Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 09:23:50 -0400 (EDT)
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Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories  Supplement Nine

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Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Nine

130.  Hamzah

"I was 13. I was always doing sex.  When I masturbate it I get erect in few
seconds.  Home from school alone for 3 minutes I could finish masturbate
it.  Take my penis from pants and be hard without touching.  Testes tight
up just readying for doing.  I masturbate it 4, 5, 6 times a day with
orgasm.  I put the end of my penis in my mouth even at 14cm when in a
chair.  I lick the end which I liked to do.  3 orgasms doing this.  I
masturbate with friends.  Some big and some small, no hair.  One boy 18cm
at 13 years!"


131.  Gordon

"My memories are more perverse than most here but perhaps I recall
experiences in a different way.

I first remember sexual excitement at age six.  My mother used to dress me
in special outfits to go on outings such as teas or luncheons with
relatives or her lady acquaintances.  Some of the outfits were quite
uncomfortable, usually wool pants and sweaters, and I would have a near
temper tantrum, heated to tears, at having to wear them because they itched
my skin so.  I seemed to be quite sensitive to fabrics.  After much upset,
at age six I had a new outfit that pleased me greatly; a deep red,
velveteen fabric shorts and V-collared pullover with a long-sleeved, white
silk shirt.  To complete this ensemble I had white silk socks with slightly
ruffled tops that were to be folded over in a cuff and single strap white
leather shoes.

Why such detail?  Because the feel of the various fabrics on my body gave
me an excitement and a pleasure that can only be described as sensually
arousing.  That which I found most arousing were the silk stockings.  The
feel of putting them on was exquisite and that the tops were somewhat loose
to allow them to be folded over meant that they slipped down my ankles and
had to be adjusted and re-cuffed after a bit of walking.  The slight hairs
on my legs would be stimulated by moving the fabric and I would often slide
my socks up and down just for the pleasure of it while obediently sitting
in a chair in someone's parlor as the adults talked.  I had almost as much
pleasure from the velveteen fabric of my shorts against my thighs.  Wearing
this outfit gave me such delight that I looked forward to these outings
which certainly wasn't the case before.

My recollection of the first time I became aware of my penis as other than
an organ to urinate with was when I was caught, innocently enough, pulling
at my foreskin absent-mindedly while seated on a chair in a front parlor.
A younger sister of the woman we were visiting, who was stayed behind while
my mother and our hostess went off somewhere for a few minutes, made a
remark about my outfit which pleased me no end.  She said something to the
effect that I "looked quite handsome and seemed well pleased with myself."
She was here referring to the fact that I was pinching and twirling the tip
of my penis.  I became aware of her meaning when she asked if I had a need
to use the toilet.  I blushed red at this pretty lady noticing my boyhood,
albeit indirectly.  I replied with a bashful "no" and she gave assurances
that it was "quite alright" and she would not "mention anything to my
mother" or anyone else.

I became aware of my returning to touch my penile tip several times more
during this visit and this did not go unnoticed by the young woman.  I
blushed some more and this did not go unnoticed by my mother and the
hostess, although they remained unaware of the root cause for my
self-consciousness, attributing it to my "having found a new friend" in the
young lady.  I outgrew the outfit within a year but I did keep the
stockings for a while longer before they were deemed worn.

You would think that now that I was aware of my penis that I would begin
masturbating but that wasn't the case.  My sensitivity to fabrics was still
present but, as attended a progressive school, I did not have to wear a
uniform, saving me from that collective discomfort.  The two sexual
memories from this latency period were the interest in the nylon swimsuits
of a few of my boyhood companions that were on swim teams and a few
glimpses of underwear.  The swimsuits revealed by concealing.  I didn't
care about swimsuits per se as my curiosity was more aligned toward what
sort of appearance other boy's penises would have if not covered.  I could
only imagine from the barest outline in the nylon fabric.  I don't recall
seeing another boy's penis until I was nearly ten years old.  As for
underwear, I did notice on the rare occasion that another boy would be
partially undressed that some boys did not have on clean underwear every
day.  Urine stains were of some interest to my imagination.

My masturbation began at eleven.  I developed an interest in horses, as a
girl that I was friends with rode.  I began "riding" pillows and the arms
of various pieces of furniture in the house.  I took actual riding lessons
and attended a summer camp where riding was a prominent activity.  It was
enjoyable enough but I imagine that, as I developed an interest in seeing
the male horses' sheaths and semi-erect penises that my interests were
subconsciously elsewhere.  The riding of furniture and animals in what were
becoming tight Levis as I grew, gave me erections and feelings that weren't
dissimilar and unfamiliar to my earlier ones as a young boy.  Riding my
pillows in my room soon led to the culminating discovery of orgasm.

While actually riding a horse didn't bring that result, the soreness and
muscular fatigue of a day's ride led me to masturbate afterwards if I could
be alone.  I did collect pictures of stallions and fantasized about their
penises, some few pictures had their penis hanging free a little ways and I
did manage to find three pictures of a stallion covering a mare in an old
library book; I stole the page for my Onanistic gratification.  The first
picture had the groom washing the stallion's unsheathed penis, the second
had the stallion rearing to mount with a full erection, and the third had a
side view of the stallion mounted.  I masturbated by pretending I was the
stallion, unsheathing my glans and mounting my pillows stacked carefully on
the edge of my bed.  I made horse mating sounds as I did.  This I found
quite arousing but I was limited to vocalizing when I could be entirely
alone in the house.

I found my real stallion when I had my first oral experience at age twelve.

I had begun at a new school.  I was skipped a grade so this would have been
entering seventh.  Even though my classmates were a year older, I wasn't
much physically different than the other boys as I am naturally large and I
developed early.  I became friends with a boy whom we all addressed as
"Schulzt" or "Schultzie."  He was physically different, he was a gymnast.
He had a gymnast's body; compact, densely muscular, and short of limb and
torso.  He was akin to the 19th century Saltimbanques in physique.

Schultz and I became friends as we were both poor at math and had a
remedial study group together.  We visited one another's house after school
to study.  Schultz had a natural masculine power, he was admired by other
boys, more so than girls, as Schultzie had a round face, bulging neck, and
protruding dark eyes, characteristics that are not traditionally handsome.
His dark hair was unfashionably cut as well.  I should mention my
appearance as a rusty red blond with blocky features and blue eyes; I would
be considered a modestly attractive boy.

Schultzie joshed with me, as boys do, in a physically intimate way.  He
would grab me and playfully wrestle to emphasize a point.  We became
comfortable with each other.  Eventually, sooner than you would've thought,
a boy's favorite activity came up as a subject.  We both confided in each
other that we did what every boy does and Schultzie suggested we go
upstairs to his room to do it together.

I was beside myself with excitement.  My thoughts were a jumble.  I was
going to masturbate, I was going to do so with another boy, I was going to
see another boy's penis and he was going to see mine!  We got up to
Schultzie's room and he suggested that we take our shirts off.  We did.  I
think that this is the point where I became conscious of my desire for
Schultz.  His arms and torso were solid thick muscle and I felt a desire to
feel his body.

"Let's strip all the way."  We did.  I had a longish, uncut, pointy penis
that hung about three inches at age twelve.  I had some reddish hair on
each side of the root of my penis but none yet on my scrotum.  Schultzie
had a cock befitting his body, thick and stocky.  He was a little more than
two inches and uncut.  There was a small amount of thick dark hair above
his penis which didn't hang because he had a full scrotum that pushed his
shorter penis upwards.  Schultzie's balls were twice the size of mine and
had some dark, straggly hairs.

Believe it or not, we both weren't erect at this point; I think I was too
excited if that makes sense.  Schultz started to jerk his penis and I
followed suit.  We both rose hastily but I beat him by several throbs.  I
wasn't pulling mine too much as I felt I could come at almost any time.
Schultz lay back on his bed and said he'd do it first and I could watch him
come and then we would switch and he could watch me.

It didn't work out that way.

Schulz jerked himself for about two minutes.  As he got more forceful, his
foreskin slid back showing a red cockhead, slick and glistening.  It made a
wet noise.  I simply had to jerk at the sight and sound.  Schultz's thighs
bulged and his thick abdomen contracted.  I watched Schultzie's balls rise
up and go to the side of his cock, his hips rose and he gasped out, "it's
coming!"  When he shot, I did too.  I came groaning and staring.  Schultz
had two good white spurts and a couple of oozing blobs that he wiped into
his belly.  I wiped up my watery splats with a tissue.

I was apologetic about coming on Schultzie's floor.  He laughed it off and
said I must've been "hard up."  He also said next time I would go first.
We both laughed at that but I couldn't wait for it to be the next time.
Neither could Schulz as it turned out, we did it the next day.  And the day
after that.

We took to jerking each other by the third day and we were rubbing against
each other by the fourth.  By now it was obvious that I was really into
being with Schultz.  I would let him thrust into me and he got me down on
the bed.  I was moaning and running my hands over his body.  Schulz knew
this was more than two guys just jerking off.  He got me to go down on him
by the second week, probably our sixth time together.  He made me kneel
before him and I studied his cock like I studied those stallions the year
before. I worshipped his cock as one would an idol.  The smell and taste
were enough to have my cock twitching and I could come without jerking
although I usually couldn't stop myself from reaching for it. We put
Schultzie's dirty socks in front of me to catch my spurts.

Schultz did grab the side of my head with both hands the first time he came
into my mouth.  I choked, pulled back, and let most of his sperm spill
out. I swallowed Schultzie's ejaculations after the first time when he
learned to stay in control and let me suck his load from him without his
cock hitting the back of my throat.

In addition to the up close sight of Schultz's limp and erect penis, its
smell and taste, I remember the Shultz's powerful, solid thighs as I held
them in my hands or wrapped my arms around them and held his firm buttocks.
Schultz liked having me suck him off but more often he liked to force me
onto his bed to be taken face to face as if he were having sex with a girl.
I should mention here that neither of us had any idea about the existence
of anal intercourse and when Schultz took me it was always from the front
in the missionary style.

Our relationship changed after a short while, although we did have nearly
two months of sexual encounters at Schultzie's house several times a week.
Schultz, as mentioned before, was popular and an athlete and he most
certainly had masturbatory encounters with other boys.  There were times
when I could tell that Schultz had spent his seed prior to our getting
together.  He wasn't as quick to excite and I could smell and taste that he
had ejaculated before he was with me.  He had told me he had experiences
with other boys before we started but he didn't actually mention if he was
having sexual encounters with others while he had them with me.  I found
out that he did and I found out in an unexpected and dreadful way.

There was an older boy, nearly fourteen, named Roberto who was an athlete
and trained alongside Schultz.  Whether Schultz had naively talked of our
relationship or Roberto deductively found it out, it resulted in a turn in
my sexual experience and the ultimate end to my innocent relationship with
Schultz.

One day, when I was to go with Schultz after school, he was waiting for me
with Roberto beside him.  Schultz said that Roberto wanted to come over too
that afternoon and he said he thought it would be alright with me.  I
wasn't prepared for this and hadn't thought in the least of there being
another boy present.  I didn't know what to say and Roberto said we'd all
have fun and I couldn't think of how to process all of this and I just went
along to Schultz's house.  I'll be brief in relating what happened but it
was suggested by Schultz that we strip and then masturbate and so we
stripped down.  Roberto was taller than both of us but his penis wasn't
much larger, although he had a dark triangle of curly pubes and more hair
on other parts of his body, like his lower legs, than we had.

We masturbated together, each of us taking turns casually stroking our own
cock while looking on.  There wasn't the usual immediate lust for me and
there was a tentativeness to Schultz and Roberto like they were waiting for
something.  Finally, after some unspoken but obvious gestures on Roberto's
part, Schultz asked me if I would suck him.  I stammered, "I don't know,"
uncertain about acknowledging doing a thing such as that in front of
another boy.  Roberto said that it was okay, he knew that I had sucked
Schultz and that it was okay with him.  As you can imagine, I was taken
aback and I didn't know what to say.  Schultz said, "Come on, it's okay"
and Roberto promised he wouldn't tell anyone.

I self-consciously went down on Schultz and this was obviously what Roberto
was interested in as he began handling his penis with vigor.  After sucking
Schultz to a come, which I semi-ashamedly swallowed, came the inevitable
and Roberto asked Schultz to let me suck him.  I didn't object and went
along at this point.  Roberto took Schultzie's place before me.  I went
down on the older boy; his cock was hot, hard and very erect.  I serviced
him with my experience and before long it was obvious that Roberto was
close to coming.  He told me not to stop and I sucked him until his
erection jerked in my mouth.  Roberto held my head in place and he spurted
a full load but I had to let some of it drip out of my mouth because he
came twice as much as Schultzie did.  Roberto asked me in a leading way if
I was going to "get off" and I masturbated on my knees to an orgasm.  I
used Schultz's socks and cleaned up Roberto's mess as well.  Roberto said I
was great and iterated that he wasn't going to say anything to anybody and
not to worry we'd keep it a secret between us.

I wanted to talk to Schultz about what had happened but I didn't see him
until a day had passed; I realized that I probably couldn't ask him the
questions I wanted to because I was having a hard time trying to understand
what I was feeling myself.  He obviously was trying to balance our
relationship with his standing with other boys.  He said that Roberto was
okay and would be true to his word about not talking and that I didn't have
come over anymore if I didn't want to.  Of course, I did want to but I
wanted it to be like it was before.  It never was.

I did go to Schultz's for a period of time, several months, afterwards but
not as regularly as before and he used me for sex which I wanted, too.
Roberto did insinuate himself into coming over a couple of more times and I
sucked him like before.  I won't pretend that I wasn't excited about having
sex but it wasn't as intimate as before.  It did become a problem in that I
received an unsaid, hinted at, reputation of being homosexual.  I did have
several one or two time encounters with two other boys at thirteen and did
masturbate with several younger boys when I was fourteen.

That is a very true tale of my boyhood, both good and bad, but there it
is."


132.  Cameron

"Third grade, age 8 to 9.  A few of the boys would get boners and we'd make
fun of the other guys who did, everyone in our group got them, we all did.
Showed them and poked and punched the guys who had them.  Showed naked
boners out of school but not that often.

Fourth grade, age 9 to 10.  One guy had a couple of Playboys and brought
them to school.  No masturbating or anything like that, just being boys
doing naughty things to be naughty.  We all were reprimanded, even those
who were just looking.  I got whipped for it good when I got home.

Fifth grade, age 10 to 11.  A few boys were maturing outwardly, not me, but
I started masturbating on my own, going by instinct.  What was unusual is
that I remember distinctly tugging my ballsack for pleasure first.  Not
just adjusting my nuts but tugging repeatedly for the pleasure of it.  I
moved on to my penis soon enough but I liked my bag, hanging hot and loose
or making it tight by jerking it.  I didn't have an orgasm until I was 12.

Sixth grade, age 12.  Started using spit for lube.  I'm cut so after doing
it dry I got sore.  Jerked it up and down in the traditional way or lay on
my hand, in bed or on the floor, and thrust against my hand.  I got caught,
pants down, on the floor by my mom and got a good whipping from my dad in
the garage.  My mom was the church-going moralist and I was told I was
never to do such a thing again by both of my parents that evening in my
room.  I felt very guilty about masturbating for a long time after that,
for years.

Seventh grade, age 13.  Getting caught led me to be very careful about
masturbating, especially at home but it did lead to me doing it with one of
my classmates, Owen, at his house after school.  I got to do it with him
and two other guys there most every other day.  Owen was getting white
sperm and I soon did at age 13.  The other two guys just had some clear
milky liquid.  We all were getting orgasms, though.  We did it in the woods
when Owen's mom was home.  I was always worried about being caught and I
felt guilty before and after doing it but I wasn't able to stop when the
opportunity was there.  If I had to do it at home it was very quick, on the
toilet or in shower so there was no evidence of my semen.  I was very
anxious when I did it at home so it wasn't as pleasurable as doing it with
my friends.

Eighth grade, age 14.  Things changed about this time.  I played on a
soccer team and did other sports so all the guys talked about sex and
jerking off but we didn't feel as comfortable doing it with each other
anymore even though we knew that all the other guys were doing it every
day.  I had gotten a bunch of acne and sort of retreated into my room, I
could lock myself in for privacy and my parents left me alone more now that
I was older.  I jerked off in there most of the time.  I was pinching my
nipples and putting pencils and other round objects in my anus when jerking
half of the time.  I did think about sex with girls when I was 12 but now
that I didn't get to see my friend's boners, I started thinking about cocks
more and more.  I would look at my erection jerking in the mirror.

I would say my boyhood ended around 14 or 15 as I figured what I wanted to
do was have sex with boys and not with girls.  I had to fake it for the
next 5 years until I left home."


133.  Ryan

"Get ready for this.  Here is my true confession of what I did and it's not
censored.

I liked being dirty as a kid.  I liked the smell of my pee and I liked
having dirty underpants.  I liked to pee myself and pee on all sorts of
things.  I liked pulling my cock quick out the side of my shorts.  When I
was younger I peed on walls and gardens and got scolded.  I learned to be
more secret about it.  I peed on the floor in the boy's room at school, a
little at first.  One time I was able to be in the school at night and I
peed a little in the hall and in my classroom.  This excited me.  I peed on
my brother's toys to get secret revenge on him. I did pee with other boys
sometimes.  I liked seeing their penises and watching them.  A few times I
would hold their penis while they peed and they held mine.  I remember
daring friends to pee in the pool.  I did it all the time right in front of
lifeguards and adults.

I liked pooping too.  I enjoyed sitting on the toilet and I liked the feel
of a turd leaving my ass hole.  I'd touch my dirty hole and smell it and
sometimes not wash my hand to smell it later.  I liked seeing other kid's
poop in the toilets when they didn't flush.  I touched and lifted my turds
at home and did this when I could get away with it in school.  I used to
shit outside for the fun of it.  Pulling up my pants without wiping gave me
a satisfying feeling.  I was scolded for not wiping carefully.  Sometimes I
would wear my jeans without underwear and have a dirty ass and then see it
in my jeans later.  When I was a teen I crapped on a patio and in a
driveway next to a car at night.  They knew it wasn't a dog.

Peeing led to playing with my penis.  I started masturbating around 9.
Yes, I put things in my ass hole as a kid.  I saw dirty porn at around 10,
"Hustler" magazine.  I wanted to see ladies pee but I really wanted to see
their ass holes.  I liked looking at men's penises soft and hard and I
thought about water sports a lot when I heard about it, it was my high
school shower fantasy.  I liked to pee in my underwear or pants and then
masturbate.  When I started coming, I liked to really make a mess and come
in my wet pants.

I liked smelling other people's underpants.  I started with the laundry at
home.  When I was 13 and 14, I babysat.  After the kids were in bed, I
would smell the dirty laundry in the washroom and masturbate.  I would try
on the dirty underwear, men's and women's.  A couple of times I did BM in
the man's underwear.  I liked the feel of having a long turd in the BVDs.
My ass was dirty and smelled.  I would flush it and then throw the pants
out in the neighborhood with a big brown stain in them.  When I was in the
Air Force I would smell other men's dirty underwear in secret.  The male
smell was overpowering and I would quickly come.

I found what I was interested in early and holding another man's pissing
cock and being pissed on is my favorite sex act today.  I am not into scat
now but I do like smelling dirty underwear."


134.  Nathan

"I was jacking off at 9 and getting off at 10.  I'd come home from school,
close my blinds, lock my door, strip naked and sit in my swiveling desk
chair and jack.  I'd finger my asshole with one or two fingers.  That got
me hot fast and I would get an orgasm quick, no come until I was twelve.  I
could get three in about twenty minutes.  I would make gasps and moan with
my boyhood steel hard and throbbing in my hands.  I got caught once.  I was
just finishing up a third come, fingers in my ass, when I heard my mom
knock on my locked door.  My eyes bugged out and I flew out of my chair to
get dressed in about 30 seconds.  I explained that I was pretending to be
captured by pirates and that's why I was making noise.  I was so
embarrassed that my mom just said to "be careful."

I sucked my friend Andy when we were 13.  He was a foot taller than me; a
big, dumb blond with big ears.  He could of gotten me to suck him any time
but I always had to ask him if he wanted to come over.  We'd head to my
house and without much ceremony I would undo his jeans and suck him while
he stood there with a dumb look on his face.  I swallowed his come and off
he went.  10 minutes for him and then I would go jack to a great come.  The
best sex of my life was from age 9 to 13."


135.  Ollie

"I had turned thirteen and, while I was always big for my age, I had grown
quite since spring.  I had been having erections more frequently but did
not have any idea about sex or masturbation.  I went to visit an aunt in
the north for a few weeks in the summer.  I had a room near the top of the
house and I slept in a very narrow bed, just enough room for one person.
Even though the north is very cool, the temperatures in the summer can be
very warm with the long days.  I slept in a pair of light cotton pants
(underpants) atop cool white sheets.

My aunt had a room she let to young people who attended to the beach during
the summer.  There was a teenager named Peter, who was seventeen but
appeared younger, who rented the room that summer.  He was big and strong
in a completely natural way and a good swimmer.  He had short hair and blue
eyes.  I was shy to look to him and he was polite during breakfast and
dinner but did not say much to me.  I usually did not see him during the
day.  I did think of him as a mature person even though he was only a few
years older than me.

I did see Peter in his swimming attire and I innocently admired him.  He
seemed pleased that I was looking and let me do so.  I did see his penis
outlined in the swimsuit and thought about it later while I was undressing
for bed.  My penis was long and I remember having no dark pubic hairs at
the time.  I must have had some lengthening light hair at this time,
though.  I did get erect in bed thinking of Peter in his suit but did not
know about sexual attraction.

Two weeks into my stay I heard a tap at my door and Peter came into the
room in his robe.  I sat up and he came over to me and said he wished to
talk to me.  He sat beside me and asked if I wanted to have relations with
him.  I didn't answer and he reached his arm around my shoulder and put his
other hand on my penis.  He caressed it and I became hard and my erection
poked from the fabric.  His handling it made me breathe rapidly.  He leaned
over and kissed me.  I sighed like a lover and let him take control.

After a few minutes of his lovemaking, he stood up and parted his robe.  I
could see he had an erection in his underpants.  He lowered them and I saw
his penis.  It was thick and dark and he had a dark triangle of curly hair.
His foreskin had rolled back and his pointed head was purple and moist.  He
told me to take my pants off, turn over on my stomach, and position myself
on the edge of the bed.  Peter had brought some crème and he put this on
his fingers and he spread my legs.  He put this crème on my anus and
pushed his fingers in gently.  I gave a moan and felt a flood of heat and
pleasure.  I know now that I was very near my first orgasm.

Peter had me rise up and he lay upon me and positioned his penis at my
anus.  I did not know of sex.  Peter pressed slowly but I spasmed as he
went in and cried out.  Peter told me to be quiet and to relax my anus.  He
went slowly and his penis hurt but I let him go forward.  I looked at the
wallpaper on my aunt's wall and the curtains blew in the light breeze.  I
cried from the pain and he soothed me.

When Peter started moving in me I felt a growing sensation deep in my
bottom.  My erection returned quickly, trapped off to the side as Peter
pressed me to the mattress.  I moaned and thought I was going to have an
accident.  I tried to hold it but the sensation overwhelmed me and my
bottom grasped Peter's shaft and fluid came from my penis.  I cried out in
pleasure with my first orgasm.  Peter began to drive himself with greater
passion and his perspiration had his body slipping on my back.  I heard his
breathing become rapid and he froze with his penis deep in my body.  I
could feel Peter's shaft jerk repeatedly before he collapsed on my back.  I
lay under him with his hot, wet body on mine and my penis pressed into the
wetness of the sheet.

Peter arose and went to get a washcloth from the lavatory.  He cleaned me
and told me he would explain everything to me the next day; we couldn't
talk much then.  He warned me that his semen might leak and gave me a dry
washcloth to put in my pants.  He also wiped up my ejaculation as best he
could.  I was awake for hours and thought of all the sensations.  My bottom
hurt.  I did touch my penis and smelled the scent of my ejaculation.  I
became erect again and masturbated myself naively to another orgasm in the
late evening.

Peter came to my room for most of the last nights I stayed with my aunt.  I
never saw Peter again but those are the moments that set the pattern for my
life."


136.  Phillip

"I didn't think about sex until 10 or 11.  I think I saw one bare pussy on
my friend's little sister and one or two dicks as a kid.  I looked at
girl's underwear on the playground but that was it.  I started noticing my
dick hard at 10.

I had sex with two guys when I was a kid.  One was my best friend Matt and
the other was a bigger guy Carl.  Don't know why but Matt and me showed our
boners to each other.  We compared and touched the other, dicks and balls.
I started learning to handle my dick that way and I think Matt did too.  We
rubbed our dicks together and then rubbed on the other front to front or in
the butt crack.  This was great and I got real excited, so did Matt.

I got my first dry come playing with it in bed.  I tried to get this the
next night and did it again.  I told Matt the next day.  He tried it at
home but didn't get his so I tried to show him.  It took him time to get
it.  Once he did it was fun to a whole new level.

Matt met Carl first and Carl did stuff with him before me.  Carl was 13, we
were 12.  Matt had no hair and I had just gotten some.  Carl had dark
hairs, balls and all, and a monster cock.  Seriously, to Matt and me at 12.
Me and Matt were cut and Carl wasn't.  Matt told me he about Carl's cock
and asked if I wanted to come over to see it.  I said yeah.

We got naked in Matt's bed.  Carl's cock was fat and 5 inches.  He had big,
big balls.  We took turns jerking Carl.  I liked how it felt.  It was thick
and hot!  Sliding Carl's skin was something me and Matt liked doing.  (We
told each other later.)  Carl asked if we wanted to suck him.  I never did
this before but Matt did it to him when they was together before.  I sucked
the top and it was big.  This is what led to me and Matt sucking later.
Carl had us jerk him and then he took over and shot his come.  I touched it
and I could smell it.

We did stuff with Carl about 10 times.  Carl did put his cock part way in
our butts.  He greased up Matt with Vaseline and got him on his side.  He
sort of got a few inches in but not all of it.  Matt was the bigger of us
two but he couldn't get it all in.  Me, I was skinny.  I tried it with Carl
next time.  Carl got it in a couple inches and I liked him pushing it in
and out but I didn't get mine from it.  Carl didn't come in our ass.

After Carl, me and Matt did equal amount sucking and jerking and we did put
our cocks all the way up each other.  On sleep overs or camp outs we always
brought Vaseline for butt fucks.  We jerk and suck and then fuck each other
before going to sleep.  We wake up with morning wood and do it when it was
first light.  Our butts were still greasy from before we went to sleep.
This was my best summer.  I started sperming and I would come on and in
Matt.  Matt moved before school and we cried.  I never got to do anything
with any other guys after but I jerk off all the time thinking about what
we did."


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