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.
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 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.

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