Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 21:37:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Cock I Have Known Part Four

Cock I Have Known   Part Four


As I stated in earlier installments these reminiscences are not in
chronological order. And to be completely truthful, this reminiscence
really isn't "Cock I Have Known," more like "Cock I Knew Was There." I was
in sixth grade and there were two guys who I remembered playing with
themselves in English class – David and Lawrence.

First, there was David. David wasn't too smart and was kind of immature,
even for sixth grade. He really didn't know what was going on, always
unprepared, on the wrong page, etc. David had sort of a slack-jawed
expression most of the time. David wasn't athletic; he had no muscles
whatsoever and still had baby fat around his middle. David definitely
hadn't entered puberty yet, but that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy
masturbation, far from it. David noticeably masturbated if you knew when to
look. It occurred when we were assigned in-class reading during English.  I
guess it was the combination of a quiet classroom, most everyone's
attention being occupied with reading and David's conscious attention being
focused on his book.

I sat partway across the room from David and had the clearest view of
anyone considering where he sat at the very end of a row of desks. I was
the only one to have the correct angle to see the narrow space between
David's lap and the front of his desk. While David would be leaning over
reading his book, he had both of his hands resting on his tummy just above
where the waistband of his pants sat under his chubby middle, fingers
pointed downward. David would jiggle his hands up and down in rapid short
strokes on the outside of his pants. There wasn't much movement of his
upper arms at all ; therefore it would've been unlikely for the teacher or
anyone else to notice anything from above desk level. I really don't think
that David was conscious of what he was doing. I certainly was.

I would watch him jiggle his fingertips over his crotch. This movement was
always rapid, but the intensity would increase as David continued his
masturbatory activity. I had trouble seeing any noticeable erection in
David's pants. I'm sure he had one, but the combination of the distance
from which I viewed his surreptitious indulgence and the fact that at
eleven years old he probably didn't have much in the way of a sizable rod,
meant that I really was unable to gather much detail. David would continue
his activity for five or even ten minutes if uninterrupted. I don't think
David was reaching a wet orgasm, but he was attaining some sort of climax,
sometimes several. I could tell because David, his mouth hanging open more
than usual, would lift his legs somewhat, his feet on tiptoe, when he
reached the acme of his enjoyment.

It was at this point that David would look about somewhat anxiously,
finally consciously aware of where he was. He would have a guilty look upon
his face, afraid someone might've discovered what he had been doing. I
would look away so he wouldn't see me watching, but every once in a while
David would catch me looking at him. I pretended not to notice anything and
truthfully, I don't think anyone else did spot David playing with himself
for the first few months of sixth grade. Seeing David rubbing himself
always excited me, but I was smart enough not to do anything about it in
class, although I did give some thought to my classmate's activities later
at home. Eventually, as the school year went on, David stopped noticeably
pleasuring himself. Maybe he had been caught and admonished, in another
class by a teacher, or by his parents.  More likely, he was subject to
ridicule from some other sixth grader who had witnessed David's fairly
obvious movements.


Lawrence was a different story. He really didn't fully masturbate in class;
mostly he played with himself to either get an erection or to enjoy one
that sprung up spontaneously. He was fully conscious of what he was doing
and what he was doing was goofing around with his buddies of which I was
one. Lawrence was good-looking, a dirty blonde with blue eyes, and popular,
he had a great, outgoing personality with a boyish sense of humor. And by a
boyish sense of humor I mean he had no problems joking about boners and
masturbation.

For a laugh, Lawrence enjoyed calling your attention to his crotch and his
penis at the most inappropriate times.  Sometimes, you would be writing an
assignment on your desk when Lawrence would reach over and lightly stroke
his hand up and down your arm.  When you looked up, he would make quiet
moaning sounds like he was jerking off and he would draw your attention
downward towards his crotch with his eyes.  Sure enough, he would be hard
in his pants.  Every nearby boy aware of what was happening would laugh; it
was the height of amusement for sixth grade boys.

I sat a couple of seats over from Lawrence in English at the beginning of
the school year. We boys usually wore nylon basketball shorts while it was
still warm out and the thin fabric made it easy to see any sort of boner
that might arise.  Being that we were twelve year olds, they usually
did. Sometimes Lawrence would cover up or cross his legs to hide his thin
erection. At other times, Lawrence would make sure that his penis would
press against the nylon of his shorts so that we would notice it. This
would induce giggles and we would try not to be caught by the teacher
engaging in what was, needless to say, a much more interesting subject than
any study of English. To this day I still have an image of Lawrence's cut
cock head clearly outlined in nylon next to his right thigh.

To be honest, I never really saw Lawrence's penis uncovered. Looking back,
it is amazing to me how we avoid doing what we want to do in life. I really
wish I had gotten to "know" more about Lawrence's cock. Oh, well...


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