Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2017 08:32:57 -0500 (EST)
From: Five Hole Punch <fiveholepunch@comcast.net>
Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories  Supplement Eight

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Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Eight

120.  Tom

"I had no clue about sex and no sexual experiences until I was twelve.
Seriously, I didn't even think about how dogs had puppies or cats had
kittens.  I was completely naïve.  I was an only child, very shy, and
went to a very small Christian grade school with only two boys my age.

My first sexual encounter was with a boy I hardly knew.  I had been invited
to swim at the house of one of my dad's clients as a courtesy, having a
pool was "being rich" to us.  The other family had a twelve year old boy,
Ian, and an eight year old girl.  I had swim trunks but didn't know how to
swim so I just played in the water with Ian, throwing a ball in the shallow
end, splashing around.  I was so shy that it was uncomfortable to play with
someone I didn't know.  We were going to have a cookout for lunch and we
both went back to change into shorts and shirts.

On the way down a hall, Ian gestured silently for me to follow him into a
side room.  I think it was an old laundry room but was now being used to
store old bicycles, odd sports equipment, seasonal clothing, etc.  Ian
looked down the hall to see if anyone was around and closed the door
quietly.  "What was the big secret" I wondered?  There was enough room to
stand a few feet apart.  I remember this as one of the most unexpected
happenings in my life.  Ian, who was in Speedos, stepped back near the door
and, smiling, without a word, slid his Speedos down, revealing his hanging
penis and scrotum.  I stared for a long moment at what he revealed.  I had
seen other boy's immature penises once or twice at school but no one had
intentionally shown me theirs.

I looked up and Ian said, "Show me yours."  I untied my suit and pulled it
down.  Ian looked at mine for a long moment.  Again, without a word, Ian
handled his penis and made it erect.  He showed that to me with genuine
pride.  Then, this whole event was only a few minutes, Ian pulled up his
suit and said, "Let's go get dressed," which we did separately, me in the
bathroom, Ian in his room.

I never saw Ian again but he became the object of wonder in my imagination.
I can see his square face and blonde cowlick, his tall, thinnish body, and
his hairless-but-darkening penis and scrotum.  We both had no hair and we
were both circumcised.  I thought of him and our encounter.  I touched my
penis and made it hard, which was pleasing to me, but I didn't have a
building of sexual excitement, just nice feelings.

The next event changed my life.  I went to a larger Christian school for
seventh and eighth grades.  I was still shy and didn't mix in with the
other boys beyond the most general way.  I always liked to read and in the
library there were contemporary magazines.  This event gives you an
indication of how naïve I was about sexual matters.  I was in the
library looking at magazines, standing behind a four foot bookcase.  In one
of the magazines was an ad for Tommy Hilfiger underwear.  It had a male
model in briefs and a bathrobe, open to show the underwear.  In that
underwear was a clear indication of the model's endowments.  I studied that
picture.  I noticed that I had become erect in my pants and I felt some
sort of urgency as my erection pushed forward, my testicles seemed to have
pulled up tight into a ball.  I reached for my tented fly, out of sight
because I was behind the bookcase from the chest down, to adjust my
erection.

When I touched the outside of my pants, I felt an intense burning at the
head of my penis.  I grabbed the end to move it and the feeling became so
intense that I gasped as I felt my penis give a big throb.  I started to
uncontrollably pee my pants. I had to grab the bookcase to keep from
collapsing at my knees.  My penis kept pulsing even though I tried to stop
peeing and I felt a messy wetness in my underwear.  I was mortified at
wetting my pants in school and scared that I was medically sick, I didn't
know anything about orgasms or ejaculation.  I closed the magazine and
almost ran to the boy's bathroom.

When I got there, I was relieved that there was only a small amount of
wetness showing outside my pants, I had thought I had peed enough to make a
huge spot.  I went into a stall and undid my trousers to try to dry my
underwear with toilet paper.  That is when I noticed that I didn't pee my
pants, there was no yellow and the smell wasn't of pee.  The wetness was
different than watery pee and the smell was like nothing I knew.  I was
confused.  Maybe I was sick but I felt okay now.  Later, at home, I noticed
that there was only a light stain and a stiffness to my underwear.

When I thought about what had happened I remembered the picture in the
magazine and I got erect thinking about it.  I had a fluttering feeling.  I
decided to steal the picture from the magazine, not easy to do, and having
done so I felt very guilty at being a thief of such a picture.  I had an
erection from the excitement of seeing the picture again and trying to
steal it.  When I looked at it at home in the privacy of my room I erected
immediately and, remembering Ian, played with my penis.  I had a tremendous
orgasm and ejaculation in about thirty seconds. My watery sperm shot all
over my bureau and I hurriedly cleaned up this fluid that came out of my
penis.  What was this?  Why did seeing this picture cause this?  I repeated
this experiment for days always with the same result.  I thought I had
found something from another dimension.

I guess my parents got wind of my maturing gonads and my dad gave me a
handout explaining the "change from a boy to man."  He asked if I had any
questions and I was too embarrassed to ask anything.  I became an underwear
ad enthusiast and also studied the boys and men around me, imagining what
sort of penis they all had beneath their trousers.  I had no idea that I
was gay, or what gay was, until I heard other boys talking about it.  But,
I knew that was what I was even though I had no clue what it meant.  I knew
that I couldn't let anyone know including my parents.  They knew before I
did and distanced themselves but without rejecting me completely.  I only
sought out relationships once I went to college."


121.  George

"The earliest sexual experience I recall was around age 6 or 7.  There were
a couple older (still pre-pubescent) latch-key girls who lived across the
street, and very interested in boys' anatomies.  One summer day they came
over to my backyard and proposed some play-doctor game of show me yours and
you can see mine, but I had to be examined first.  As we 3 youngsters "hid"
behind a large elm tree, the two lascivious girls pulled my shorts and
Carters down to the ground and started to handle my small one inch loosely
circumcised penis and single testicle ball sac.

(As a young boy I had an undescended testicle which required regular doctor
visits to monitor.  I was ordered to stand in front of the seated doctor,
pull up my shirt and take down my pants and underpants (white briefs) so he
could see and feel me closely.  He spent a good deal of time touching and
looking as I stood in front of him, my bare boy-butt clearly on display to
anyone who might enter the room. I watched the doctor very closely and now
distinctly remember his fingers pushing the scrotum forward to conduct the
examination. Got to thinking back about how upset I got with the testicle
exams. Not so much the exams themselves, but a conversation the doctor had
at some point with my mother while I was present. Doctor advised mom that
surgical intervention would be necessary if the testicle failed to descend
on its own. No timetable, but "soon."  This really freaked me out!
Probably because I had a hospital experience (tonsillectomy) only a couple
years before, and really did not enjoy it ... especially the idea of having
to use a bedpan!  I remember feeling so indignant about that: I'm a big boy
now, and can go to the potty just like I'm supposed to. The experience of
being asked if I needed to go, then being assisted with the placement of my
body on the pan and a nurse holding my penis and cleaning my butt
afterwards was over the top!  Fortunately for me, perhaps 6 months later,
nature finally took its course and my little right ball went to its proper
place.)

Back to the play doctor game. The older girl found a couple twigs, one very
small and the other somewhat thicker. She used the small one to first tease
the tiny penis and then, holding the limp organ firmly, inserted the twig
into its peehole.  Meanwhile her sister was attempting to introduce the
larger stick into my bottomhole.  Of course a neighbor happened to witness
this crude sex play and the fun was abruptly stopped, though not before I
felt some pain in both my sensitive places.  All three of us were harshly
reprimanded and I was never allowed to play with the sisters again.

A few years later, I began to play doctor with the next-door neighbor boy
who was two school grades ahead and far more developed 'down there' than I
was.

We met on Sunday mornings, at his house in the living room with a large
dark green scratchy couch while our parents were at church, and the excuse
was to do homework together.  I would carry some books next door and ring
the front door bell and stand on the open front porch for awhile just to
convince any snoopy neighbors that nothing unusual was happening.

Not long after sitting down in the living room he would ask, "So do you
want to fool around?"  Somehow the answer was always yes, so he started
right into his doctor routine and would get very excited, even flush faced.
By the time I was allowed to unzip and open his pants (he wore white briefs
also) --- he was always rock hard.

Getting Mike nude was much later in the process as I was always the
patient, he the doctor, and he always remained clothed during my
examinations except maybe one time he was only in his briefs and I could
easily see how much fun he was having with me.

I protested that on several occasions because I wanted to see and feel him
soft and watch him grow.  I know he got excited seeing and feeling my small
and bare private areas, while I was thrilled by his short but thick hairy
penis and large balls which were fun to handle and fondle.

Mike had a collection of magazines and brochures with black and white
photos of briefs-clad and nude undeveloped boys and early developing teens.
I enjoyed looking at the pictures as they would give me tinglies in my
tummy and genitals.

But he would only let me see them if I stood in front of him while he sat
on the scratchy old green couch and had his way with me: slowly stripped me
down to my white underpants, then with legs spread wide, examined and
fondled me very thoroughly with the briefs on, and after he pulled them
down and off.  He also introduced me to belt spankings, sometimes laying on
the couch and sometimes laying on the floor with a couch pillow under my
tummy. The belt whippings began with the protection of underpants, but then
also on my bare bottom and thighs, back and front. Front thigh spankings
gave him another opportunity to observe, squeeze, and handle my pale and
smooth pubescent boy parts.....he really loved it.

So I was the patient for Mike, but became the doctor with my younger
brother.  We would have marathon Monopoly games and the winner would get
the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to the loser. My brother lost many
games so I had the chance to practice my newly learned examination,
spanking, and fondling techniques quite extensively on him.

Because he was shy we would begin with him laying face down on his small
single bed, naked except for his white brief underpants. With my left hand
squeezing a butt cheek to hold him down, I would snake my right hand up
under from behind in search of his hidden naughty boy bits.  As I found and
began fondling his penis and ball sac through his briefs, he began to moan
and writhe about---too much movement and a sharp hand spanking would
commence.

After the spanking settled him down, he was ordered to turn over and lay on
his back so I had complete uninhibited access. Following brief inspection
of his still covered front, I slowly pulled down his underpants, removed
them, then pushed his legs wide apart to continue my examination and
fondling in methodical detail. His genitals were small and undeveloped at
that time, but his little cut cock would get hard and he had a couple
beginning stray blond pubic hairs here and there around the smooth soft
ballsac which contained his young firm testicles ... very cute and fun to
squeeze, stretch, tickle, and intimately explore from pleasure to
discomfort.

The next door neighbor boy who enjoyed playing doctor on me was the first
(and only) friend who wanted to introduce his penis to my bottomhole and
beyond, as he said he and his cousin routinely enjoyed each other. I was
game for enjoying stuff, but perhaps for lack of lubrication or my anxiety
about his cock size he made it only to the entrance. My consequences for
agreeing to the activity but failing to follow through was a naked butt,
hand and belt spanking, followed by uncomfortable penis, scrotum, and
boyhole "examination"....... and a mildly coerced 69 to finish up. Mike
always encouraged me to swallow his copious cums and, after some practice,
I found his milk tasty. We agreed to confine future activities to strip
searches, doctoring, spanking, and mutual relief.

Mike also staged some spanking "games" with me and a couple other boys at
the same time. We were all ordered to the old coal bin in the basement,
then take off our pants and one by one lay face down with our underpants
still on. Mike would hand spank each of us while the others looked on, then
peel down our briefs for a bare butt belt whipping. Following that he would
make us spread our cheeks so he could poke and examine our bottomholes
while pretending to take our temperature. I remember it being much more
exciting than painful, and especially when we insisted he take a spanking
from us ... he liked it when we examined and fondled his cock and sac
during and after his spanking.

I had some fun with a couple friends individually.  We were pubescent and
very interested in all the hows and whys.  My parent's idea of sex
education was the gift of a book at Christmas which talked about general
physiology and changes during puberty, along with nice hand-drawn
illustrations.

One at a time I would review the book with a friend; we'd start to get
excited and then I suggested that we adjourn to the tiny fruit cellar in
the basement under the stairs where we might explore each other privately.
We went down, closed the door to the cellar where it was pitch dark and,
standing face to face, started to take down our trousers.

The agreement was we could feel each other in our underpants and then
naked.  It was very exciting, though one friend wore boxer shorts which
made it more difficult to feel his genitals.  After awhile we would slide
our underpants down and allow complete access to our little cocks and
balls.  One of my friends had already developed a bit of pubic hair which
was fun to run my fingers through as I fondled him.  Our boycocks usually
got hard and the feelings of someone else examining you were fantastic. We
never had orgasms, but just a great deal of fun groping and feeling about
how each other's parts felt.

In junior high school I became a locker-room voyeur.  Never enjoyed gym
class much, but the changing and showers were a complete joy.  Athletic
supporters were optional in junior high, mandatory in senior high, and
there were random jock checks during roll call when you had to pull down
the front of your gym shorts to show your jock.

Most boys wore white brief underpants in those days, so it was a nice
parade in the locker room, then when we all had to change out of our
underpants into jocks, even more eye candy!

There were swimming classes as part of phys-ed; for boys swim suits were
not allowed, nor in senior high so there were many great sights.  We were
expected to soap shower thoroughly before pool, and the gym teacher
inspected us as we exited the shower room - mostly by rubbing our arms or
wrists to see if anything came off.  If he sent us back to the showers to
get clean, we earned a whistle cord across the bare butt after roll call.
Sometimes the coach would lean down to test the ankles of some of the boys
- I like to think now that he did that when he wanted a better look at some
nicely developing boy.

In junior high, there was plenty of variety: very small and bare like me,
to sparse pubic hair and growing genitals, to surprisingly hirsute young
men with adult size penis and testicles. So much fun to watch and learn!

I watched a couple boys with great interest in 8th or 9th grade
locker-rooms.  Gary was a carrot-top fireplug but very athletic and went
out for all sports.  He had a little ginger bush above a stubby boy cock
and small-apple round scrotum; always changed out of white briefs into a
jockstrap, and took a lot of time with a towel between his legs after
showers (showing off?).  While a warm shower generally caused a lot of
boys' genitals to hang a little lower, his never did.  I always tried to
get a locker near his so I could watch, although the "jocks" usually liked
to be together.

Marvin was a very slender average height boy who played varsity basketball.
This kid was baby smooth, tiny balls, but had a flaccid pencil-penis that
had to be at least 8 inches long.  I watched in awe as he walked to the
showers, cock bouncing from thigh to thigh, and it seemed that he didn't
mind showing off despite his quiet demeanor.  How could such a small guy be
so big "down there" I wondered.

I did not have naked doctor exams as a kid, but had my first as a young
teen when I had to get a physical for a summer job with the city.  I worked
as a "pool attendant," which was just a series of various tasks at a
neighborhood swimming pool; including making sure boys did not run through
the wet tiled shower and locker rooms.  Much to my disappointment, there
were perhaps only one or two boys who ever paid attention to the "strict
rule" of nude soap showers before swimming, or who had (what I would
consider good sense) to strip off their suits after the pool and shower off
the chlorine.

Went to the health department rather scared because of several stories I'd
heard about Doc S.  But I wanted the job, so I showed up, and the nurse
told me to undress down to underpants.

Doc came in and did all the "normal" tests, then sat in his wheeled office
chair and closely watched me do several calisthenics (pushups, situps, bend
over touch your toes, walk across the room and back) in my white briefs.
It seemed we were finished after that, but my feelings of relief quickly
vanished when Doc asked me to stand in front of him (he was seated with his
desk behind him ). I did so, and he began to quite thoroughly feel me up
the front, back, and between the legs of my underpants.  Without warning he
slid my briefs down to my knees, and ordered me to take them off
completely.  I was now naked and embarrassed.

He pushed my thighs apart so I stood before him with legs spread fairly
wide and performed an aggressive hernia check, then much more feeling
around. He ordered me to walk across the room again and back as he watched
carefully. I was quite excited but don't recall getting hard - maybe just
slightly. Then he asked me to turn around and do 5 or 6 slow toe touches as
he sat behind me and observed my hairless butt crack and boy hole.  When I
finished he ordered me to face him again, legs wide apart so he could
re-examine my very early pubescent penis and testicles much more.  I felt
more butterflies in my stomach and got semi-firm before he completed his
inspections.  Though very embarrassed, I recall his hands being quite warm
and comfortable on my genitals."


122. Mark

"Here are the three teenage events I remember.  One, age twelve.  I went to
a friend's house and we got to talking about sex and masturbation came up.
I hadn't done this yet and never talked about it with anyone.  He asked me
if I wanted to know how to do it and we went into the bathroom.  Lee pulled
his shorts and boxers down and started to jerk his three incher with one
hand.  He hung his balls over the elastic of his boxers and I remember
thinking how much bigger they were than mine.  Lee had no hair yet.  After
a few minutes Lee said he was "almost there."  He jerked more determinedly
and then took his hand off his erection; it jerked up one, two, then three
times of its own accord. He then showed me a slight sticky clear film on
his cockhead, nothing much.  That was my only lesson and we never repeated
anything sexual again. I wasn't ready to come for a year down the road.

Two, age fifteen.  I was over at my aunt's house with my mom and little
sister and I went to use the bathroom.  I finished taking my piss and
started to handle my swelling cock a little.  There were two mirrors on the
wall and I saw myself in one.  In an instant I decided to try to jerk off.
I don't know why because I couldn't be gone long or it would seem odd.  I
started in, pulling my chinos and boxers down just enough with my left hand
and jerking with my right, ready to yank them up if anybody came up the
stairs; the door wasn't even locked!  I was watching myself in the mirror
above the sink and I was excited by the fear of discovery and more the need
to rush through the jerk.  The need to rush made it feel like one big
imminent come.  I looked down at my cock and wanted to stop to prolong the
pleasure but knew I couldn't.  I looked back to the mirror and made faces
as the danger of being found out made me feel I was on the edge.  I looked
back and forth about four times before I came in my hand and on the floor.
I grabbed a towel (!) and wiped my hands and the floor and had my pants up
in an instant.  Honestly, the time from finishing my piss, jerking and
having my pants up was no more than a minute and a half.  It was such a
good come that I tried to duplicate the speed at home but it wasn't the
same as the time at my aunt's.  I used to do it in public restrooms, which
was exciting for a while.

The third event, several actually, was when I was fifteen and sixteen.  I
jerked with some teammates when I was on the JV lacrosse team, only
jerking, nothing else.  We did this a couple of times in the showers but
about five or six times in Steve's rec room basement.  BTW, Steve's was the
first uncut cock I saw in real life.  The five or six of us that did this
were above average large in the cock department.  Wesley had the shortest
cock at about five and a half inches but it was a "beer can" cock, really
fat around.  I can see all of those cocks from our meetings to this day, it
was a sausage fest for sure.  Each of us shot like five or six ropes
minimum looking at porn on the internet to "get interested."  This was my
last gay experience.  I am married and have a kid now.  When I fantasize
about gay sex I think back to the guys in Steve's basement."


123.  Todd

"First time sucking, eight.  Was a ten year old neighbor.  Had me go down
on him in his living room.  I liked him enough to put his dick in my mouth.
He returned the favor.  Intense, but didn't get a come, don't know if he
did.  Next, three boys from the neighborhood, me nine and my friend from
school, his older brother and his friend.  The older brother, twelve,
showed off for us.  He beat it HARD!  His balls were slamming.  He got a
little sperm.  Then he wiped it on me and his brother!  I was getting
pleasure but no orgasm until I hit eleven.  Jerked with a number of boys,
most of us no sperm.  I just got wet at eleven, precum.  I came at twelve
and went from there twice a day, every day.  Did it when I was sick with
the flu!  I cock watched and in eighth grade there was one boy who had an
obvious four incher swinging in his sweats.  It regularly got swole enough
that he poked out his pants semi-hard, drove me crazy!  I tried not to be
obvious in looking.  Got cruised in a park at fifteen and mutually sucked
and then got fucked a few times later, same guy."


124.  Rick

"My uncle drove a truck long haul for years.  When I was 13, 14, 15 I got
to go on a run with him for about a week each summer when I was out school.
It was great to be free from everything and see the country.  My uncle let
me do simple chores maintaining the truck and he let me try cigarettes.  He
told me he understood about a boy needing to jack off daily and he said he
needed to do it too.  I got to jack off in the cab going down the road,
above everyone else except other trucks.  My uncle liked to watch.  I saw
him jack in the sleeper and I jacked him and he jacked me.  That was all we
did, no sucking or anything else.  He was married at the time but I suspect
he probably did it with other men when he was on the road."


125.  Dan

"I love cock!  I enjoyed mine as a little kid but when I started with other
boys near puberty, watch out!  I was gung ho!  My first experience was with
Junior, real name Travis, when we were in 5th grade. I was 11 and he was
11.  We were in Junior's basement and somehow we started talking about
cocks and jacking.  We were going to have a school talk on puberty in class
near the end of the year and that's how the subject came up.  We both knew
about jacking and Junior said we should show cock.  I was all for it and
said "you first."  He pulled his jeans down and out came a big cock!  Twice
as big as mine.  I said, "Holy Shit!" and told him how big it was.  Junior
was physically bigger than most guys in the 5th grade but his cock was like
a 13 year old's.  He was hairless and uncut and his balls were big too.
Then I showed mine thru my fly, I'm cut.  I had it done when I was nine so
I knew what a foreskin was because I had one.

We went back and forth showing more and jacking our cocks some.  We had to
be careful as Junior's mom and sister were upstairs.  I was stiff and hard
most of the time but Junior's went up and down between showings.  Junior
said he could get come, I couldn't yet but I was getting close to getting
some precum.  I asked Junior to see his come and he agreed.  Junior jacked
it for less than 30 seconds, grunted, and then showed me a small smear of
clear fluid on his hand.  He had come but only a little bit.  We repeated
our showing and jacking together in his basement about 6 times before
Junior moved at the end of the year.  I wish I could see him grow over the
next few years!

After Travis, I started doing it with Robert who was in my school but we
started fooling around during the summer.  We started when we were 11 and
did it together until we were 12.  I won't forget Robbie's cock.  He had
the limpest cock I've ever seen.  His cock was longer than mine, uncut but
it wasn't thick.  His balls hung low too.  When we jacked, I would be hard
in no time but Robbie took forever to get half hard.  I was getting precum
and orgasms by now and Robbie was getting orgasms but no come.  When I saw
Robbie naked at the pool or in his room his cock was always hanging, it was
ridiculous.  If a 12 year old needed Viagra he would be it!  I also jacked
a few times with a guy named Zachary who was in my class.  He was cut and
got some come but he was an idiot and talked about doing it and our teacher
overheard and he got him and me in trouble.  We had done it a few times,
just jacking quickly, no coming, in the boys room with a few other boys.
They didn't get in trouble tho.

By far the best time was with Nathaniel, or Nate, we all had short
nicknames.  We go to his house or mine and look at pictures on the
computer.  We would take out our cocks and half the fun was looking at the
other guy.  Nate was a little older than me, 13, and he had a great cock.
He had a lot of dark hair and his cock was dark, fat and uncut.  I loved
feeling it and jacking it because it was so fat.  I really enjoyed his
foreskin and the slick feel, that's when I missed mine.  He dared me to
suck him and eventually I did but it took a lot of convincing.  I didn't
suck him to orgasm and Nate only put my cock in his mouth a few times, not
really sucking tho.  I liked the smell of his cock (and underwear!) and we
usually shot into our hands or a paper towel so we could see and smell our
come.

I moved when I was 13 and I didn't get to hook up with any guys in my new
school.  Some fake jerking in the showers as a joke but I had no sex life
in high school, just looking at cock on the internet."


126.  Ty

"When I was eight I would lie in bed in my underpants reading.  I would
rock back and forth against my soft blanket.  I would cross my lower legs
and hang them on my baseboard to increase the pressure on my erect penis.
I was definitely masturbating but I didn't have more than the sensual
pleasure of my body and my penis, no orgasms.

I had seen my dad's penis as a kid and it looked real big to me but when I
was ten I had an experience with and older cousin Tomas that redefined big
in my book.  Tomas was around fourteen or fifteen and we visited my aunt's
family a couple of times one year.  Tomas wasn't the brightest guy or good
looking by any stretch but he was nice to me when I visited.  He took me
out around the neighborhood.  Tomas had his bedroom set up in the basement
and he had a computer.  He showed me some porn and he asked me if I jerked
off.  I said no but I wasn't sure what he meant and he told me it was when
a guy rubbed his hard penis.  He asked me if I wanted to learn how and I
said yes.

Tomas took down his boxers and a huge cock hung down.  I was blown away, I
couldn't believe my eyes how big it was.  Tomas had four or five inches
hanging and plenty thick.  He was cut and the head was real flat.  Tomas
got hard and his cock looked like a big fat baseball bat, easy seven
inches.  It made his hairy balls look small compared to his cock.  Tomas'
cock and balls were impressive but ugly!  The cut job he had wasn't good
and with his small cap of a cockhead it didn't look any better.  Tomas
jerked it to porn on the computer and I am sure he got off on me watching.
He made funny faces and came which I thought was a mess but I saw it for
the first time.  I showed myself to Tomas the next day and he did it in
front of me again.  I imitated him and I was excited but didn't get off, I
didn't get off until I was eleven. I watched Tomas jerk off five times that
summer and it was a sight I won't ever forget.

I sucked my first cock when I was twelve.  I was forced to do this by the
class bully who lived on the way home from school.  Eddie was a movie
school bully like the guy in the movie, "Christmas Story."  He was big,
stocky and fat with a pig face.  He had a pug nose and beady eyes.  He
would intercept me on the way home from school and say something like "come
on over, I want to show you something" and take me around to the back door
of his house.  You couldn't run or he would pound you.

Eddie didn't waste much time getting to the point, he told me I was going
to have to suck his cock to leave.  We went out of sight of the sliding
glass door, Eddie was between me and escape.  I got on my knees and Eddie
unsnapped his jeans just enough and pulled his briefs down and got his
already erect cock out.  Eddie's cock was big for twelve, four inches and
fat, but after Tomas it didn't seem like much to me.  I was as long but not
near as thick and Eddie had hairs and his balls that would produce a couple
or three shots of white.  I sucked him for a minute, he pulled out to get
his pants down more.  He slid the skin off his cockhead and bent his cock
down.  After another minute sucking, he came in my mouth.  He pulled out
quickly, got his pants up and told me to get out.  After the first time I
could be in and out of there in five minutes.  I sucked Eddie maybe a dozen
or so times.  Eddie had made other guys suck him, including relatives, and
I think it caught up with him and he got pounded by his dad and that ended
that.

I jerked with two other guys when I was twelve and thirteen, not at the
same time.  Chris and me used to wander around a warehouse site during the
summer and there were some concrete buildings that were temporarily empty.
It was cool to go in there in the heat of the summer.  We'd be in sneakers
and jeans but no t-shirt.  Laying on the floor would cool us down.  I guess
it was just being in a deserted place but we decided to jerk and we opened
our jeans and this led to us jerking each other to intense orgasms.  I
think it was because we were alone and doing it with each other was exactly
like what we wanted to do when we did it by ourselves.  It was like we knew
exactly what the other guy was thinking, it was like doing it to ourselves.
I had started to get some clear come at twelve.  The last guy was Johnny
Mac and we had sleepovers.  We'd be in the basement staying up late
watching movies in just our underwear and we would jerk off but mostly just
us doing ourselves and not the other guy.  We both had creamy come and we
had to clean up with TP.

That was it for boyhood experiences for me.  When I think back, I jerk off
to the sight of Tomas' big cock and think of being forced to suck Eddie
again."


127.  Donnelly

"I didn't write in before because so much happened that I didn't think I
could write it all down.  Here is a lot of what happened.

I remember going to my aunt's house and we could run around "naked as wild
Indians."  Me and my cousin were 5 and we had loin cloths and sticks for
bows and arrows.  He was a little bigger than me and I liked looking at his
muscled butt.  There was a blowup pool and we were completely naked when we
played in it.  I don't remember getting hard at 5 but maybe.  I don't
remember if anything happened at night but we were in the same bed so it
could've.

I first masturbated at age 7.  I was at the beach and went off into some
dunes and layed there drying off.  It was the heat of the sun and I was
feeling it on my skin and I reached into my hot suit and played with my
"pp" for some reason.  I got hard and I moved my foreskin in my fingers and
it felt great.  I was a little worried about being caught but I kept doing
it and doing it.  I had my eyes closed and my mouth open and I came with a
loud "Oh!"  I kept my hand on my "pp" but was ready in case someone came
because of my making noise.  Jesus!  This was the beginning and I did a lot
for a kid.

I had soft, one piece jammies and I used to wear them without underwear
because they felt so nice. I would masturbate with my hand on the outside
and the feeling was intense.  I remember doing this on Saturday morning
watching cartoons on the couch.  The reason I distinctly remember this is
my year older sister saw me and told me that she was going to tell on me
for doing it.  I told her she better not and she didn't.  I am sure she was
doing it too and didn't want to risk getting in trouble herself.  I know
she had her hands in her panties under her nightgown many times, I just
didn't know what she was doing at the time!

I saw my friend's, and they saw my cock, when we peed outside.  Showing was
no big deal and we did it for no reason but to goof off.  Strangely, I
don't remember showing boners that much.  We did, but not that often.  One
thing we did was fake hump each other when bent over.  It was understood
what we were doing was in some way connected with sex but we didn't really
know what sex meant.  Sex was for baby making and what we did was fun and
boy games.  We did pull our bathing suit and sometimes our pants down and
finger our butthole which was funny and kind of nasty.  We showed our butts
for fun but it was for a joke.

I masturbated sometimes in the morning when I woke up at age 8 and 9.
Starting at 9 and continuing until I was 10, I sometimes wet the bed.  I
had to sleep in my briefs on a pad.  The doctor said it was stress, my
parents were getting divorced, but I think it was also the start of puberty
for me.  10 was also the start of something else for the boys of the
neighborhood – group jerks and cock sucking.

Keith was actually 10 but looked younger.  He was the first to do it.
Keith would "prance about" and pretend to be a girl.  This wasn't just him
but soon everyone did this between 10 and maybe 12.  It let other guys know
that you wanted to do something sexual.  I think most guys learned about
masturbation by 10.  If they didn't learn it themselves they learned it
from the other boys.  We started this when we slept outside in tents but
soon it became a regular activity around the neighborhood.  The woods and
garages gave us enough privacy.  Most of the sucking was not to orgasm.
Later on some guys did suck "all the way."  One guy was Keith's little
brother Michael who started sucking guys when he was 9 and we were 11 and
12.  He did it with gusto.  I can still see him wiping the side of his
mouth after sucking.  I guess his older brother taught him young.

I did other sexual stuff on my own.  I peed in the sink while brushing my
teeth sometimes.  I think I was so aware of not peeing my bed and my
mother's constant concern, that when I got control of that I peed into the
sink to be defiant at age 11 or 12.  I masturbated to orgasm, still dry
until I was twelve, in the back seat of the car on a trip and I did this at
the pool in a lounge chair facing away from the pool.  This was risky as I
still threw my head back when I came so it would be noticeable but I got
away with it both times.

Nearing 12, we all started getting totally horny.  At sleepovers we would
hump pillows and each other!  We would sometimes come in our pants.  A few
times a guy lying on the floor would have to let someone come on him as a
"punishment" or a dare.  We mostly mutually jerked off when we could get
into a house where no one's parents were home.  Personally, I was jerking
constantly.  I would go off to a path or alley and do it to be out of my
house.  Waking in the morning, I was always horny and had to jerk.  Seeing
other boys from age 8 to maybe 16 made me horny.  I thought about having
sex with them.  I had a very small thong panty hidden in my room.  When I
could be alone, not often enough, I would dance around in this and I would
get rock hard and be on the verge of coming in no time.  I would pull my
cock out at the last second and shoot a spray of come on my bedspread.  I
didn't care.  After coming in the thong too many times it got too stained
and gross and I had to throw it away.  I had sex with a girl when I was 12,
almost 13.  She was the younger sister of a friend.  It was a dry hump.  We
were in the backyard on the patio in bathing suits and my friend went
inside and his little sister, who was about 10, came over and got on me.  I
got hard and she smiled and wriggled around on my lap.  I came in a flash.

I went to Karate when I was 13.  I made friends with some of the older
boys.  I was asked to come over to a boy's house after class.  Phil was 15.
He was stocky and well built.  We went downstairs to his rec room and he
asked me leading questions.  We ended up in our socks and underwear on his
couch.  I masturbated him.  He was the first guy that had a full bush of
hair and I liked it.  He jerked me and I came in no time.  I went to
several boy's houses, I guess the word got around.  I sucked one boy who
was 14, a beautiful uncut cock, and he came in my mouth.  The next time I
was with Phil he pushed me down on the couch and straddled me and made me
suck him.  I can still see his cockhead coming at me and the feel of his
hairy balls on my chest.  I was conflicted.  I was horny but guilty about
sucking these older guys.  My mom pulled me out of the class and I stayed
away from those older boys.

I babysat at 14.  I didn't do anything with the boys and girls I sat for
but the boys would be boys.  They would run around in their underwear and
goof around and show their butts.  I could tell some boys knew I was
perving and they would act coy but show more than was necessary and sit in
my lap.  I had to try hard not to get hard.  After they went to bed I would
go to the bathroom and jerk off.

I had one exception to the above but it was a special circumstance.  I
visited my aunt when I was 15.  My cousin from the above story, Willy had a
younger brother of 12, Reggie.  Will had grown and still had an athletic
body, and how!  I did suck his cock when I was there and it was fat and
still uncut.  I took care of Reggie one night and right before bed he asked
me if he could suck my cock.  He said he knew I had sucked his brother.
Reggie told me that he sucks Will all the time.  Reggie, in his pajamas,
sucked me like a Popsicle and I gave him a big load.

By high school my reputation was that of a closet case.  I was very
masculine but what everyone said behind my back was that I was gay.  It was
true but I didn't want to be labeled and was confused and it fucked up my
head and my life.  I went through my mid-teens pretending that I wasn't gay
but once I left home I was able to live without the burden of being defined
by my past.  I do like looking back but I happy I don't live there
anymore."


128.  Brandon

"My best friend Tucker lived in the house right behind mine. Our birthdays
were a week apart. We had known each other our wholes lives, in a way we
were like brothers. We looked alike; same height, around same weight, eyes
and same dirty blonde hair.

The earliest I can remember is being 5 years old. We would play the game
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."  We knew this was wrong, which
is why we did it. This is all we did at this age. I don't remember too much
about this or how often we did it. It was one of the things we did.

Around the age of 7 years old we started to hump stuffed animals. When we
did this, we almost always had clothing on; however, we had done it without
clothes on. The reason why we had clothes on, was because if our parents
walked in. I don't recall how it started but we started to put our mouths
around each other dicks. We didn't blow each other. We just had our mouths
over them. We both enjoyed the warmth it provided. Anytime we did it, we
had to pick the fuzzy balls of lint of our dick from our underwear or
wherever it came from, otherwise we wouldn't do it.

It wasn't long after we did this, that we learned sucking on each other
dick was even better. We were closer to 8 years old around this time. We
had a lot of fun doing this. We were in the woods at Tucker's grandparents'
house. It had just rained and everything was muddy. We got covered in mud,
head to toe. They told us to hop in the shower to get cleaned off. We got
in together. He washed my back and I washed his back. I got the soap bottle
and squirted some on my hand and washing my dick, in a jacking off
motion. I showed him and he started doing it to me. I did it to him. That
started a weird thing happening. We put a lot of different shit on our
dicks from paint to food condiments. After a while he put chocolate syrup
on his dick, that's when I started to lick him and blow him. That's how we
started to blow each other. For a while only way we would it do it is if
peanut butter and or chocolate syrup was on our dick. We figured out that
we didn't need that stuff to blow each other. We would do this a lot,
especially in the summer months.

We watched porn, straight porn that is. We didn't know gay porn existed. We
still continued to blow each other. On my 10th birthday, we were at my
uncle's house getting my present, Tucker and I found a porn tape and we
took it. We were going to watch it in my room after everyone went to
bed. We could not wait till the night to watch it. This tape changed
everything. This tape showed anal penetration. I had no idea you could do
that or it never occurred to me. We both knew we had to try this. Since it
was my birthday I would go first. I remember it wouldn't go in the first
time and we had to get something to use. We both loved it; we loved it even
more when we hit puberty. Happiest times of my life."


129.  Harvey

"I got into S/M early.  My best friend and I used to slap each other's bare
glans, we were cut, with our fingers which stung and got us hard.  We'd
flick each other with middle fingers which really hurt.  And then there was
the ultimate, the use of a wooden ruler which was extremely painful and
dangerous.  We started doing this when we were eleven. We masturbated
together from eleven to twelve."


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