Oops! I'm sorry!

The lady that cleans our office suite comes on Fridays.

 There are nice large restrooms on the first floor plus a couple of little cramped closet-size toilets upstairs. This morning I turned the knob and opened the door to the second-floor men's room. It was not locked so I was unprepared. As the door swung outwards, I found myself staring straight at the housekeeper's four-year-old son sitting on the toilet. And of course he was staring back at me.

 He is a handsome little dark-skinned dude with tight curly black hair. I immediately shut the door, muttering an embarrassed "Oops! I'm sorry!"

After about ten minutes I went back. By then the door was open and the room empty. But the memory of the little guy remains with me. He was sitting with his knees spread wide while wiggling his little circumcised peter with both hands. Very likely he was making a serious examination, wondering many things about the gift nature had bestowed on him.

Anonymous

Cooling off my Stiffie

I found an old email from one of our contributing authors Thunder Cloud. The following story was not published. Immediately, I  knew it should be posted.
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Most of my sixth grade year and on into all of the seventh, we were stationed at a US military installation on the Mexican border. The only reason for mentioning this place is because that particular base had a very nice housing area with the homes grouped into several compact neighborhoods with large, well-equipped playgrounds in the middle of each neighborhood.

Not long before moving there, I had become aware of my boners, but not much else (see "Man, You've Got It Bad" which our friend Eric has posted on this site).

Every time I caught an erection it bugged me. I had to constantly rearrange my junk and my tightie-whities in hopes of making my boner feel better. I also worried about keeping the bulge from becoming visible. I just did not like to get hard. Whenever I felt my cock growing I would silently curse: "That @#% thing is getting big again." The only time that I felt good about my pisser becoming large was when a situation happened to work out where another guy and I could do a little friendly comparing.

The playground was just across our back fence. It was basically a large circular field surrounded by a ring of homes. Parents could look out their back windows and see the entire area.

I was a little too old for most of the playground equipment, but I kept hanging out in the playground with some other kids my age. One of my favorite things was a set of swings. They were "big kid" swings, thick rubber seats suspended by chains from a tall frame. Built to military specs and tough enough to last until Doomsday. Some of us older kids would swing as high as we dared. Then we'd lift our butts off of the seats and hang onto the chains, unsupported except by our grip on the chains, almost flying. Some of the more daring guys would let go completely and figure a vector as they went into free-fall and try to hit the ground standing on their feet.

One evening when things were starting to get dark and most of the kids had gone home, I had one of the wildest inspirations of my life. My confounded penis was stiff and rigid and chubby. I had been moving it from place to place behind my zipper for hours. It was as uncomfortable as hell because of being confined in my pants.

I was the only one swinging. Nobody else nearby. Why not do something absolutely crazy? Get the damn thing out and let it stick up naked while soaring back and forth in the swing?

I unzipped my pants and pried my erection out. It was hot and sweaty. I got a running start in my favorite swing and flew as high as I dared Back and forth, back and forth, breakneck airspeed.

The summer air was dry and comfortable. It blew gently around my bare stiffie as I swung as high and as fast as I could. My dick was still stiff but it felt so much better thanks to the moving air. I felt almost like soft fingers were touching my boner, but it was only the air currents caressing my hard-on. In a word, it was heavenly.

Swinging with my bare erection sticking up from my lap became my favorite playground activity. I could hardly wait for the sun to set each evening so that it would get dark enough to pull my boner out. I let my naked dick enjoy the breeze almost every night, staying on the swings until I heard my dad standing at the back door yelling for me to come home.

One of my friends had played a slightly dirty game with me from time to time. As one of us slid down the largest slide on our back, the other guy would reach out and try to honk his balls as he zipped by. After discovering boner-swinging, I inducted him into that game. He would swing with his peter exposed, but as far as I could tell he never got hard.

He did add a neat twist to the game, though. Whenever I landed after a wild, erect ride, he would hustle over and  say "Ground support. Is everything still there?" while squeezing and fingering my stiff cock. I liked that very much and started thinking that boners weren't so bad after all.

Thunder Cloud 

Johnny Draws Judgment

Guys, I have been thinking about whether to post a comment. Now that this story is no longer the lead topic, I will mention something that happened to me.

A boy that I knew at church went with me into the restroom one day. I was still sexually naïve and about 13. The other boy was close to the same age. He came right into the stall with me (there was not a urinal in the little room). It was obvious to me that he wanted to see my dick. While I pissed he stood looking straight at my penis. I began to get a hard-on and he continued looking while I flopped my stiffie around. Nobody said anything. He kept staring at my growing boner.

This was before I learned about wanking, so I wasn't "doing" anything. I had a couple of other friends that I enjoyed peter-play with, but this boy was not one of them. My dick became completely erect and the other boy stood staring at it. I thought I had found another pal who would like to to play around. So I reached over and gave the front of his pants a little touch.

I completely misjudged him. The instant I put my fingers on him he yelled "THAT'S PRIVATE!" Then he went running out of the restroom, slamming the door behind him.

 Several days later the boy's mother drew me aside and said "Johnny" had told her what I did to him. She said she wasn't going to tell my parents, but I had better leave other boys alone. This was a terrible rebuke to me, maybe the most embarrassing thing that I ever endured.

To me, this incident has an application to the story about the boy and his sleepover experiences. It says that some people have two different sets of rules, one for themselves and one for others. Johnny felt it was perfectly okay to watch me piss and stare at my erect penis, but he would not tolerate me showing interest in him.

I will also mention that as I grew older all of us kids at church learned something about this "Johnny." He was the kind of kid who would stir up a situation and get other people involved. Then he would disappear and when the mischief was discovered, the rest of us took the blame while Johnny ratted on us, always portraying himself as an innocent party or even a victim.


Anonymous

How to Embarrass Your Family

 My family had relatives scattered far and wide. We typically drove to some distant town for Thanksgiving.


 One year (I was 8) we were on a narrow road out in the boonies when we encountered two dogs in the ditch. One of the dogs had mounted the other one and was busy doing what dogs do. I had never seen such a thing and rose up in my seat to stare at them as we passed.

Totally innocent, I yelled out, "Look at those dogs!"

My grandmother was up front with my parents. My favorite aunt was in the back seat with me. If I'd had the slightest inkling of what I was talking about, I would certainly have kept my mouth shut.

My mother said, "Hush, Marty."

"Why? What were they doing?"

There was total silence in the car. Finally my father came up with an answer: "Those dogs were getting married to each other."

"Getting married to each other!"

Having been to a few weddings, I tried to picture dogs prancing down the aisle and barking the vows. But that didn't explain the scene in the ditch, one dog gripping another one from behind, thrusting his hindquarters back and forth.

"They're making puppies," my aunt said quietly.

That was the end of the conversation, but I thought about those dogs the rest of the way. Finally we got to our destination, a house full of relatives all greeting each other and talking at once.

"Guess what!" I yelled above the general confusion. "We saw two dogs getting married! They were making puppies!"

Everybody stopped talking. My mother snatched me by the arm and dragged me to another room where she gave my rear end a major swat.

"We don't talk about that," she warned me.

"Why?" I sobbed, but she didn't answer.

Two of my older cousins quizzed me about what I'd seen, but I was full of caution by then and wouldn't answer their questions.

Occasionally through the years I have seen other animals getting with it, and I always remember my dad's effort to explain to an eight-year-old: "They're getting married."

Martin

A Water Park Grab Attack

When I was in high school years ago I was with a group that went to the local water park.

 Two guys caught my attention in the stream that circled all around the attractions. They were floating on big round tubes and at the same time, kind of wrestling with each other. They were younger than me. I would put them at maybe thirteen or fourteen. After I realized what was going on I kept my eyes on them, floating behind at a discreet distance.


One of the guys would lay belly-down across his tube. The other one would float over to him and launch a sneak attack. The exact form of the attack became clear to me after a minute or two. Although no one else probably figured it out. The attacker reached up through the center of the inner tube and grabbed his buddy's junk! They would yell and struggle for a while. Then the other guy would lay face-down on the tube acting cool,  but  really he was all set to be grabbed.
 
The boys alternated back and forth like that for two or three circuits of the stream. There was no mistake about it, they were good enough friends that they were happily squeezing each other's goods. Sometimes a minute or more would pass while the one on the tube allowed himself to be felt-up real good by his buddy.

It wouldn't surprise me if one or both of them reached ejaculation with all the jock jacking going down. I know I did as soon as I could!

Anonymous