Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 14:09:41 +0000 (UTC) From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Four Please give to Nifty. Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Four There have been quite a number of new additions so here they are. If you want this series to continue please send in your memories, it will be appreciated by all Nifty readers. 76. Antonio "I slowly realized I was gay around twelve. I was fairly shy and slightly fey. There was an older man that was nice to me in the neighborhood, I think he picked up on my nature when I was twelve. Nothing happened with him then and I was too shy to involve myself with other boys. My fantasies were of movie and TV teens and men. I wasn't bullied at all, no one seemed to say anything but most of my middle school classmates had a notion, especially the girls. When I was thirteen I saw this older man again. I felt a desire rekindled. I "liked" him before but now that I was thirteen I knew more about what I "liked." About the third or fourth time I saw him I got up the courage to ask him if he was gay. He told me in confidence and asked that I not repeat it. He asked me back and I said yes. He asked if I asked for a reason and I couldn't say anything. He then asked if I was interested in having sex with him, that directly. I said yes. He told me to come in to his house and we went upstairs to his bedroom. I was extremely nervous and he asked if I had had sex with a man before and I said no. I think he knew that. He asked if I had had sex with other boys and I admitted that I hadn't. He then said that he wanted my first time to be special. It was. He took everything slow. He touched my face and told me I was beautiful. He gave me a few gentle kisses and held me. He allowed me to return them. I lost my nervousness. I sat on the bed and he undid his pants. I could see part of the head of his cock peeking from the fly of his briefs. "Take it," he said and I did. It was thick and purple rimmed. It felt slippery and sticky at the same time. "You can suck it if you want." I did. It was a key moment of my life. The feel and taste I can remember exactly. He stopped me and he helped undress as he did the same. He held and caressed me as I lay beneath him. His hands on my back and bottom were incredibly arousing. He had me embrace him and I came from the intimacy and heat of his holding me. This gentle embrace went on and eventually he came between his kissing and caressing me. He held me longer before wiping our semen with his tshirt. I went to him twice more and we did the same each time. The hugs and contact were so beautiful that we never wanted more. It was perfect for me. That it was someone old enough to be gentle and intimate made it one of the most special experiences of my life." 77. Graham "Here's an odd one. I tried to keep from getting a stand on by sheer willpower in my early teens. Anything made me think of sex. I could keep from getting erect (some of the time) but it had a weird consequence, pre-cum would leak from my tip. If I tried for a length of time, I felt small twinges like a miniature climax, most likely my prostate in a primed state. My pants had a wet spot near constantly and were covered with pearlescent trails by the end of the day." 78. Kurt "Our family visited distant relations in summer. I was fourteen and had grown in every way. The people we visited had a boy named Andre who was thirteen. Andre had straight, long blond hair and his face looked like a beautiful girl. We went to the beach and he appear very adolescent, boyishly plump, his legs and arms had grown but his torso had not. Andre had a very plump and rounded ass like a woman's and seeing it gave me a painful increase in my shorts. I couldn't help feeling lust for him. Andre was shy and we played uncomfortably. Our age was greater than one year in maturity. We wandered down the beach. When we were out of sight of our families I gestured for Andre to follow me behind some rocks. I lowered my bathing trunks and exposed myself to him. He blushed with embarrassment but did not look away. I encouraged him to do the same and saw his penis. His was short and his genitals were still generally pink. He had the beginnings of dark hair above his penis but that was all. I was growing erect and I took my much larger penis and masturbated before my cousin, pulling so my glans was exposed. My penis was very dark and the foreskin was very generous so when the glans came into view it was a contrast, very purple and swollen. Andre became erect watching me but did not masturbate himself. I went very quickly with my audience's keen attention and I released much semen that flew out onto the rocks and wet sand. I put my penis away and Andre raised his bathing trunks and we went down the beach. Andre later came to me in my room and ventured some hesitant questions about sex. I gave him answers and he said he wanted to see my penis again. I briefly showed him but we had to join our families. I told Andre to meet me early in the morning in the back lower room of the house. We met before the others rose out of bed. I told Andre he could play with my erection and I opened his robe took his underwear down and played with his genitals. I gave him an orgasm first. He masturbated me into a tissue while I was rubbing his ass. I came strong and Andre was lusty with my caresses. I showed my penis to Andre several times that day as a teasing. We agreed to meet in the early hours of the next morning. We were both excited and immediately played with each other's genitals. I gave Andre an orgasm, he came quickly, and he gave one to me. I had brought the suntanning oil from the beach bag as I wanted to have Andre carnally. I had him bend over the sofa and used the oil on his anus. Andre moaned and was hard and I told him to keep it down. I was erect again. I put the oil on my penis and pulled back the foreskin. It didn't go in as easily as I thought and Andre expressed his discomfort. After a short time I was able to enter Andre's anus. He cried and said it hurt. I stopped. He let me go on and I could not control my thrusts and I had a strong orgasm. The sight of his raised ass had me very aroused. We did not have any more relations over the next two days as I think we were both embarrassed. I have photos of that visit and I think of Andre as he was then. It is my greatest memory." 79. Henrik "My brother, Jon, and I are both gay but we had very different sexual experiences when young. This is more Jon's story than mine but his had a very large impact on my life as a young teen. We are from Norwegian stock and we share certain physical characteristics. We are both blond and have blue eyes. We both are tall and large, our father was six feet, six inches and Jon and I are both six, four as adults. We grew as boys sooner than others but we didn't reach puberty until later than average, I was fourteen before I had pubes and for Jon it was the same. We were big but still looked like boys. That didn't mean that our genitals weren't large; we are actually very well endowed and noticeably so in swim attire. This brings me to the key event in my sexual life which was my brother's early sexual encounters. We lived in a small coastal town and we had some tourists in the summer that visited our non-resort type of beach. There were a comfortable number of visitors that came for fishing and there were families for a beach vacation. There were also an unspoken number of visitors that were gay beach goers. There was a location near the south end of the beach that was near a concrete bridge that traversed an inlet and this bridge had concrete pilings that afforded seclusion. This was the clandestine meeting place for gay encounters. As a boy I was only aware that I should not be near this area of the beach, I knew nothing of homosexuality. That is not entirely true. I knew that I loved my brother who was two years my senior. I had a younger brother's idealization/hero worship. I had seen my brother naked since we were boys and, as he matured, I found my (less frequent) observations of his growth of greater interest. I saw the changes in his body and the enlargement of his penis and scrotum as he passed thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen. I did think of my brother as a model of masculine handsomeness but didn't think of having sexual relations with him even as I began to masturbate. We had no home instruction in sexual matters; our parents were devout churchgoers and left any instruction to the school which was limited. The summer of my thirteenth year had come and swimming in the daytime was a daily occurrence and consequently I and other boys often wore our swim trunks as shorts when doing other activities as the beach was a short bike ride away from most anywhere. One early summer day I had gone some distance from home to explore an area abundant in tidal life with another boy. We split up afterward and I was riding my bike across the aforementioned bridge when I saw something that would change me, my boyhood innocence would be gone. It was my brother emerging from under the bridge; with him was a man of about thirty, a stranger. The man had his arm across my brother's shoulder. It is an image that is locked in my memory with every detail clear to this day. Both my brother and the stranger looked flushed, the man more so. My brother, who was very fair, was red about the face. He looked slightly dazed and his lips pouted with slight embarrassment. His hair was mussed. They both were in swimsuit and sandals, the older man in a Speedo and my brother in his swim team trunks with its rounded logo of the local club. I could see the front of my brother's suit was full of his limp but still large penis. I saw all of this in the second or two that transpired before my bicycling across the bridge blocked them from my view. I bicycled faster in order not to be noticed by my brother. I didn't know why I was afraid of being seen by him, at first it must've have been unconscious. I thought about what I had seen as I pedaled home. My brother had been with a man under that bridge. The man had his arm across my brother's shoulders. I knew that something had happened between them. I knew why people went to that part of the beach. What had my brother done? I didn't know but now I knew he was homosexual, there was no other explanation to my naïve mind. How was I going to keep this from my parents? How was I going to keep my brother from knowing I knew he was a homosexual? I was very upset about this. Both my parents and my brother noticed the change in my demeanor over the next few days. "Are you all right? Is anything wrong?" I said nothing and didn't explain myself. I started to try to find out what my brother might have been doing in his homosexual activity. I looked for information in the town library. I made discreet, I thought, inquiries of other boys. I laugh at how seriously I took this information gathering now. What did I find out? In the library I found the basic facts of life including information about masturbation. From the other boys I heard about "blow jobs." I had a hard time believing that took place between two males. I started to experiment with the information I had gathered about masturbation in the privacy of my room. It wasn't very long before I confirmed the findings! It probably took me three tries before I had my first orgasm. These were dry at first but within a month I started getting a clear fluid. The discovery of sexual gratification gave rise to fantasies. Was my brother doing this with the men under the bridge? I could understand why he would want to. Was he giving these men blow jobs? I started to think of my brother in sexual situations. This led to my masturbating thinking of watching my brother. My thoughts were of homosexual encounters but I didn't think of myself as homosexual until years later. I did not have any same sex relations as a teen. My brother did continue his explorations and this became known to my parents and others in town. It wasn't said openly but it put a distance between my brother and the family until he left for college. I found out later that my brother had had quite a number of experiences that summer with many men. He had even had anal intercourse under that bridge at fifteen. I kept any of my sexual interest hidden until I went away to school. I did talk to my brother about his being gay years later and talked in a very general way about his summer activities. I never told him that I thought of him in my sexual fantasies when young. He knows I am gay but we are not close. I think my parent's religious attitude created a sense of guilt around both of us and we are not close for that reason. That is my story; not terribly erotic but true." 80. Clyde "When I was a boy it was not unusual for boys to play naked in the woods or beside a stream. I had seen a good two dozen penises by the time I was ten but I knew not of pubes because most boys back then did not get them until they were thirteen or fourteen. Most boys I knew were not circumcised and I did not see a boy that was until I went to a holiday camp at age thirteen. We played a few games involving being bound and "interrogated" and on occasion showed ourselves erect but there was no overt sex play. We did touch one another and make the prisoners stiff so I guess that could be considered masturbatory but it was "boy games" and not sexual. Most boys did not think of sex until about twelve and then our knowledge of the opposite sex was limited. My interest began unconsciously. I was twelve and a half and had begun growing, I know this because my legs were becoming too long for my trousers. My penis was still an inch or so, two if you considered my foreskin which still was a long pointed affair. I did notice a change in my scrotum. It seemed to have gotten slightly darker than my very white skin and my testicles hung down more. I noticed these changes because my penis seemed to be standing out rather more often than I remember. I began to check myself in the mirror to see why that might be the case. It was in handling my foreskin and testicles that I noticed a tingling pleasure. With my more frequent inspections this pleasure recurred and I found this had become a habit within a few weeks. I must mention an older boy, Gavin that was an admired rugby forward at our school. He was fourteen and had magnificent thighs, quite developed. I had seen him lounging and had noticed his muscularity. It was while inspecting myself one day that I looked on my average thighs and thought of Gavin's. I was manipulating my foreskin quite firmly at this image when I was seized with a desire to agitate it vigorously. A rapid peak of excitement went through my penis and I felt faint, weak at the knees. My penis throbbed with my heartbeat and I felt transported. I was not scared as some have reported; on the contrary, I was delighted. I thought of Gavin often, he was handsome with blue eyes, both in school and later in my room. He did notice my looking at him but nothing came of it but a smile and a few kind words. I did engage in some sexual activity with another boy at age thirteen, we groped each other tentatively in jest and this led to a number of sessions of mutual masturbation. I was interested in his penis but rather embarrassed by that and behaving rudely in front of another was somewhat inhibiting; I found masturbating alone with my fantasies less so. It was my seventeenth year when I entered into a relationship with an older boy by a year. I was submissive and he had me suck his penis which shocked me in that I liked being made to do this and tasting his taste which became arousing. He used me roughly when he neared his orgasm and I was inexpert at swallowing his ejaculate. I coughed and spluttered which made a mess. He did return the favor a few times. This relationship lasted nearly six months and I was soon on my way to more advanced experiences in my very late teens after leaving home." 81. Joseph "My older brother let me watch him jack off when I was 11 and he was 13. I knew that "white stuff" came out, I heard this somehow but seeing it was something I'll never forget. My brother was hard as steel and jacking super hard, his cock head was purple and angry looking. Right before he shot he huffed out, "Watch! Watch!" Two huge jets shot up and several others rolled out of his swollen cock head. It was an incredible display. I was frantic with excitement and, yes, hard in my pants. I got to touch it, his messy spluge, I mean. My brother never let me watch all the way again, he would tease me, though; by saying he was going to jerk off or let me see his boner. He knew I was interested but I was just his little brother and it wasn't a sexual thing for him. I jerked from 11 on and was doing this with several guys from age 12. Watching them come, by age 13 we were getting pearly ropes, always got me off. I would hold off coming until they did. Watching come coming from a cock is my favorite turn on and still gets me off to this day." 82. Adrien "I probably had touched my penis before but I distinctly remember starting to masturbate at age ten. My parents had gotten a computer and I remember going on the web when both of my parents were out of the house to find out anything about sex. I found tons. I would masturbate sitting in a chair in front of the screen for a good half an hour. I would strip naked very soon after finding material and I could and would have a dozen orgasms, dry, in that amount of time. I started slowly and had my first orgasms about five minutes apart but I could often get a series of peaks at about one minute intervals. Near the end of my endurance I could have four or five orgasms in quick succession in five minutes. I would be exhausted. I could only do this when I was sure that my parents were gone for certain so I only did this once a week. I did masturbate when I could but I had to be secretive as my parents were disapproving types when it came to sex. Neither of my parents knew about a memory cache of sites visited and fortunately I found out about it first and got rid of the evidence of my activity or I would have been punished severely. I would masturbate very rapidly when my parents were home to hide my activity. I could get to an orgasm in about a minute. I would go to the bathroom or in my bedroom and I'd be erect in 10 seconds and be near an orgasm in 30 more and have my orgasm before a minute passed. These were dry until I reached twelve and it became harder to reach an orgasm that quickly and hide the results. This is what started me down the path to sex with other boys, trying to get some time away from my parent's prying eyes. I started going to other boy's houses and masturbating with them in their bathrooms and bedrooms. This led to more advanced behavior and I became a rebellious teen and suffered for it at home. I put up with endless crap from my parents until I left home at eighteen. I never discussed any of my personal life with either of them and endured veiled innuendo about my friends and my "associations" without ever telling my parents anything. I don't talk to them anymore and I never will discuss my private life with them." 83. Carl "There is one thing that happened to me when I was thirteen that determined my main sexual interest for the rest of my life - being humiliated especially when it involves scat or water sports. I was already masturbating and had been coming but I had no specific fantasies, I just was doing it. I didn't even think I was focused on men at that point. What happened was this. I was with my family visiting my uncle's family after school ended for the year. They had a place near a large lake and I went out with my uncle fishing on his small boat, it didn't have a cabin or anything like that, it was just an open metal boat with a small electric motor. I was not really looking forward to it as I felt uncomfortable around my uncle, nothing sexual, just he didn't seem to like me. He was kind of a jerk to everyone to be honest about it. My uncle was really into fishing, he had all sorts of gear like an electronic depth finder and he had scheduled places he wanted to visit at certain times, etc. He was serious about this hobby. We had been out on the lake for several hours and I was bored with the whole thing after about an hour or two but my uncle had no intention of returning to the dock for another hour or more, Saturday was his fishing day. The problem was I had to defecate. I held it for as long as I could but finally I said something to my uncle about having to go. He gave me an angry look and said that we would be back in an hour implying that I should hold on. I tried for about five minutes but I knew I couldn't hold it. I told my uncle I really had to go bad. He said, really annoyed, that we couldn't put ashore because this area was a private part of the lake and he could get in trouble. I didn't care and was afraid I was going to shit my pants. I was desperate and told my uncle I had to go real bad. What happened next is what set my fantasies in place forever. My uncle gave me a look of disgust and told me to pull my pants down and do it over the side. I was mortified and humiliated but I had to go. I'll never forget my uncle saying, "Go ahead. Do your dirty business." (That phrase, "Do your dirty business" is in my head when I fantasize even today.) I pulled down my pants and underwear and squatted over the edge of the boat. My uncle didn't turn away but watched me as I relieved my bowels. Even though I went right away, I had to give four or five grunts. I was trying not to pee myself as well. I was blushing red from the effort, the humiliation and my uncle watching. His demeanor had changed from disgust to barely hidden amusement at my predicament. I did have the feeling that my uncle was getting a sexual kick out of seeing me so humiliated before him. I finished and pulled my pants up. My uncle was smiling in a demeaning way and said, "Well, I guess we have to go back now so you can wipe your ass." I couldn't reply or even look at my uncle. We got back and my uncle said I should go in and clean up. I remember being asked if I had a good time and that was embarrassing and I saw my uncle smiling but I don't think he said anything outright but he did say things later indirectly. I was asked if I wanted to go fishing again by my mother and my uncle said, "I don't think Carl is cut out for fishing. You don't want to go out again, do you?" He enjoyed embarrassing me then and later it always was there, unstated but there between us. I relived the experience in my memory but somehow I found it arousing. I thought of being humiliated by older boys and then men, never my uncle though. I masturbated thinking of this and then I masturbated on the toilet. I even went so far as to defecate outside which I found better to think of later than when I was actually doing it. I am into humiliation and really enjoy seeing it in movies. There have been a few times when I saw little kids have "accidents" and I later masturbated to the memory. I think it is the inescapable shame that I find emotionally arousing and the look of degrading superiority that adds to the emotional feeling that heightens my pleasure." 84. Gerhard "Here is the true and funny story of my first orgasm. I was twelve and was experiencing frequent erections which I found uncomfortable and embarrassing. They happened without warning in school and at home and at the most inopportune times. There were other times when I was alone and I could rearrange my stiffened member or lower my underwear to examine my stubbornly hard state. I found an itchy pleasure in touching my penis but it was a nervous type of excitement, not unpleasant but I was very jumpy and anxious. It was one very late afternoon and I was to take a bath before dinner, I was still bathing and not showering at this age, and as I undressed after a sweaty afternoon of sport I erected as I got naked. As the water ran into the tub, I, for whatever reason, decided to let the warm water from the faucet run over my erection. I kneeled down and put my erection under the running stream. This created a very pronounced hot, itching sensation almost like an electric current was running from my penis up through my spine. I pulled back and then reintroduced my member into the stream; the sensations returned. I did this several times and the excitement grew for me. I thrust my hips forward trying to force the water to hit my penis more directly. I leaned back and put the tip of my penis under the most forceful part of the stream. An overwhelming feeling came upon me and I threw my head back and gasped out loud as I had my first orgasm. After several waves of pleasure wracked my body, I unfortunately fell backwards, splashing water out of the tub and creating enough noise that I was heard by my mother downstairs. I was trying to recover from the most intense experience of my young life and my mother was calling upstairs, "What are you doing, Gerhard? You better not be making a mess. Are you getting water on the floor?" I heard her voice getting louder and panicked thinking she might come upstairs. "Everything is fine, Mother. Don't come up," I called down. I didn't want my mother to see me naked with an erection. When your mother hears you say, "Don't come upstairs" she knows something needs investigating. I did my best to hide my nakedness and was scolded for getting the floor wet. My mother did not see my genitals as I had my legs curled as I sat in the tub. This experience led to my investigating the "electric properties" of my erection in the privacy of my room. I found I could recreate the bathroom sensations, although more slowly, by using my fingers. I did try the water from the faucet again on many occasions with similar results but, being forewarned, I did not collapse backwards and create a tsunami of water! I masturbated from this point in my life and I soon was producing some clear liquid. Our class received sex instruction shortly after this and I understood what I had experienced." 85. Michael "I was a "bad boy" as a kid, like Bart Simpson not a real juvenile delinquent. I liked breaking rules and seeing what I could get away with and I got in trouble but this was suburbia and mild disobedience was seen as a crime. In fourth grade, just as I was ten years old, I started getting a rise from what was in my pants. I handled my spike when hard and enjoyed it but I didn't know about jacking off. I learned from an older boy who saw me with tented shorts and handling my boner in school. He invited me over and said he could teach me something I would really like. He taught me plenty in a couple of weeks. I learned to jack, I jacked him off and saw him come, he had me suck his dirty and tasty cock and he took me from behind. I became a sex-obsessed "bad boy" from then on. I thought about sex most of the time and did it with abandon. I got in trouble for luring one of my more innocent classmates into jacking but that didn't stop me. As a matter of fact nearly half of the boys in my class weren't "innocent" when it came to sex play. I kept this up for years with kids my age and then younger ones once I reached thirteen and fourteen. It is good to be a "bad boy." 86. Sam "Here's my memory. It was summer vacation. I roamed around wearing just cut off shorts, no under wear, no shirt, no shoes. I would masturbate at any time, out in the fields, beside a stream, in the woods on a log. I can remember laying down on a dirt fire road in the sun, unzipping and jerking off in the heat. I smeared my come on me to dry and went off to swim in a stream. The khaki shorts I wore every day were stained from sweat, dirt and semen. I was out in the sun so much that my skin tanned bronze, darker than my shorts even though I was a fair blond as a kid. I wish I had them today as a trophy of being twelve on summer vacation." (conversation) 87. Hunter "Okay, here's one. After soccer practice my friend Michael and me would chill out in his family room and watch TV until my parents got home. Michael sitting in one chair with me in another and we sort of faced each other. One time, Michael was sitting there and reached up the leg of his shorts to adjust himself and I noticed it. He noticed my noticing it. We both laughed and then Michael reached up and jiggled his cock. I did the same. Michael pulled his cock out and shook it. I did the same. We waved cocks, showed balls a few times for the hell of it and had a good laugh. Did it lead to anything more? No, we didn't become jerk off buddies and nothing else happened unless you consider my fantasizing about what could have happened. We were twelve by the way." (conversation) 88. Chris "I was friends with a guy named Andrew when I was 11. I hadn't thought about sex yet. Andrew was 11 and he was crazy, he would try all sorts of crazy shit. We were hanging around in our underwear and wrestling like WWF. I was actually bigger than Andrew but he was stronger. We went back and forth playing and Andrew, he didn't like being called Andy, had gotten me down a few times and started more humping me than wrestling. He then got up off me and looked into his underpants. He had a boner for sure. A second later he yanked his underwear down for me to see his boner. I wouldn't have done this but like I said Andrew did crazy stuff. Then, without saying a word, Andrew went for my underwear and slid it down enough to see my dick. I didn't stop him. He touched it a few times which we both liked and then Andrew got on top of me and rubbed his boner on my dick and balls. I never would've thought of doing this and I thought it was great. I got a full boner. Andrew went at it for a minute or two, pushing harder and harder. He then rolled off me and on his back jerked his cock until he got off panting like a dog. I just watched that time. We had quite a few WWF bouts after that. Andrew taught me about jerking off. We ended up jerking each other a few times but mostly we rolled off and got off on our own after humping. We did suck dick once or twice but we didn't get off on that and stuck to wrestling with a jerk off to finish." 89. Callum "I did my business quick as a lad of twelve, thirteen as I had four sisters and three brothers. I'd wank every afternoon like clockwork at 3:30. I'd start to get erect heading for the loo. I'd have my pants half down, take a seat and get to it. My nards would be up in no time and I'd pulse out a few shots in a minute, clean up in another minute or two and be out on me way. I'd do it in bed before I went to sleep and sometimes in the morning." 90. Joey "I was seven and one of my uncles, Greg, was about fifteen or sixteen. It was at some family get together and there weren't enough beds for everyone which didn't matter to me because Uncle Greg and I were going to `camp out' in the rec room which was downstairs and, most importantly, out of the way. We had pillows and blankets on the floor and we played video games and did other stuff until late. We were both in our underpants for bed and, of course, we wrestled around like you do with your uncle. I can say that I became aware that my Uncle Greg had quite a lot in his underwear. Maybe I noticed this earlier but I definitely noticed it when we were wrestling. He was giving me the chance to win and this resulted in his running his hands over my bottom with him underneath and me on top. I loved it and giggled with pleasure. The feel of his skin on mine and his smell made me excited, not just erect, I was erect, but generally thrilled with our intimate contact. Uncle Greg rolled me off him and ran his fingers lovingly over my chest. I was laughing out loud and Uncle Greg gave me the `shhh' sign to be quiet. He took down my underpants and played with my stiff nail. I wiggled as he masturbated me and then groaned and tensed as I had my first orgasm. Uncle Greg ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss on the forehead. He then proceeded to lower his underpants, freeing his thick cock and huge balls. I was in awe as Uncle Gregg began handling that fat member. He invited me to jerk him as I had seen him do it. It was like holding a hot sausage. When Uncle Greg got close he took over and shot a huge load onto his stomach. I was dumbstruck but fascinated. I could smell his semen in the air. Uncle Greg wiped up with his t-shirt and tucked his package away. He told me not to tell and we both went to sleep satisfied. This never happened again but I know that Uncle Greg wasn't just big to a seven year old. Years later, when I had a better idea of cock size, I confirmed that Uncle Greg had a big package period. I masturbated from that day forward and I am always on the lookout for big cocks to play with." 91. Rabbit "I used to go out in the woods with my friend Bull for sex at thirteen. We took an old blanket and a couple of porno mags. We'd lay out the blanket and lay there reading the porn. I'd get naked right away; there was a slight risk of discovery which I found exciting. Bull was reluctant, in fact he was reluctant about everything but he did it eventually. I had a nice long hanging dick and balls with just a little pubic hair. I'd get hard right away. I'd have to reach into Bull's pants to get him going but I loved feeling his cock. It was bigger and way thicker than mine, Bull's balls were bigger too and he had more hair above his cock. He had the nickname of "the Bull" from me because of his being a thick , chunky guy, not for his cock. I got the nickname "the Rabbit" from doing everything fast including coming. I would get off two or three times in our sessions, Bull only once. We would read the porn, I'd get naked and hard and come right off the bat. I didn't shoot much of anything even though I had pubes. I'd work Bull's cock from outside then inside his pants and then, when he was excited enough, get him to take his pants down and get naked too. I'd jerk him, he was still reading the magazine mostly, thinking about the women. I was thinking about his thick cock. Bull didn't want me to suck him but sometimes I got to. Bull thought it was "queer" for a guy to suck another guy. He wasn't wrong in my case. Bull sometimes let me get on him and rub my cock against his. I'd come quick, no jizz the second time. Bull thought this was funny, my coming so fast – like a rabbit. The most common thing that would happen is that Bull would get on me and use his big and now fully erect cock to fuck my crotch and dick and balls. I loved this and Bull was so close to taking my ass in his efforts, if I had only known but, knowing Bull, he wouldn't have done it, it being "queer" and all. Bull would stop when he got close, I could tell by the swollen size of his cock. He'd get up and jerk himself off into the leaves, mostly to avoid getting jizz on his parent's picnic blanket. Sometimes Bull would turn away so I couldn't see him come, I think he wanted to think of only women when he came but I got mad not seeing and he let me watch him after that. He would stand there and watch me as I jerked while I looked at his big messy cock slowly droop down. Bull was slow to rise, slow to get off, and slow to fall. I could get off one or sometimes two more times watching Bull detumesce. What a summer! That was a cock to remember. And Bull shooting his white cream ... I loved all of it. This is a case of a TRUE cock and Bull story!" Copyright 2016. All Rights Reserved.