Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2013 04:24:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Cock I Have Known

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Cock I Have Known

Like the title says, these will be a series of reminiscences from my
boyhood about the cocks that I've glimpsed, stared at, touched, jerked and
sucked. I'm going to write them up as I remember them, so they won't be in
chronological order, but who cares.


Michael

I knew Michael from a two-week soccer camp that I attended one summer when
I was thirteen years old. We were roommates. There were two of us to a
room. Michael, thirteen also, was Italian and had dark olive skin; he was
actually born in Italy. Michael was compact and muscular, but smooth, still
with boyish fat.  He had dark curly hair and dark eyes. He was kind of
"standoff-ish." I think that's because he sensed I was gay and he wasn't
comfortable with any sort of contact that might mean he wasn't manly.

The camp was run at a small semi-rural college and the campers stayed in
the furnished dorms. There was a computer in each room we could use, but we
were told that the computers were filtered so we wouldn't go to
"inappropriate sites." I know most every guy there went to "inappropriate
sites" because I heard them talk about it the next day at practice. I
wanted to look at the inappropriate sites with Michael, but he said no. He
was bigger than I was, so what he said went as far as what we did in our
room. In our second week I caught him looking at a porn site when I came
back to our room earlier than he expected.

We campers showered in the late afternoon after playing soccer all day,
usually between 4 and 5 PM before dinner. I'd been hanging out downstairs
in a game room so I came up a little later than usual. I heard Michael in
the room and I paused before opening the door. I could hear what sounded
like moans. I quietly opened the door. I saw Michael sitting in the chair
at the desk in front of the computer. He was watching porn of a woman with
big breasts, it was her moaning, and a guy with a big rod was fucking
her. Michael was hunched over watching the screen, obviously naked except
for the shorts at his ankles and obviously masturbating judging by his arm
movement. He was concentrating on the action on the screen and didn't hear
me come in.  I watched him for about thirty seconds and decided to get a
little closer and try and see Michael's cock. When I did the door closed
and the latch clicked loudly. Michael turned his head.

"Go away," he said fairly calmly given he was caught by surprise.

I didn't listen, but came closer to the desk.

"I want to see," I declared.

What I wanted to see was Michael's cock, not the action on the
screen. Michael sort of hunched over to try to hide his cock.

"Come on, I just want to see."

So Michael sat up and took his hand away, but only for a moment. Judging by
how hard he was, I guess all that he really wanted to do was finish and
that overrode any worry about my seeing his cock. It was standing up, thick
and hard. Michael's shaft was dark, darker than the olive hue of his smooth
thighs. His foreskin was half retracted revealing a sticky pink head poking
out. Michael had some dark hairs just above his cock and about the same
number covering his balls.

After the revelatory pause wherein time seemed to stop for me, the action
on the screen, punctuated with pseudo-ecstatic moans, drew our
attention. Michael started in again, almost unconsciously, compelled by
teenage horniness. As he watched the screen, I watched him use his thumb
and first two fingers to pull his foreskin up and down exposing his pink
cockhead. When he pulled upward, the dark ring would roll up nearly over
the tip, then Michael would pull rapidly downward, causing his skin to
bunch just below the rim of his plump glans. Believe it or not, I didn't
start to get hard until this point. It was only a matter of seconds though,
before my boner was pushing painfully hard against my shorts and underwear.

I could see Michael squinting in concentration as he watched the dirty
video. His tummy contracted spasmodically. He gripped his cock more
firmly. His testicles quickly pulled up tight in his sack. I knew he was
gonna come. There was a spurt of white jissom that shot up, simultaneously
Michael let out a gentle sigh.

"Unnh!"

There were no more spurts, but several creamy globs appeared and were
squishing up and down with the movement of Michael's foreskin over his
swollen head. He slowed to a stop and sort of squeezed the tip. The cream
drizzled over his thumb and down the back of his cock. Michael reached down
beside him and wiped his fingers on his cotton undershorts. He kind of
looked at me like, "all right, I'm done now, get lost." I was still rooted
to the spot looking at his cock. His balls had already dropped halfway
down.

Michael stood up and pulled his shorts up to just below his scrotum. He was
starting to deflate. Michael wiggled his hips back and forth with his
thumbs in the waistband of his shorts showing off his cock to me. He then
put it away and went off to shower in the bathroom. As soon as he left I
reached into my shorts and started masturbating right then and there. I
thought about what I had seen, the firmness of Michael's erection and the
creamy liquid whiteness of his ejaculate on his fingers and half-exposed
cockhead. It wasn't more than a minute before I had to quickly fumble my
shorts down to free my boner.  Gasping, I shot several spurts out onto the
dorm room floor. When I had gathered my breath, I kicked off my shoe and
used my socked foot to wipe up my jissom.

In the final few days of that second week of soccer camp I used to go
upstairs hoping to find Michael masturbating. Once, a couple of days later,
I did come in just after Michael had finished. He was naked. Michael turned
and displayed himself to me. He skinned back his foreskin and showed me the
glistening head. He stood between me and the window and I could see the
halo of his pubic hair on his scrotum in the light of the afternoon sun. He
jerked it a few times as he lost his erection, showing me what he knew I
wanted, teasingly. He then walked off to take his shower.

We left camp the next day and I never saw him again.



Daniel and Mikael


Here is another summer camp memory from the beginning of my eleventh year.
I hadn't really been paying any special attention to having erections up to
this point in my life, they were just "getting a boner" that guys kidded
each other about.  This would soon change.

This camp was just a regular kid's summer camp with swimming and field
games where kids stayed overnight Monday through Friday and went home on
weekends.  I only went for two weeks that summer.  I stayed in a cabin with
nine other eleven and twelve year olds; we each had a regular bed and the
cabin was pretty well finished with a wooden floor and windows.  There was
no air conditioning, but lying on the sheets felt deliciously cool.  I
remember this because it was part of a sexual experience that, at that
innocent age, was no more than a sensual experience, only later did it
become clear to me what had happened.

We wore nylon swimsuits, like Speedos, back then.  We often wore them
around the cabin because of the heat and lounged in our beds on top of the
sheets.  There were two twelve year olds in my cabin, Daniel and Mikael.
Daniel was the oldest, I don't know what his actual age was other than
twelve, but he was old in sexual awareness.  Daniel had dark, short hair
and brown mischievous eyes.  He was "cool," he wore a choker with beads on
it like a surfer.  Of course, I had never seen a surfer, but it was what I
imagined a surfer would wear.  Daniel was fit, but not overly skinny, his
skin was creamy smooth and he had some muscles, his thighs were filling in
nicely.

I remember standing near Daniel's bed in the late afternoon before supper
talking to him about something or another.  Daniel was on his back,
stretched out diagonally across his bed, wearing only his nylon swimsuit, a
medium blue with yellow stripes on the side.  The sun shone in the window
above his bed and Daniel had his arms up shielding his eyes.  I could see
his bare underarms.  Daniel was smiling at me as I talked.  He was slowly
rocking from side to side on his bed.  I began to become aware that Daniel
was rocking his hips toward me and then rolling back.  My eyes
unconsciously made their way down, first to his chest where his
light-complexioned nipples stood up a bit.  As I continued talking, my eyes
were lured lower by Daniel's languorous movements. My gaze fell upon his
bare belly button, an innie, stretching and lengthening as he tilted
towards me.  I still was clueless until Daniel rocked a couple of more
times.  I stopped talking.

Daniel had a boner in his Speedos!  I could see it pressing the blue nylon
outward.  As he moved his hips it slid to and fro under the thin fabric.
Below his three hard inches, Daniel's balls filled out his pouch.  I
realized that I had stopped talking.  I looked up and saw Daniel smiling at
me.  He knew I was looking at his boner!  I had a flash of embarrassment,
but Daniel continued smiling.  He wasn't ashamed; he wanted me to look at
his erection!  He was showing it off.  Daniel moved it sensually back and
forth.  I smiled goofily, not knowing what to say or do, but I was enjoying
the show.  I realized later that Daniel was probably enjoying my standing
there in the summer sunlight with nothing on but my thin nylon suit.

I can't remember how or why it ended; probably Daniel went off to
masturbate in the toilets, but I remember the barely conscious awareness of
sex on my part to this day.  I looked at Daniel and he looked at me over
the next couple of days, but never with that intimate immediacy again.

I had something very similar happen the next day with another twelve year
old in the cabin – Mikael.  Mikael was from the Netherlands, but he
spoke perfect English with just a slight accent.  Mikael had very blond
wavy hair that was longer in the back in a Euro-style mullet. He had blue
eyes with light blond eyebrows and lashes that, with his slightly
bucked-toothed grin, gave him the appearance of none-too-innocent angel.

It was very late in the day and we were almost ready to go supper.  I went
over to Mikael's bed to ask him something about some camp activity.  He had
been lying on his stomach in only his dark green Speedos.  Mikael rolled
over to face me.  Another vision of my youth was burned into my memory for
all eternity.

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across Mikael's body.  He looked
up at me, head tilted, eyelids heavy with sensual indulgence.  His blond
curls fell back from his forehead.  He lightly bit his lower lip.  I fell
silent.  My gaze moved down Mikael's body.  His arms were at his side; his
chest rose and fell noticeably.  His nipples were puffy and prominent in
the light of the low window.  His smooth torso tightened almost
imperceptively as he pushed his hips slightly upward.  I looked.
Immediately above Mikael's slightly spread inner thighs I could see the
dark green fabric of his nylon trunks pulled taught by a curving prominence
that extended almost to the waist of his swimsuit.  It was longer than
Daniel's.  Mikael tilted his hips again; it was an offering I didn't quite
understand.

I was confused, made some sort of excuse, and went back to my side of the
cabin.  I recognized that these were invitations to something, but what?
We were called to supper and I forgot about it for the moment.  Of course,
months later, I understood that Mikael had been rubbing himself against the
bed and had been in an aroused state. God, why doesn't life come with
instructions?  If, only ...


More to cocks to come.


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