Jeremy's "Weird" One

  Over 10 years ago I was a Summer recreation leader and we had a small group of kids that came to the park everyday. One of the things that you want to watch for when you have a group of kids is that nobody is being harassed or bullied. My partner and I were pretty good at nipping that kind of behavior in the bud so all the kids followed the rule if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all.


  This is why it was a surprise when one of the recreation participants, an 8 year old boy named Jeremy, white kid, blonde hair and on the tall side for his age came to me balling. He sniffled as he told me that his friend was making fun of him. I called the other boy over and asked Jeremy what his friend had said,

  "He said my wiener looks weird."


I almost laughed "weird?" I asked.


  The other kid who was a couple years younger with darker hair spoke up,


   "It does, it's long and it curves to the side like this" he said demonstrating the curve with his fingers.


 Jeremy angrily exclaimed "STOP!" he was known to hit when he got upset so I knew I had to put a stop to this so I very simply said,


   "Everybody has a different kind of private part and we should still be nice." I made the other boy apologize and within an hour they were best friends again.


  I never got to see for myself how "weird" things were and I didn't try to. It's just funny to me especially when that younger kid defended himself by saying "It is weird" and then describing in detail why he felt that way. I also never inquired how or where he saw the Jeremy's penis. In the restroom or were they playing a game? I'll never know.


Gov Shutdown

A Lumped Warm-up Suit Surprise

I  had a 7:30 Saturday morning make-up last weekend for some eighth-graders who had missed a test. One of the guys is a small, quiet boy that’s been in my classes several times. He is very timid, hardly ever saying a word. He stays away from other kids, clearly a loner.


He is so introverted that it hurts. If I call on him in class he becomes too scared to answer.
Saturday was cold and wet. The little guy wore a gray warm-up suit. The kid and the gray outfit together made me think of a drab, frightened little gray squirrel.


Partway through the test he raised his hand. I went to him and he whispered to me, using a voice that sounded like he was apologizing for some big mistake, “Mr. Doe, do you think I could go to the restroom? Please?”


I told him to go ahead.

I was standing right by his chair when he began to stand up. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was a “Gol-l-l-lee!” moment (Thank you, Gomer Pyle.)


As the boy slid out from under the writing surface and stood from the chair, a thick bulge was revealed in his lap. It stretched across the front of his gray warm-up pants, creating a big lump. While still raising himself from out of the chair he clamped a hand over his tent in a futile effort to hide the bulge. Then he hurried toward the door with both hands cupped around his crotch.


I was stunned. My timid little squirrel had a genuine adolescent erection in his gray cotton warm-ups. Of all the boys in the school, this meek little fellow would be the last one you’d expect to have a boner - especially a boner as lusty as this one.


My little student would have curled up and died if he’d known that I’d not only noticed his lump but also identified it as an erection.


He remained gone for five minutes or so. When he returned he scurried back to his seat with no sign that he’d ever had a boner.


Since I wasn’t in the restroom with him I can’t tell you exactly how he resolved the problem, but I bet your guess is the same as mine. Sometimes the most unlikely boys have the most to conceal.


Anonymous

The Adventures of Mark ( I want to try something!)

(This is where things get much more heated as I explain my first blowjob and jacking with Francis. Puberty sure made me do reckless things but none I regret, I'm sure many of you can relate, lol. Enjoy!)

Once Sam fell asleep, Francis and I began  talking, still remaining close to each other. The short boy was sitting on my lap, and had asked me,

"So, how long did you like me?"

I had replied, my cheeks heating, "A while, honestly. You're just really nice-looking to me." Francis let out a hum while I stroked his hair. It just felt so natural to have him in my arms.

Francis then asked another question, one that made me heat up. "So...have you ever jacked off to me?" When he turned and saw my silent reaction, he let out a giggle, "You have!"

I sigh, "Okay, yeah, I have." He gave yet another of those damn cute giggles, and kissed my lips. As I kissed back, I had pulled one of the blankets on the bed over us. Francis' slim body was now laying on mine.

When I broke from the kiss with a pant, I gained a confused look. Why was he asking these questions? When I asked this, he whispered something in my ear.

"Because I want to try something..."

I remembered my confusion, and how naive I was. He sank into the blanket, and I couldn't see his beautiful face. I felt my underwear get pulled down under the blanket. When I started to speak again, the best feeling washed over me.

The feeling I now know to be lips around the head of my cock.

"Who-o-o-oaaaa..."

My hands squeezed the bed-sheets and I lolled my head back, feeling waves of pleasure as Francis sucked me off. I didn't know there was any feeling like this! I covered my mouth to mask a groan and prevent Sam from waking, feeling the pleasure travel down to the base of my then seven-inch (My brother kept yearly records of this,but that's a story for another time). I lifted the blanket to see what Francis was doing and found the deed, seeing the brunette sucking down to the base. I remembered my mix of shock and pleasure, clutching his sweet curly hair. How could he take it all like that?

Starting to get used to the feeling, I began lifting my hips a few times, thrusting. The biggest thing I remember about this night was our cohesiveness. It was like we understood each other, even when it was my first time being sucked. Grabbing his hair tighter, I wanted to thrust more, and so I asked, "Can I...?" Francis pulled out and let out loud breaths for air, much to my pleasure's dismay. A string of saliva connected my member and his lips.

He replied with a smile, short of breath, "Do...what you...like..." He took a few deep breaths, then pushed my dick back in his mouth. I grabbed his hair and began thrusting up and down, watching with wonder as my cock disappeared down his throat. As my orgasm was getting close, I began thrusting in overdrive. My vision became blurry, and I could only hear Francis' occasional choking and the sound of my package making contact with his chin. I finally let out an unrestrained groan, one I couldn't hold in.

It was the largest release of cum I felt, larger than any I experienced jacking off. I can remember around 8 to 10 spurts of cum, feeling my muscle expand and contract in Francis' mouth. The best part was hearing Francis swallow it all. He closed his eyes and gulped it down.

I looked at him as he laid on my sweaty heaving chest and asked, "Where did you kearn that...?"

Francis smiled and said to me, lips coated with white gel,"Tried it on myself one night. Was it...good?"

I nodded, "Y-yeah...let me help you in return..." I turned him over, so his back laid on my chest. I felt him squirm as his rear nudged my semi-hard dick. One arm around his waist, I placed the other hand on his smaller member. For about half an hour, we stayed under the covers, me ministering his crotch above his pink tanga briefs. It was a beautiful night, with him squirming on my chest and letting out cute moans while I kissed the back of his neck and jacked him off. When he finally let out a squeal and I felt wetness on his briefs, I knew what happened.

The rest of this night I don't remember much, but since I woke up Saturday morning with Francis still in my arms, I assume we eventually fell asleep. Saturday was filled with more fun and games with cuddling at night with Sam, along with Sunday. This one memorable Friday night however, made Francis and I frequent lovers - and eventual boyfriends.

(I hope you enjoyed! If it interests you all, I'm considering talking about my first time having intercourse as a teen.)

Mark

What's it mean to be Young and Effiminate

This is a comment from the story  G,B or T at Eight? 
I think it brings forth a topic, worthy of discussion at anytime.


I was in third grade when I knew I was gay. I loved seeing my brother and dad in white briefs. Pro wrestling was my favorite....

 My aunts son is in 4th grade. They asked me if I think hes gay. He loves dancing, looks gay. He is also handsome. Talks bout underwear etc. Likes to be in his briefs grabbing himself.

I dont know if he is? He can grow out of having female mannerisms. Definitely not an age to tell him its ok to be gay etc. Let him decide and only he can decide.

A reader commenting as "What"

The 3 Incredible Nude Shoppers

     I was at a family friendly Pagan festival maybe 15 years ago, camping out and selling sarongs. I have had many people come in to my shop,  drop their clothing, and shop in the nude before me.

 But there was this time that a father, and  his 3 sons came in to shop. I would guess the boys were 14, 13, and 10. All light brown haired, and with  a strong family resemblance. They were cute! They walked into my booth in shorts, and t-shirts, and Dad says, "O.k. boys, strip". They weren't shy, and in no time, all 4 were standing there in their birthday suits, looking thru my rack of sarongs. The 2 older boys had beautiful uncut cocks, with a nice small crop of pubes above, and nice natural musculature. The youngest boy had the cutest string bean hanging down and not a hair on his body. He also had a bit of baby fat, which I thought was adorable. He was also the most frisky, jumping around, and talking really fast. And the Dad wasn't hard on the eyes either!  Me sitting there on my bench in just a sarong myself, I had to consciously control my own excitement!

    The Dad and the 2 older boys quickly picked out sarongs and Dad showed the boys how to tie them. The youngest boy also picked out a sarong, but he was frustrated because it was huge on him, and more like a cape! I showed him how we could fold it in half and make a boy sized sarong out of it. The boy was excited by that, and Dad said, "let him tie it on you". So this delicious naked boy steps between my knees, (I'm still sitting down), and I put my arms around him, and tie the sarong around his waist. I could smell the heat coming off him, it was rather intoxicating! I'm sure my hands were shaking!

    The Dad was very thankful that I was so helpful, payed up, and off they went, the youngest jumping around so much, he kept on flashing everyone. What a way to make a living!

     They came by again several times over the week, but I never got as good a floor show as I did that first day!

GYPSY

The Long & Constant Jerker

For me, ninth grade was the first time I saw penises on display. I already knew how to jack-off. I loved shooting my load. Sometimes I looked at my dick in the mirror. It hung slightly to one side. I was afraid it was deformed because I wanked it every day.

 Then I went to high school and had to take PE. There were lots of peters that hung in different ways. Some were "normal" (what I thought was normal) and some hung at an angle. I was sure that I could tell whether a boy liked to jack by looking at his dick. If it hung straight down he did not jack off (I thought). The boy that blew my mind away had an unusual dick, long but not very thick. It hung down at a definite angle. And not only that, it was kind of twisted so that his pee slit was turned almost 90 degrees. I had that guy all figured out. He must be a constant jerker. I decided he was the champion masturbator of the whole class because of the unmistakable way his dick looked. I was flat-ass wrong, of course. Everybody's dick is different and those with curves and twists and angles are just as normal as those that hang straight down. But my "system" of peeking at dicks and grading jackers by the way their dicks dangled kept me horny that year of PE.

Anonymous

Adventures of Mark - (Frances In Jail, Captures Me)

Mark continues the story of the Night his Crush came to visit for a Sleep-over. As things get more intense some of you might squirm, but  I remind you there are no rules in the ways of attraction, and love. To some it's far more than just a quick shared wank and back to playing vid games. These boys are already in High School, and emotions are often developing at an alarming rate by that age. So read-on to see what is next for these three boys.
E~

 As the movie continued, Francis, Sam, and I started to move closer, talking to each other and gasping from the many action-packed scenes. Francis was leaning on my shoulder, and I had an arm around his lithe, soft waist. I even occasionally rubbed his side with the same hand, eliciting hums from the brunette boy. Sam was behind both of us, hand on both of our shoulders. I really enjoyed the way Francis submitted to my hold. And I couldn't help but glance down at his rear every now and then.

  Once we finished the 3 movies we had prepared (which I cannot recall what they were), we played many games well into the night. Most were board games like Monopoly or card games like Go Fish. But one particular game I enjoyed the most: Cops and Robbers.

  It was starting to get dark, and my parents usually fell asleep at this time, leaving us young teens to our own devices. So we decided to play Cops and Robbers in the house. This game was sort of like Hide and Seek, but a bit different. One person (the cop) would stay in my brother and I's bedroom and count to 50 while the others hide. Then the cop would seek out and find the others. If he found someone, the cop would chase the hiders (robbers), until he grabs them, in which they would be considered "cuffed". They would finally be pulled back into the bedroom, where the jail was.

"I'll be the cop!" I volunteered. "Get ready to run!"

Sam and Francis ran off out of the bedroom, my bulge returning as I saw Francis' bouncing rear while he ran. I turned and closed my eyes, counting.

"1...2...3..."

  I heard shuffling downstairs, and kept counting.

"19....20...21..."

  As I reached 50, I shouted, "Here I come!" and headed out of the bedroom, looking around. I checked the bathroom, opening the shower curtain. No one there.

  I then ran down the steps, which creaked a bit. I immediately heard footsteps running nearby, followed by giggling. I was close. I ran into the kitchen, and saw no one. When I left again, I moved slowly. It seemed that whenever I found their hiding spot, they would run. As I crept slowly, I smiled to see the half naked Francis in the living room behind a sofa, facing away from me. He didn't see me. I slowly approached, then grabbed him from behind, placing my arms around his waist and tugging, "Got you!" Francis let out a surprised shout, saying, "No way! How did you find me?!" Despite his "surprise", he leaned his back to connect with my bare chest. I pushed him over the sofa, pretending to cuff him by grabbing his wrists and pulling them together in front of him.

  "It was easy!" I replied smugly, as I pushed him on. But Francis began to fall limp, landing on the couch. He looked back at me and said, "You'll have to pick me up if you want to arrest me!" I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist again, scooping him up. Because he was short and light, I had almost no problem. He wrapped his legs around my waist and my cheeks heated, watching him place his still "cuffed" arms around my neck like a necklace. I carried him upstairs, and he rested his head on my shoulder. Once we arrived at the bedroom, I placed him on the bed and said, "Alright, you're in jail. Sit tight while I fin-"

  Then the most amazing moment happened. This very moment is what sparked my relationship with Francis. I felt my erection increase when the brunette's soft lips connected with mine. I can almost remember this perfect kiss like yesterday. I didn't even kiss back because I was so surprised. I simply brought Francis to his feet and held his waist. Minutes had passed, and now I had pinned Francis against the wall, blinded by the beautiful kiss. The brunette lifted his leg a bit and I held his thigh up. Our bodies were glued together while we made out. After a few minutes, I heard from behind me the door close and a voice say,

"I knew you two would hit it off."

  I immediately broke from the kiss and let Francis go, my face feeling flushed. Francis appeared to be embarrassed as well. I stuttered, "U-Um, Sam-"

  He interrupted with a smile,"I know my little brother. You guys were made for each other." At the time, I thought Sam would me mad or jealous. But later, I realized that brother Sam just liked seeing me happy. He is the best brother I could ask for. I ran to him and hugged him softly, "Thanks, Sam..." He pat my back and replied, "No problem. I just hope you know I still want to cuddle both of you." I laughed and I heard Francis' giggles from behind me. And so, all three of us sat on the bed, watching some TV. However this time, Francis was on my lap, with my arms around me. Sam had eventually fell asleep, leaning on me.

  But despite this, the night was not quite over...

-To be continued...

Mark

(The final parts of this night will be my next post. But remember, there's a Saturday and Sunday~)

Who Knew "How's it Hanging"

Funny Event:

A Long time ago in Junior High, it was cool to greet good buddies and friends saying

"How's it hanging?"

Nobody said this in front of parents, teachers or girls. But there was a little boy that was a year ahead of himself in school. He didn't know shit from shinola. He was book smart, but not very street-wise, so kind of dumb at the same time. He yelled across the field one day at another boy in Phys ed.

   "How's it hanging?"

 That was heard by scores of people and they laugh like hell at him. Me and another boy, we got the little kid alone in the locker room, and ask him if he knows what that really means. He just looked at us confused and said he thought it just meant "What's Up?". My friend pointed to the boy's pants. It means

 "How's your dickie doing?"

The little kid ran off and never said it again.

Anonymous 

A Boy in Development

Yesterday in a big box store I saw a boy with his mom. He looked to be about 14, tall, but with a slim, slight build. Maybe 5'7", 125 lbs. He was wearing just a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. He was remarkably good looking, with an engaging smile and impeccable complexion. Not a zit or whisker or even an "upper lip dark shadow young teen mustache" on his very attractive face. Looking down past his tiny little butt I was shocked to see his legs from his knees to his ankles were already shockingly hairy! Not the fine little dark hairs lying flat against his legs like you'd expect for a boy his age, but loads of bushy long dark hair! His legs were already much hairier than mine were when I was in my 20's.

It made me realize that there was a lot more testosterone activity already going on all through his body than I'd expect for what appeared to be just an 8th or 9th grade boy.

Anonymous

Just Pour Water on it

A story about a little boy peeing in his front yard reminded me of this.

My mother had a unique way of teaching us three boys to pee in the toilet. I was the oldest, so I saw her deal with my two younger brothers. She stood one of us in front of the toilet on a little stool with our tiny pinker dangling above the bowl. She waited a minute or two while encouraging the guy to "make some pee-pee." 

If he did not pee, she got a cup of water and slowly poured it on his penis. That nearly always did the trick and he would start urinating as the water flowed over his peter. 

When I was about 8 or 9 I tried it on a little cousin. Instead of peeing, his dick became erect. When I saw his dick rising up and getting longer while I poured water on it, I was downright frightened. I put my fingers on it to push it down to its normal position, but it wouldn't stay. That scared the fool out of me. I thought I had ruined his penis. 

Years later when I started to realize and understand that I was having boners, the memory of my young cousin's dick getting hard came back to haunt me.

Anonymous

The Bag Boy

 At the supermarket - I love the bag boys at our local Albertson's. They are all "geeky-unsocialized" teens who are so proud of having a job. Each is a little jewel, and they are generally robustly happy and talkative. One of these precious guys, thin and blond and sort of shy, bagged up my groceries yesterday and pushed the cart out to the parking lot, walking side-by-side with me and calling me "Sir" the whole time.

 

As he helped me stow the bags in my trunk, I saw three distinct dried, grey spots on the left thigh of his Khakis. I tipped him as usual and kept my mouth shut. 

 

But I was happy for him, thinking, "You made good use of your break time this afternoon, didn't you!"

 

Anonymous

The Theme Park Side Show

If we're sharing "Interesting restroom stories", here's one for you:

This happened at Disney World about 10 years ago. I went into a restroom and there were just 4 urinals and no partitions between them. I took #2, and #4 was already in use. So that left the only two remaining spots right on both sides of me. A boy comes in, looking about 13 or 14, and he walks right up to #3 on my right. He's wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
With a quick and coordinated motion, he lifted up his shirt enough to hook both of his thumbs inside the elastic waistband of his shorts. Then in a single motion he pulled his shorts open and down and then rested the backs of both hands under his scrotum, pushing his entire boy-part up and pointing toward the urinal. His hands pushed both of his testicles to each side of his circumcised penis, right between them. He seemed either oblivious that I was there, or he just didn't care. He didn't even push himself up close to the urinal either.
 I stayed there to quietly partake in the entire event. He had a fat short one, light pink in color with a smooth helmet. He had some tufts of pubes visible too. He was quite a decent size for his apparent age, too. His eyes stayed focused on his cock of purpose for the entire time..

As soon as he was done he shook his dick by shaking both arms and the back of his hands under his pushed-up scrotum. Then again in one quick motion, all his junk was quickly and neatly returned to the inside of his shorts. He washed his hands and left, never acknowledging that I was even there.

Scout Dad

The Loud and Proud Brothers

Doing some last minute Christmas shopping, I saw 3 brothers shopping with their parents on Christmas Eve. The youngest one looked about 7 and the middle child was 9 or 10 and the oldest looked about 13. The thing about them was they were very energetic, constantly jostling each other, playfully pushing each other and grabbing random stuff and putting it on then acting silly. The mom was getting frustrated so she had them all sit down on some seats in the front of the store. The play fighting continued while the parents shopped. It would have been the end of my experience but I saw the same family again at a restaurant. The boys with just as much energy as when they were in the store.


I went to the restroom and they ended up busting through the door the middle child ran into the stall slamming the door shut. The youngest one used the urinal next to me with his circed equipment clearly displayed without a bit of shyness, and then to my utter shock the oldest one, tucked in behind and used it next. 

His circed penis, a few wispy hairs also in my full view as he now playfully teased his brother who was in the stall "you're taking a shit and it stinks". It was like I wasn't even there and even after he had finished peeing he stood there dick out seemingly unaware of me as he continued to make light of his brother's specific call to nature. It seemed like a long time that he just stood there exposed but I didn't mind.


Anonymous

What Do Boys Hide behind a Closed Door

Hi,  this is the first story I've ever sent anywhere, but I have a lot.

       Back in the 80's I was friends with a straight couple who were Pagan and very relaxed about nudity. They knew I was gay, and were cool. They didn't know about my secret love, but I think if they did, it wouldn't have mattered to them.


They had a son and a daughter. At the time of this story, the son, Sean, was probably 7, athletic, with short blond hair.


 It was summer, when I pulled up in front of their house, and I saw Sean, nude, on the front porch, pounding on the door.He saw me, and immediately ran around to the back yard. I rang the doorbell, and called out my name, and the door was opened by a shirtless young man of 13 ? He was slender, but muscular, with brown hair. He apologized, and let me in. I'd never seen him before, but I wouldn't forget that beauty for a long time!
      
 I heard voices, and wound my way back to the family room, where I found my friends. This young man followed me back and sprawled on the couch, putting his arms behind his head, showing off his gorgeous hairless armpits. It was hard to take my eyes off him, and focus on my friends!
 
  We started talking, and then we heard the front door slam, and Sean came running, giggling loudly, still naked, thru the room, and down the hall to the bedroom wing. My friends didn't react except Dad called out, "Sean, you put on some clothes!"  


  After about 2 minutes, the young man got up and started down the hall. Dad said, "where are you going?" The young man said, "I'm going to help Sean get dressed."  Dad said, "Whatever", and we continued to talk.

 In my head, my mind was buzzing. It seemed this boy had been locking Sean out of the house naked, and now he was helping him get dressed? A 13 year old boy brimming with testosterone, already half naked himself,  helping a 7 year old naked Imp get dressed?! I had to know more.
  
  I made the excuse that I needed to go to the bathroom, and headed down the hall. I found Sean's room and listened at the door. I could hear the young man saying, "Go faster", quietly. I ducked into the bathroom, did my business, and then listened at Sean's door. I couldn't hear anything else, so I headed back to the family room. I ran into "Mom" on the way there, and she volunteered, "His name is Patrick, and he's Sean's friend from the neighborhood. He stays over a lot on the weekends. His Dad and him fight a lot."

   I went back in and sat down, and  Mom returned shortly. About 10 minutes later, Sean and Patrick came in, and sat on the couch, watching TV. Sean had shorts on, but no shirt. Patrick was still shirtless, and he had a splotchy red chest and his bangs were damp. Who knows what went on behind that door!


Gypsy83

Adventures of Mark Part II (Frances Comes to Sleep-over)

 Frances was due to arrive any minute, I was just placing the snacks on the bedroom table in the room that I shared with my brother. Popcorn, candy, a little soda with some cups. I wasn't sure what he liked, so I got what I could. I heard the doorbell ring followed by my brother Sam calling out from another room, "Someone is at the door!"

 I smiled and got excited, already guessing who it could be. As soon as I unlocked and opened the door, I was met with what I expected; a cheerful "Hi!" followed by two arms around my neck. I hugged back and felt my cheeks warm up.
"H-Hey, Francis..."

 My crush was here. As he broke from the hug, I gotta better view of what he was wearing. It was relatively warm at the time, so he wore a gorgeous purple tank top that hugged his slim form. In addition, he had slim jeans to cover his legs. Finally, a magenta hoodie was tied around his waist by the sleeves. If I didn't have such good composure, I might've kissed him right then and there. But I remembered that I have to take things slowly.

 With a smile, I motioned him to come in. He walks in with that same charming grin and ran to Sam, hugging him as well. I notice a purple suitcase at the porch and pull it in, since I knew it was his clothes for the weekend. Francis thanked me and grabbed his suitcase from me, "You're so polite~"

 Damn it, how cute he is! I felt so flustered from his comment. He then asked, "So, where are we hanging out?" I reply, "We're gonna watch TV and movies, if that's fine with you.

 Francis agreed with a nod, as he took the hoodie off of his waist and placed it on a nearby chair. He also slipped off his shoes and socks. "C'mon" I said and we all raced upstairs, Sam and I leading the way to the bedroom. As we entered, Sam ran to the closet to grab our box of movies while Francis and I plopped on the bed. I said to him, "I didn't know what you liked, so I kind of got everything..." I gestured toward the table of soda, candy, crackers, and other snacks. Francis gave me a hug and replied, "Well, you're nice enough to care." As Sam placed the box of movies on the bed, he said to Francis, "Hey, Mark and I are going to change to get ready for the movie night. You're free to do the same if you'd like."

 Francis smiled, "No problem, I can wait!"

 Now, for those who haven't read some of my stories that I have posted here before (which is more than likely most of you), Sam and I's way of changing to relax is really just...well...being in underwear.

 Francis' face seemed to turn red a bit when he noticed us taking off our shirts, then our pants. I was wearing red briefs while Sam wore blue boxers. Francis said with a slight smile, still looking flustered, "Well um...should I do the same?" Sam replied, patting his shoulder, "We won't judge."

 Francis nodded, first taking off his shirt. "Now is not the time for springing!", my mind screamed to my slowly growing bulge. He had a smooth, beautiful body. Next, he took off his pants and I was so surprised to see him wearing pink tanga briefs. I felt my mouth involuntarily gape. The only reason I knew this was because Sam had lifted my chin so my mouth closed again, looking out for me.

 We chose a movie and inserted it in the DVD player. We sat down together and I leaned on Francis' shoulder, while Sam leaned on his other shoulder.

 And so, the night began...

(To be continued).

Mark

Adventures of Mark Part I (Francis My Dream Boy)

Hi, this is Mark! As promised, I will explain my first experience with a boy.

At the time, I was 14 and my brother was 15,and we went to the same school. Of course, since we both were gay, we didn't mind whispering to each other about the cutest boys there. But there was one that I liked the most.

His name was Francis, and he was in most of my classes. Unlike most, he was confident in his feminine features, with a cute slim waist, and a noticeably plump rear and thighs. He had gentle caramel skin and the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen. I almost drooled sometimes when I watched his bouncy and curly brown hair. He was slightly shorter than me also. He was very smart, which is something I always sought for in a boyfriend.


But the best part about him was that he loved to hug and be touched.Sometimes in our Physical Education classes, when we played games and his team would win, he would hug the boy closest to them. And mostly, the boy he hugged would simply hug back.Most of his best friends were girls, but there were two boys he enjoyed talking to: Me and my older brother.

One day, as my brother and I grabbed our lunch from the cafeteria and sat down, Francis had sat beside us and smiled, "Hi Mark! Hey Sam!" He gave my older brother a big hug, then came to me. As he wrapped his arms around my neck, I wrapped mine around his waist.


I started with the usual small talk between my brother and Francis, such as how he was doing,if he did well on the recent test or quiz, or just talking about the recent news.

Finally, I blurted out, somewhat loud and nervous, "Do you want to sleepover with us this weekend? " I felt heat rise in my cheeks. Why did I say that? I really did like him, and that made me nervous he would say no.

So it came to my surprise and excitement when a chipper, "Sure! What time?" came from Francis' soft voice. Sam and I silently high-fived under the table. It was like we scored a date to us. We took the same school bus home, and we lived in the same neighborhood, so it wasn't hard. And similar to my parents, his parents didn't really care if he hung out with other friends, as long as he got good grades, which he told me a while back.

Sam replied for me, "What about after school, you go to your house and get clothes, then come over as soon as you can?" He nodded at us both and said, "Deal!"

Time to skip to after school and on the school bus, my brother and I smiled to see Francis enter the school bus with his backpack, wanting to sit beside us. The bus seat was big enough to have room for all three of us. Sam scooted out and let Francis sit in the middle, between us. We talked, laughed, and occasionally made jabs at each other. Once the bus reached Francis' stop, he said, "I'll see you guys soon!" I was sad to see him go, but happy I would see him later. My brother and I hugged him and he left, jogging into his house. Sam and I then began discussing in whispers as the bus rolled into motion again.

"He's cute, isn't he?"
"Yeah. You liiiiike hiiiim!"
"Shut up! You like him too!"
"Well, you've got me there.

Once we got to our house, we began planning snacks and movies for the weekend.

 ..To be continued! Also, Happy New Year!

Mark

Normal Teen Boys

 I could focus on the mutual sessions I had with my friend but to be honest I don't see anything all that special about them. It was pretty tame as stories go, just a couple of 14 year old boys, both circumcised, both average sized, both white. He'd jack his and I'd jack mine and every now and then we'd help each other. We tried oral, I got "it" in his eye and he gave me a milk mustache (and goatee). So that's how it went  fir us,  we jacked off together when we were alone

We did it sometimes when he'd baby-siitting his sister but we could only do it if she was asleep.As long as we could get to go to sleep, we'd go do our thing together. to sleep.

 Well, one day I found out from EVERYBODY out that he got in trouble for doing some very messed up things to his sister. I had never done anything to his sister but because we were jackoff partners and had even done it in the same house when his sis was asleep I was scared that my name would somehow come up and I'd be implicated in the whole thing. Anytime someone brought it up it made me nervous but my name was never brought into it.

Just to be clear the only sexual activity for me happened only between he and I.

Anonymous

Knowing When to Show It.

 It's good that this blog allows anonymous submissions. Ever since I reached a certain level of maturity in my late teens I've been embarrassed about a habit of mine. But now that I read other people's experiences, I'm going to submit it thanks to the anonymous option.

 When I was 13 (eighth grade) my dick had grown large and got hard all the time. When that happened, it became pretty large. I didn't know about masturbation or sex. Just that my dick got awesomely big and hard from time to time.

 Maybe I was an exhibitionist. Not only did it get erect in a seriously jumbo way, but I wanted certain guys to be impressed by it. Obviously I could not go around offering to show off my erection. But I came up with a plan. Whenever I could I would stand next to slightly younger boys (sixth or seventh graders) while urinating. That is, they would be in the restroom to urinate. I would be there to hope they would notice my big hard dick.

 When I stood next to another guy at a urinal, my dick would slowly begin to rise up and get big. I kept my eyes on my own business, enjoying the process of becoming erect. The other guy almost always noticed what was happening. I could tell if he was looking at my dick. Sometimes a boy just stood at the urinal a moment too long. Occasionally one would clearly stare at my boner. And very rarely a boy would have a response that really excited me - he would get hard also while peeking at me.

 Those rare occasions of another boy's dick swelling up and poking out gave me major thrills. The dicks were a lot smaller than mine, but seeing those stiffies made my day. My boner got harder and longer, if that was possible.

 I never touched anybody, never tried to make contact or show any interest. I just showed off my big boner and drew incredible delight from another boy watching.

 As I said in the beginning, I didn't know anything about sex. But one of the boys that sometimes watched me become erect did. In a real quirky case of role-reversal, the younger boy knew something I did not know. As we stood at the urinals one day he began sliding his hand along his stiffie. He continued doing that while I got painfully hard without knowing what the hell was going on. And then he ejaculated. He knew what to do about his dick, but I didn't.

 We became sort of buddies. There was never any physical contact, never a word spoken, but after his demonstration I also learned the fine art of jacking off. We watched for each other to go to the restroom. We would stand next to each other and pump ourselves without letting on that we knew what we were both doing.

 Within minutes we would shoot our loads and hurry back to recess or lunch or whatever.

 I was embarrassed at what we did. But now that I look back on it, those quick wanks between a seventh grader and an eighth grader were moments of sheer delight. We were curiously mismatched. He had a small, immature stiffie but was wise for his age. I had a large and mature one but was ignorant until watching him.

Anonymous