped
onto my stiffie using my thumb two fingers just like the boy had and moved
them back and forth on my cock, amazed at how much the skin moved around. I
paid attention to how soft the skin seemed to be yet how hard it was
underneath. The sliding part felt pretty good but after awhile it started
to tickle sort of so I stopped. It is obvious now how little I knew then
but hey, I was only ten. I wasn't supposed to know all that stuff yet was
I.

I debated on whether or not to tell Chu and elected to do so for a variety
of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that I'd now been able to
compare my young cock to two other boys who were at least three years older
than me, maybe four; one in person and one through the accounts of my best
friend Chu and of course the one boy had told me I was pretty big for a boy
my age so needless to say I was very curious about that. The other thing of
course was that I wanted to be able to clear up for Chu, some of the
mysterious behaviors that his older brother Nate had been exhibiting.

I saw Chu the next day and when I told him what had happened he was all
kinds of excited, especially about the squirting out of the white sperm
stuff. It wouldn't do but we had to go behind some bushes and make our
cocks hard so I could show him the jacking off thing. He didn't seem much
concerned that I had both, touched another boy and been touched. We didn't
stay at it very long as they were going to pour the cement slab for a new
supermarket that was being built in town and an event such as that took
precedence over just about everything else that might occur in the life of
a ten year old boy in small town America in nineteen fifty nine.

There were four or five other boys our age at the construction site and
since we all knew each other, after the initial excitement was over and we
all got to put our initials in the wet concrete, we rode our bikes around
town then out to a spot along the river and lay around in the grass
enjoying the warm sun of an early June mid Saturday morning. One of the
boys allowed as how he needed to take a leak and for some reason it seemed
as though everyone else did as well so we wandered off into the trees a
little bit and unzipped then hauled out our cocks. Needless to say I was
the biggest of the batch by a mile and so was the center of attention.

"Is it bigger when it gets hard?" Joey Johnson asked and before I could say
anything Chu piped up and said that it was. I would learn later that, as a
teenager, one didn't volunteer that sort of information about another boy
because it might draw into question whether or not you were queer. In that
day and age though, and being preteen boys, all it did was spur on a boner
match. So there we stood, six ten year olds and a nine year old, in a
circle with our jeans down to our knees, t-shirts held up out of place by
our chins while we fondled and played with our dicks until they got
hard. The sight of watching all those boys in such an intimate posture
seemed to give me butterflies in my belly and make me go hard pretty quick
although Brandon seemed to be hard as stone almost before we started but
apparently I was the only one who noticed that or if someone else did they
didn't mention it. In any case my hard cock carried the day and Harold, a
chubby boy with flaming red hair, turned out to be the smallest of us, his
pale dick seeming only a couple of inches long. Even Tony, the nine year
old, had a bigger cock.

Once the comparison part was over we put out stuff away and got on our
bikes and headed back to town. Chu was going with Henny and another boy to
check out a litter of puppies that the other boy's dog had birthed a week
before but I declined to go as I'd seen my share of puppies and wasn't
interested. Brandon asked if I wanted to go to his house and hang out so I
did.

In retrospect, Brandon was a pretty cute boy. The same height and weight as
me, he had dark brown hair compared to my light blonde. He had large, dark
eyes with super long lashes, much the same as me except my eyes were
blue. Of course I was more light skinned than he was too. Brandon lived in
a big old house and his bedroom was the only room on the third floor
besides a huge attic full of junk. There were five kids in the family and
he was the only boy so had his own bathroom up there and everything. It was
pretty neat. We were lying on his carpeted floor looking at comics when he
brought up the main event of the afternoon and did I think it had been fun
showing each other our boners and stuff. I allowed as how it had been sort
of then made a crack about Harold's tiny cock. Brandon agreed then
commented on how big mine was and that it was bigger than his cousin
John's. Brandon was sort of pushing at the front of his jeans while he
talked about John having showed him his dick right there in that very
bedroom one day a couple of months before. I felt myself getting hard and
when I too pushed at the front of my jeans Brandon asked if I was getting a
boner.

"Yeah sorta," I said.

"Me too," he said shoving his hand down the front of jeans, "In fact it's
hurting because my jeans are too tight. I allowed as how mine were getting
a little cramped too so he suggested that perhaps we could take them off.

"Nobody comes up here and besides even if they did we'd heard em on the
stairs," he informed me. I'd barely gotten the okay out of my mouth before
he'd was on his back unbuttoning and unzipping and shoving his faded Levi's
to his ankles. He stopped and kicked of his black high topped Ked's then
pushed his jeans all the way off.

"That sure feels better," he said then put both hands to the front of his
underwear and pressed and squeezed on his obviously hard dick. I hurriedly
did the same and once unclothed did the same thing, pressing on my hard
cock.

"Can I see it again Damon?" he asked, adding, "I'll show you mine." I said
sure and together we lifted our slender ten year old boy's butts up off the
carpet and shoved our Jockey's to our knees, freeing up our young raging
dicks.

"Jeez I can't believe how big your dick is Damon. I swear that John's is
smaller." That prompted me to ask about John and Brandon told me that
they'd been up there in his room and John initiated a boner session with
his younger cousin. Brandon started to tell me something else but then
stopped so of course I asked him what he was going to say. He fiddled his
rock hard three inches of cock a little bit, pulling it down and letting it
snap back against his smooth flat pubic bone.

"Oh man Damon you gotta promise not to tell anyone." I promised and we did
the cross your heart thing then spit in our hands and shook them, the
ultimate act of swearing secrecy in our boy culture.

"He touched my cock. He actually held it in his hand and played with my
balls and stuff." Okay, the balls things was new but I'd been there and
done that with the holding the cock thing so told him about my experience
with the older boy in the park which he got really excited about. We were
lying on our sides, one foot flat on the floor, playing with our cocks
while we shared the secrets. Brandon kept looking down toward my cock and I
was wondering if maybe he was thinking about wanting to touch me or
something since I was sort of wanting to touch his.

"Your cock looks so hard Dame," said then sort of licked his lips and asked
if he could touch it. My answer was to roll onto my back, spread my legs
out a little bit and pull my t-shirt up. "Your balls seem like they're
hanging, just like John's," Brandon said before grasping onto my dick. I
swear I wanted to just faint away as my friend squeezed up and down the
length of my dick then slid the skin up and down in the jack off way. Then
he held my balls.

"Oh gosh Brandon that feels good," I moaned and it surely did. My dick felt
about as hard as it ever had, almost to a point of hurting.

"You want to try something else Dame?" he asked. Needless to say, at that
point I was up for just about anything that the cute boy had to suggest.
When I nodded my head he said that his cousin had sucked his cock and the
feelings were so incredible that he almost fainted. Brandon said that if I
was willing to try to suck on his cock then he would suck on mine. Well
then; I could stand a little bit of feeling faint so told him sure. He
moved around so that he was more perpendicular to me then draped himself
across my belly. I couldn't see him but of course felt him grasp onto my
dick and hold it up in the air and in the next instant I learned about what
it meant to feel faint.

The warmth of Brandon's mouth as it closed down on my cock was so
incredible that I heard myself groan. Then his tongue started moving around
all over the head of it as if it were exploring its surrounding. Brandon
moved his head up and down a few times then took me out of his mouth.

"How did you like it?" I told him it was fantastic. "Okay, your turn," and
he rolled onto his back. "Put your mouth like this," he said, showing me
how to cover my teeth, then let his head rest on the carpet. I draped my
body across his just like he'd done then took hold of his dick in my thumb
and two fingers. I held it upright and looked it over. Never having really
examined another boy's dick I felt sort of compelled to do it then. Brandon
must have figured I was having second thoughts about sucking his cock
because he reminded me that I had promised.

"I'm just lookin," I told him, "I never seen a dick up close." I opened my
mouth wide then lowered my head and close my lips over the warm rigid flesh
of another ten year old boy. My heart was beating like mad as I experienced
the first taste of another boy's cock. It was like nothing I'd ever
experienced in my life. No candy or pastry ever tasted as good or felt as
good in my mouth as Brandon's hard cock did. I heard him moan behind me as
my tongue did what his had and moved all around his little dick head while
I bobbed my head there. I didn't want to stop and it seemed as though
Brandon didn't want me to either.

"Oh fuck Damon that feels so good; don't stop," he moaned. I was a little
bit surprised at the word fuck. At that time in my life I don't think I'd
ever said it although I'd heard older boys say the word before. I kept on
sucking on his dick, really liking how the stiff flesh felt in my mouth,
not knowing then that I would be a life long cock sucker, but my mouth got
tired so I stopped and rolled onto my back. Brandon didn't miss a beat but
rolled back toward me and promptly began sucking on my cock again, staying
there until his mouth also got sore.

"Brandon," a female voice called out, "come down for lunch." He quickly
rolled away from me, yelling that he would be down in a second and grabbed
his underwear and I was right behind him. As we quickly dressed he asked
what I'd thought about the whole process and of course I thought very
highly of it and told him so. He asked if I wanted to do it again sometime
and I nodded my head vigorously.

"Yeah."

"Neat," was his response. We both had to adjust ourselves and by the time
we got our sneakers on my cock at least had softened considerably. We
headed downstairs but not before Brandon asked if I'd like to spend the
night sometime which I readily agreed to. As it would turn out, Brandon was
the first boy that I would fuck.