Come for the Rides - Stay for the View

I wanted to share a story about an experience that I had at Disney World last month.

 I went to use a restroom, and there were no partitions between the urinals. I walked up to a urinal, and within just a couple seconds a cute young boy, maybe about 5’3” and weighing all of hundred pounds walked up to the urinal next to me. He was probably 13 or 14 years old. He was wearing just a T-shirt, shorts with an elastic waistband, and flip-flops. He seemed totally oblivious to the fact that a grown man was standing next to him. He hooked his two thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pulled them open and then down so now his entire young cock was out and visible and resting on top of his waistband.

 I could not help but take a look. He was uncircumcised and well developed, with a small thick blond bush sitting on top. He certainly did not have an erection but I don’t think he was totally limp either. With his right hand I watched him pull back his foreskin exposing the most beautiful soft, smooth pink glans that I think I had ever seen. He then started urinating and let out a small audible sigh, like perhaps he had to go really, really bad. I admittedly stood there the entire time and I’m sure he had no idea I was admiring his young equipment the whole time. When he was finished he took his fingers and milked himself by pulling his foreskin on and off of his glans a few times and shaking the whole thing up and down a few times also. He then covered up with his shorts, flushed, and walked away to wash his hands.

 The image of that event is still burned in my brain. He was clearly a young boy at an age where his equipment was already almost full adult size but his body was still very much that of a small young boy. If I had not seen his stuff, I would never have imagined that he was already that well developed and already had that much pubic hair.


Anonymous

Devilish DNA Dispersement

I was amused when I read this one since there is a movie referenced which I once owned a DVD copy of. I won't spoil it for now, so read on -
Eric



 When I was 14 I saw a movie, a movie that I swear exists but I don't know the name of. A movie that I will swear is 100 per cent legal and released mainstream.

  In the film a really cute boy goes in the library and rubs himself up and down on the bookshelf, cums and then reaches into his pants and disposes of his cum on the books. I was really obsessed with the idea of catching someone doing that but I never did.

 I was also obsessed with trying it myself but I swear that every time I went into the library to do it someone would come out of nowhere wanting to walk down the aisle that I was in so of course I abandoned the mission.

  I did do something however that I am not proud of. I went into the restroom, shot a load into my hand, walked out with my hand balled up and ignoring that voice that told me what I was doing was weird and gross. I wiped my hand on one of the reading tables. As I was leaving maybe 10 minutes later I saw a lady wiping that table with wet wipes from her purse. I somehow thought she knew and got out of that library in a hurry, not only that but I didn't go back for about 2 months.

Weird Kid- 

 

The Film is "The Squid and the Whale" starring Noah Kline, Actor Kevin Kline's son and it was the boy's acting debut.

 It is apparent the character mentioned is more than just a bit curious about his sexual awakening. He is shown at one point getting drunk then rummaging through Mom's lingerie. I can't recall if he tried it on, or just used it as viewing material. However it seems he errantly places his ejaculate a couple of times in random public places.
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Read more on Wikpedia-
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Squid_and_the_Whale

All those Dirty Socks

When my nephew was fourteen, I was doing the laundry one morning. He walked into the laundry room and asked what I was doing.

 "I am doing the laundry, is there something that you need washed?"

 " No there isn't anything, but I want to ask you something?"

 " Well, go ahead and ask."



 He looks down to the floor and says "Do you remember when you found all those socks under my bed?" "I told you I could explain to you all about those dirty socks being under my bed."

 I rested my hand on his shoulder, "Yes I do remember you telling me that, and I said to you that they were just dirty socks." "Why are you asking me about all those socks I find under your bed?"

 "Well, they are not just dirty socks, like where I take them off from when I come into the house from being outside." He pauses and with a deep breath, he blurts out "I use them to jack off in."

 "Oh! I see. here i thought they were just dirty socks all this time I was digging them out from under your bed."

 He looked at me, "Uncle Jim, you knew it all the time what I was doing with those socks.... didn't you?"

 "Okay, so yes I did know what you were doing with your socks."

 "But you never said a word to me about what I was doing."

 "Well why would I, it is pretty normal for a boy your age to be jacking off."

 "Then you were never mad at me?"

 "No, I was never mad at you" "I was reminded how boys are when I found your socks, and it was not a secret I'd share with anyone either."

 He gave me a long big hug.
 "Thank you uncle Jim."

"You're welcome."


Farm Boy

Study Break Bop

Thanks to this story for bringing up libraries.


 I was in my prime jacking years before computers. So I spent a lot of time at the city libraries. In addition to their educational function hey were meeting places for guys like me. There was a neighborhood branch several blocks from my high school and a considerable amount of buddy wanking took place in its restroom after school. The main library was quite active but often it was full of older men. I spent many an hour at both those libraries, doing homework at tables where I could watch and see who headed down the hall for the restrooms.


Anonymous

Couldn't Cover It.

I was at the store and there was a thin teen boy, 5 ft 6 inches in height I would guess 14 maybe 15 years old. He was wearing a short pair of shorts with thin material he had the most unmistakable bulge and it jiggled as he walked.


I couldn't stop looking and I guess he noticed me and tried to cover it. Only to make it more obvious as his hands rested over a visible and impressive bulge.


Jake

The Young Trompetista's

Hello, Eric. Here's a possible submission for the blog. Best wishes to you.

Ever so often I go back to Mexico. Occasionally I'll take some friends along so they can see the real Mexico beyond the border (instead of the tourist traps). So on Memorial Day weekend, with a four-day break ahead, four of us drove across the dry concrete canal that masquerades as the Rio Grande and headed through the desert for the city where I spent a great deal of my youth.


For supper Saturday night I steered us to a back-street cafe that the family of one of my Mexicn pals introduced me to many years ago when I was a boy. I guarantee, it's the sort of genuine South-of-the-Border place that is not in any of the guidebooks. My friends and I were lucky that night. Not only was the food great, but the conjunto was really good, far above average. Conjunto means a small Mexican band, usually just four or maybe five players.

Conjuntos earn their pesos by strolling back and forth among the tables, taking requests and pocketing tips. This particular group was composed of a smiling old man plucking a big string-bass, a guy riffing on accordion, and another guy with a drum kit strapped to his waist. Plus the astounding fourth performer, a trumpet player taking lead and generally improvising all over the place. Why, you may ask, did I call the trompetista "astounding?" Because the little dude must have been all of fourteen or fifteen years old. The group wore black trousers, red shirts, gold vests and black sombreros (traditional Mexican hats) decorated with silver trinkets. The young trompetista's pants were a little too tight and his hat was huge.

The ensemble visited our table several times, earning generous tips while we grooved on their music and on the drama that the trumpet boy brought to his performance. He was a born showman as well as an incredible musician.

Up into the evening someone requested "I Left My Heart in San Francisco." It must have been one of the band's favorites. They all nodded and smiled and communicated with each other in some sort of visual code while they got into the song. The band first gave us a straightforward performance in beautiful harmony, perfectly executed. And then the bass player faded out, followed by the drummer. Just the accordion and trumpet for a moment. Then suddenly the accordion was silent also and the young Mexican trompetista in his too-tight slacks took over the entire song in a solo performance.

And what a performance. The young guy put himself completely into the music. He kept shooting unexpected high notes into the song, each note higher and higher, all requiring extra breath and a tightening of all his muscles. He tilted his head back with each high note, seeming to stretch taller and appearing to become sort of hypnotized as he performed. Finally he came to a real screamer of a note at the culmination of a phrase. He began that note with one knee on the floor. As he held the note, he gradually rose until he was standing as tall as possible. And that's when it happened: As he held that final note with every ounce of breath and stretched as tall as he could, his vest lifted above his crotch and a cigar-shaped bulge was revealed in the front of his skinny-legged black slacks. Perhaps it was not noticeable to everyone, but I knew exactly what it was. He held the note for what seemed like minutes, as tense as his body could stand, the shadow of his diagonal bulge clearly visible in the tight pants.

The other performers now joined him again. Together they brought the old song to a sentimental finale. El trompetista held the final note, standing on tiptoes, pointing his horn at the ceiling, arching his back and (incidentally) projecting his bulging crotch forward. Then they released together and the boy sagged back to normal. He closed his eyes during the applause, quickly pulled his vest down, and stood holding his horn across his crotch to hide what the vest couldn't fully cover.

I have never heard a musical performance quite like it. But beyond the music, I've definitely never seen a trompetista display an erection during performance.

I kept asking myself: "Do you suppose the boy climaxed as he played? Did he fire a load right in his tight pants when he hit the highest note? Are his underwear full of ooey-gooey?"

We'll never know.

Arnold Stockford

A Camper Gets Advice

I got my first cum while at camp. It happened to me one night while some of the other guys were going from bed to bed. I knew they were feeling each other's junk. I got a boner that hurt from being so hard and started rubbing it through my briefs. You can imagine having a climax and ejaculation for the first time with all that groping and jacking going on around me. The cum was all slimy and flooded into my briefs. I was afraid something bad had happened to my privates, so the next day I went to one of the counselors and tried to get a pass to the nurse. The counselor kept asking me questions and I kept trying to get the pass without saying what happened. Everybody else was at breakfast. The counselor was sitting on his bed and I was standing in front of him. He reached out and gave my crotch a little poke. "Is it about your dick?" he asked. I finally had to admit it. So he tells me I better drop my pants and tell him what's going on. I told him sort of a half-assed version, saying that stuff came out but not mentioning that I rubbed my boner. My dick was stiff and I tried to hide it from him. He says it's okay, it's normal to get hard.





The counselor wanted to know if this was the first time that happened. I told him yes, and he began to explain about erections and women and babies. It was quite a little lecture. Then he said that boys had to release the stuff ever few days or they would get nervous and upset. He said he would demonstrate what to do if I wanted him to. So I said okay. And he pulls his hard dick out through the slot of his boxers. Like this, he tells me, and puts his hand around it and pumps it a few times. "Now you do it a little," he says, so I grab my weenie which is poking out real hard and give it some strokes.

He says that is exactly the way to do it. He asks if I would mind for him to check my equipment. What he does, he tickles my balls which gives me goose bumps. And he feels my dick. The squirt will feel even better if somebody helps you, he says. So we got us a little jacking party going. Me feeling him and him feeling me while we both get busy pumping. He is the first to cum. Tells me to step aside because it is cumming. he stands up and his stuff sprays onto the concrete floor. He says it felt very good because of me helping. And right away I tell him that I am feeling funny so he gets busy playing with my balls until I shoot a load too.

It was a nice thing that we got to be buddies the last couple days of camp and we hide in restrooms to help each other get a good shot ever time. I missed him when I went home but now I knew how to shoot my wad. He was some older than me but was always real soft in the way he held his hand around my balls while I was cumming.


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