My Tales from the Road

The Editor recently mentioned "observation."


  My grandparents had a travel trailer and would invite me to go on road trips with them. I developed my skills of "observation" in the shower rooms of campgrounds. By the time I was a young jacker I couldn't stand the sight of naked adult men. I was more drawn toward guys my own age. However, it was pretty sure that my peers could tell when I was peeping at them. That was a danger that had to be avoided.

My most enjoyable sights were the small lads who were nowhere near spermarche, simply washing their young genitals with absolutely no worries. The spirit of casual nudity that disappeared from PE showers still lives to a certain extent in the showers at RV camps.


Anonymous

Always Best Buds

I am going to indulge a bit since I run the show here. It was a BS of a pair of guys who are a little older than our usual group, but here goes.


Last week I was out with friends at a bowling center. I noticed a couple of guys who appeared High School age, or just out of High School. One was medium height, with longish brown hair. The other guy was tall and thin with ocean blue eyes, and an interesting crop of wavy hair that was pronounced forward above his forehead. His jawline was quite angular, with smooth lightly tanned skin on all the sun-affected parts of his body. He wore shorts that fit rather taught. His shirt tail was actually tucked in just above one hip, so each time he walked up to bowl, I was presented a view to invite my guestimate how things might appear uncovered. Overall their interaction appeared to be just buddies. Perhaps even the type of buddies who have endured challenges and trials of youth, but their friendship endures all the silly crap of the past.


So anyway I found one event a bit entertaining. At one point they were resting and seated nearby. The tall one gets up and stands behind the beardy buddy, and begins to massage his shoulders. It was not just the lobster pincers type of shoulder massage, and it wasn't the pat on the back "Atta-Boy" friends support either. Blondie actually extended his fingers forward, and pressed in a meticulous  fashion, then palmed upwards between the shoulder blades working on the scapular region. He seemed focused and aware of how his friend responded to the therapy rendered. I was mesmerized.


This shoulder rub lasted no more that 90 seconds, but he took the initiative to deliver a personalized healing effect on his friend, in a public place with apparent disregard of the Gay appearance that most young guys would not dare to exhibit. It's apparent they are not brothers, yet their friendship easily allows touch and some means of feinted affection defying the guys code. In our world today, guys at this age would barely hug when times describe it. A side shoulder Bro-hug is the norm, and high fives or a elbow bump is the limit to showing appreciation for a dude. But right before me in a place with about 100 people around, this guy expressed a sweet approval for his Best Bud.


Eric

Damon's Ball Disaster

A reader replies to this post with a little observation and story.
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I was working with some guys at a booth for our town fair years ago. While we put the booth together, a piece of plywood got loose and hit one of the boys right in the nuts. He sank down on his knees, trying to hold back the tears, poor guy. But the clincher was in what his big brother said: "No father's day for Damon!"

All the guys grinned or laughed at that statement. They knew exactly what balls are for.


Anonymous

Massaging it for Science

I expect this would be considered criminal now, but it happened way back in the day. Boys accepted certain peculiar things as part of life.

My mother took me to the doctor due to a bad cold. It was probably a virus or even flu. The doctor wanted lab work and sent me to another suite in the same building. They drew blood and also wanted a urine sample.

 I was assisted to the restroom by a young man who may have been a nurse but was more likely some sort of aide. He wanted to know whether I had ever given a urine sample before. I had not. So he came into the restroom with me and locked the door. Next he uncapped the plastic bottle and told me I was to pee just enough to fill the bottle about halfway. He asked if I understood what I was going to do. Then said to pull my "willy" out and get ready. He then took hold of my dick with his thumb and forefinger and directed it into the bottle. 

 

When he had enough he told me to stop and put the cap back on the bottle. Then he asked me if I had massaged "willy" in the last 24 hours. I must have given him a funny look because I honestly didn't know what he meant. Without waiting for an answer he took another bottle out of his pocket and said he needed a different kind of sample. He manipulated my dick until I was erect, then suggested that I do the massaging myself. I kept quiet but was of course surprised that jacking off was part of giving samples for lab work. At any rate he held the little bottle close to my dick while I pumped. When I shot my load he capped the bottle and told me I was assisting medical research and he was proud of my cooperation - or some bullshit like that. I was 14. I wonder how many boys massaged their dicks for him. 

 

Anonymous Donor

What is this, A Commercial for Underwear?

The first summer that I worked as a camp counselor I became caught in a strange situation. The Camp Administrator had a habit of walking around every night and dropping in on a given cabin without any warning.

My guys were sitting on their bunks having our good-night moment in which each camper aired the positive and negative things that had happened to them that day. I told the boys that they could wear their undies for good-night because they were ready for bed. I should point out that these boys were all pre-pubertal and that "undies" meant standard whitie-tighties.

All of a sudden the door opened and the administrator stepped in. He looked at the boys in nothing but their white briefs and said, "What is this? A commercial for underwear? Get some pants on!" Then he looked at me and told me that I ought to know better.

I felt like I was really on the spot because of something so innocent as letting the boys wear underpants at bedtime.

Next weekend, when there was nobody but counselors and staff on site, I told a couple of the male counselors about the underwear incident. One of them said it had happened to him also, and the other counselor said he had learned his lesson the previous year.

We decided that the administrator had a screw loose. But we also made sure that our guys always wore athletic shorts over their underpants just in case.

Anonymous

We need more Diverstity

I  am a white man in a nearly all white town. I grew up around diversity, I was raised in San Diego until I was 7 and later the Los Angeles area until I was 11. At 11 my family moved out of California to a very white state, in a very white city.


All of that really doesn't matter,  why all that matters is that 22 years later I'm still close to where I moved to as a kid. My point is that I don't see too much diversity, I definitely do not see many full, chocolate or dark chocolate black kids. I don't even see that many biracial black kids.


So here is my story -
The other day a whole family of black people were eating at a place that I frequent. The family had 4 kids and three were boys. The boys stood out because they were pure chocolate kids and I am not trying to be racist it's just that these very fit, very cute black kids caught my eye. I forgot that black kids could be that cute, absolutely gorgeous.

The oldest one was about 12, with very short hair which I hate on white boys but black kids can pull it off and besides he had such a nice face he didn't need hair. The middle kid who was about 9 same thing, short hair and cute face and finally the youngest maybe 6 was the only one with longer hair like a mini afro. The 4th kid was a girl and although not ugly she was not where my interest or attention was in fact she was significantly lighter in skin tone so she could have been a cousin or friend for all I know. I saw the oldest boy get up and walk over to some video games the restaurant has so I took that opportunity to talk to him. He flashed a smile at me and I almost melted when I saw that he wore braces. Braces on boys are HOT and as this old white guy found out braces on black boys are just a little hotter.

Apparently he was visiting from Los Angeles, CA and I told him I was raised until age 11 in Southern California. "That's cool" he said and with that he told me he had to go and rejoined his family. I sat back down and observed them until they left. I never fully appreciated that black boys are just as cute as white boys and in some cases cuter. I think I need to get out and see more diversity.


Anonymous

How do you give Certain Advice.....

 Our 12-year old grandson just spent the holiday weekend with us while my daughter and son-in-law went out of town to a wedding. On Sunday morning I saw him taking the sheets off of his bed and I asked him why he was doing that. Quietly he said he was going to help grandma wash them. My first thought was that he must have wet the bed, but I didn't smell any urine in the room. Then I asked him, "Did something happen during the night last night?"

 He didn't say anything but he closed his eyes real tight and looked like he might start to cry.

 I quietly asked him, "Did you have a wet dream?"

 Then he squeezed his eyes real tight and the tears came. He didn't say anything but he nodded his head up and down. I felt so bad to the little guy, so embarrassed about nature taking its course with a young developing little boy. I gave him a hug and told him what happened was perfectly normal and it was a sign he was growing up. I then asked him if he had had many wet dreams. Now with red puffy eyes and sniffles he told me,

 "Ever since about June, two or three times a week it happens. I was hoping it wouldn't happen while I was here, but it did."

 I asked him if he had ever talked about it with his dad and he shook his head no.

 When his parents came to get him I pulled his dad aside and told him what had happened, and I sort of told him that he needed to somehow tell his son that he needs to learn more on self-pleasure. I think my son-in-law was shocked by what I said, but I meant it. Somehow, somebody's gotta introduce him to the best way to relieve the pressure on his testicles.

Anonymous

Gonna Cut Your Balls Off

Two of my relatives, about eight and ten, were spending the night at my house. We were in the living room and had the TV on when the news started. The anchor got into a story about voluntary castration as a penalty for sexual abuse. He used the word castration several times. One of the boys called to me, saying "What does castration mean?"

Both of them were looking at me. I wonder how other men would have answered. My first thought was to tell them they better ask their mom or dad the next day. But that would make it seem like I was avoiding the question.

So, I bulled right ahead and gave them a plain answer, "It means cutting off your balls." The boys stared at me like I had three heads. I wasn't even sure that they knew what balls were. But then they both yelled "Ewww!" and wrapped their hands around their crotches.

For the rest of their visit they threatened each other, "Gonna cut your balls off!"

I had to warn their mother what I had told them. She was okay with it and told me that the little guys know a lot more than we think they do.

Anonymous

The Lifeguard's Trembling Towel

I was sitting out on my apartment's balcony yesterday evening, watching the swimming pool. I get a pretty good view from up there. A lot of the young dudes wear speedos and similar suits that emphasize their finer points.

So it got to be dusk which was the end of pool hours. The floodlights went off. The teen guy who serves as lifeguard was in the water now, shooing everybody out. I thought I could detect a half-hard weenie in his trunks as he splashed around, but with darkness coming on I couldn't tell for sure. He swam for a couple of minutes. Then he went to one of the chaise lounges and stretched out on his back.

My previous suspicion was confirmed. He repositioned his bulge several times and gave himself a good solid mash. Then, looking around but failing to notice through the palm trees that I was on the balcony, he picked up his beach towel and arranged it kind of sideways over his body so that a double thickness covered his midsection. The middle of the towel bumped around for a moment. Then he lay very still, apparently double-checking his surroundings. The towel began pulsing at a slow speed. Gradually his strokes sped up. Soon he was fully involved in churning his dick. He was now holding up a section of the towel and sort of quivering with what was now a very rapid and noticeable jackety-jackety-jackety activity.

Before I could reach down and adjust my own bulge, the young man apparently reached his goal. He quit making his towel bump. He lay there for a moment. A small amount of further action took place. I assume he was tucking his dick back into the Speedo.

Then he stood up and scraped his bulge to a desired angle. He locked the gate and walked away from the pool with his towel dangling in front of him.

At that point I had something to take care of and went inside.

Anonymous