Boys will be Boys

After reading the story's about shy boys having to take showers alone and being bullied in school, or threatened in the boys room. I think back, and I am sure glad I raised my nephew back in the days this sort of stuff rarely took place.

I recall that sometimes the boys would take another boy and throw him into the showers in just his underpants. I remember how my nephew came home with wet underpants and told me what had happen. He said it happens all the time, and it was a lot of fun getting shoved into the shower with just his underpants.

I understood that it just boys behaving like boys back then. Everyone still took there showers together. there was no actual bullying going on at all. To the guys, it was just fun playing around.

It seems now a days boys can not be boys. How sad it is that boys can not enjoy all the fun times like it was back then.

Farm Boy

Showing off my Big Shot

In the Story where the bigger kid showed the younger one how, the older boy sounds like me, only I would still want to wank with the other guy later on when I got bigger.

 You see, I wanted to show a young guy the basics. If you want the truth, I probably mostly wanted the young guy to watch me. Which I knew from experience would give me a better shot when I came.

  But what happened kinda went all wrong and I remember it to this day. We were at an ice cream and hamburger place. It had a little restroom, only a toilet and sink. We went in there and I sat on the pot and started my demonstration. The other guy stood right across from me and watched with huge eyes. I strung it out because it was getting real good with him watching. Finally I came. It was a big time supercharged bunch of shots.

 But it turned into a disaster. My cum shot straight onto the other guy's clothes, all over him. I got soft in a hurry. He was trying to brush the cum off with his fingers and freaking. We cleaned him up as much as possible.

 He told his mother some big lie that is was a milk shake someone spilled on him. He did not like me much after that, but later-on he got over it, and we did some good jacking together.

Anonymous

A Bully and the Hidden Grass Burr

 I was reading about one of those brothers being a bully.

When I was in seventh grade a big cocky ninth grader forced me to jack him off almost every day. Back then we had no recourse. If a kid reported something like that he was considered a troublemaker by the coach and would still have to face the bully later on.

 During PE the ninth grader snuck off and sat on a concrete block behind the bushes that lined the gym. When I got there he would pull down his gym shorts and I would play with his dick for a little while. Then he would kneel in the dirt so I could pump out his load for him. He told me fast or slow or not so tight. Although I was forced to do him, I sprung stiffies of my own while taking care of his dick.

 One day I told him, "I'm going to get mine out too." He made fun of my little weenie but said I could play with myself all I wanted to after I took care of him. I don't know what made me so brave, but I told him he had to touch mine if he wanted me to play with his. For days he made one excuse after another, sometimes agreeing to do it if I took care of him first, which never happened of course. Basically he thought that little guys served big guys, not vice-versa.

 However he offered to give me a feel one day. I thought I had won the argument until he touched me. He forced his fingers down on my dick and scratched a series of bloody cuts! OUCH!

 The asshole had a grass burr hidden between two fingers. When he saw the blood oozing out of the scratches on my dick he got real scared. He pulled up his jock and shorts and ran like hell. I think he was scared that he crossed a line and I could get him in big-time serious trouble. I went to the restroom and wrapped my bleeding dick in toilet paper.

 The dude never came near me again. If you look carefully you can still see little scars on my dick.

Anonymous

You Should Probably Know About This

I remember the first time I saw someone else cum? I was like 9 or 10 years old at at a family party.

We're outside playing in the yard when my 13 year old favorite cousin tells me to come with him because he has something "cool" to show me. He said it was important but we had to hide ourselves away from all the adults and other kids. My cousin let his dick out, it was bigger than mine and had hair so I said something like "wow, it's like a grownup. cool."

 I thought that was the cool thing he wanted to show me, but he said that wasn't what he wanted me to see. He spit on his hand and started sliding back and forth on his dick saying "watch" over and over with an increasingly breathless voice. I had no clue what he was trying to do. "Here it comes" he announced slowing his pace and holding his other hand out to catch the white liquid that shot out of his dick.

  I guessed that he felt relieved based on his moaning as the strange juice squirted from his cock and partially filled the cupped palm of his hand. He moved his hand over towards me and said "That's my sperm, if it goes in a girl she'll have a baby. This is the stuff that makes babies. I bet you thought it was the stork."

 He then wiped the goo onto a rag he had in his pocket and put it back.
 "Don't tell anyone okay?"

I agreed not to.

 "It's just that I thought you should know about this".  He added with confidence.

I foolishly thought I could do it too but gave up before an orgasm was achieved. The funny thing was that when I was old enough and actually started jacking off this same cousin wouldn't do it with me. It was a one time event but one that I remember until this very day over 25 years later.

Anonymous

Thanks, I Needed That

The following story serves as a sure reminder that OOTS is For "You". Yes even the guys who were cautiously timid as teens, waiting for ages before they collapsed into discovering what a partner can offer. I was one of those very same boys, a HS Senior before I finally met the "right" kind of buddy.  Read how this Author felt and how he more or less, triumphed over his fears.
E~

 I'm going to start off by confessing that I was somewhat of a wimp as a kid. Didn't do anything threatening, stayed away from boys that scared me. You might say that I had poor self-esteem, always worried that the mean guys would get hold of me and hurt me.

 When I hit puberty I discovered something completely new. I didn't let anybody know about my nasty secret, but masturbation gave my life a whole new dimension. Jacking off was a thrill like nothing else I had ever done. It was privately exhilarating and just awesome.

  I rationed my wanking because I learned almost immediately that skipping a day or two made it even better.

 With that background, it's a little difficult for me to accept all these stories about blow jobs among young boys. I don't doubt that BJ's occasionally happened, but they certainly didn't happen for me. Even mutual masturbation didn't happen for a long time.

 I didn't want anybody to know about my secret pleasure. Jacking was probably going on all around me, but I would have died to get caught playing with my peter.


 I was sixteen before I masturbated with another guy. I remember it in every detail. We were on a church trip. The bus stopped at a small-town cafe. At that time I was disciplining myself to jack off only twice a week but my schedule was all fouled up because of the trip. I went into the restroom, needing to piss but also horny. First I got rid of my pee. Then I started jacking, scared to death that somebody would come in - yet deeply needing to shoot a load. I was getting the feelings when it happened. The door opened and another boy came in.

 I was so close to climaxing that I didn't know what to do. The urinals had no privacy. I stood as still as possible, trying to keep my hand from moving yet within seconds of ejaculating. But something crazy happened. Both "Bob" and I were somehow aware of each other. without any preliminaries we were both pumping our erections sort of slowly and carefully. I shot first. Then all I could think of was escaping from the restroom and never going near "Bob" again.

 But as I hurried past, he said "Thanks, I needed that."

 That put a whole new slant on things. To make a long story short, Bob and I became regular JO partners.

 However, I never heard or dreamed or imagined that there was such a thing as one guy blowing another, and I'm sure that Bob was equally naive. I learned about blowing when I went off to college. Never had the slightest hint about it as a young boy.

Anonymous

Free Blow-Jobs Today

  I was in middle school and I knew a little about blow jobs. There was this other guy that was sort of the teacher's pet in class. Kind of the perfect kid that parents and teachers love, but most other kids don't trust 'em. I thought he was real articulate when he spoke, which was why the teacher favored him. He didn't annoy me, and never seemed like a snitch, so I was okay with him, and we would hang-out some after class.

  One time we were alone and checking each other out. All  random-like he said he was giving free blow jobs that day. I did not stop to question the logic of that offer. I just kind of shrugged my head, and said "Okay, Sure." He told me I needed to drop my undies, he wouldn't do it all for free. But as soon as my goods were out, he seemed to know what to do, so I sat back redeeming my freebie offer.

  The boy had very blonde hair, kind of a bright yellowish blonde styled real carefully where every hair strand was just perfectly placed for effect.

 As for blowing me, he had a few good moves, tonguing the tip, caressing my balls, then stroking inside my thighs. I wanted a little more friction, so I started to put my hands on his head to control the pumping. I discovered that his hair was so stiff it felt like he had used glue instead of gel! The hair was so brittle that I was afraid it would break if I bent a strand!

  Anyway, I moved my hands behind his neck instead of on his head. I have had other BJ's through the years but I still remember that blonde head going back and forth with the hair glued solidly in place.

Anonymous

Greg's Gentle Wake-up

We seem to be on a string o f early Blowie stories. It sure brings up a topic, that is not discussed very often here. But I have no doubt these stories represent a silent but large group of our readers who have some knowledge of such events. Enjoy.
E~ 

I was small for my age at 14, just over 100 pounds. No body hair except a few scattered small ones that were crowned above my penis. Barely none under my arms. I had been making sperm for about a year. Small dribbles at first. First emission was a wet dream just after 13.

So, on to this event, I am pretty sure it happened after school got out for the summer. I was a month or two older than 14 as my birthday is in May.

 I was sound asleep upstairs in my room one morning, wearing only white briefs.  My friend Greg came over. My mom sent him up to my room since we were good friends, she probably figured he could wake me. But his method for waking me was not conventional. I remember feeling my penis was warm and hard. My mind in a dream-state wondering what the heck this good feeling was.

 When I woke up and opened my eyes I could see my sheet going up and down. Oh it felt so good. I laid there. The pleasant accent on my aroused dick kept feeling stronger. I was really awake now. I slowly lifted up the sheet and saw my friend Greg sucking up and down on my penis. It was surely maxed at it’s full 4 inches. Throbbing hard and tense as ever. He licked around the head and tongued the slit. I never felt anything like that ever. I knew I was going to come but I didn’t want him to know I was awake. I felt his tongue rolling my balls in their tightening sac. His mission to reach the tip included a long slow tongue lashing from the base to the red tinted glans. He sucked me all the way in. At the point of ultimate pressure, I pushed up and released the largest amount of sperm I had ever done in my life. I just kept shooting. It was so much he apparently choked. But he finally swallowed it all. When he pulled off I was all clean and wide awake.

Without acknowledgement, I offered the next-best reward. I just told him Mom would make us some breakfast, he sat quietly on my bed and watched me get dressed. As I zipped my pants, I grinned and challenged him,
 "Race ya down-stairs" Off we went in a flash. But I let him win.

He didn't have any milk with breakfast, but he drank a lot of water that morning. 

David