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