Sudden memory from my childhood:
I was fortunate to have a very good friend at the years of about 10 to 12. He had a big plastic above-ground swimming pool in his back yard. If his mother was home, we wore bathing suits to swim. But if she was gone and only his dad was watching us, we would ask him if we could skinny-dip. He would let us do it as long as nobody else was around.
So we got used to seeing each other naked. After we skinny-dipped we would sometimes stay bare for a while in his room, playing and talking and also feeling our tight little balls but not messing around with each other.
One day we're in his room after swimming bare, he showed me a huge feather he had bought at an amusement park. He laid on his bed and then started to tickle his crotch with the feather. He said it feels real funny and gives him goose-bumps "down there." I had to try it too, and right away we both had stiffies, only we just didn't know what to do with them.
That was my first initiation to making my balls and peter feel good. We began "trading places" as we called it, meaning one of us would use the feather to tickle the other guy's junk. After a few minutes of arousing each other's little peters with the feather we would compare our stiffies and give each other a bunch of squeezes and snicker about what we were doing. But we had no idea that there might be another way to play with our dicks, so after a few minutes we got dressed and found other things to do.
I think if we'd had just one more summer together, then we would have learned how to "really" make ourselves feel good. But my parents divorced and I had to move away before my friend and I made the big leap.
When I think about our tickling feather arousing my immature dick, I get a little tingle in my private parts even now.
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Starting when we were just babies, there were two other boys in our block that were the same age as me. We were together all the time not... -
Dave brings us this story from his youth. I believe it is best to let the story serve as testament to his affection for someone he cherished...
That was a nice father, to let the boys skinny-dip. Maybe he had memories of doing it himself as a boy.
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ReplyDeleteI remember when I was a young kid of that age, that the most gentle touch (by me or somebody else) to my scrotum, especially along that "line" in the middle and toward my backside, it would just send electricity through my body and wrinkle up and tighten my scrotum like nothing else. By reflex I'd tense up every muscle in my body and almost have trouble breathing. (And of course it usually would make me get a quick erection.) And like the author, this was all before even knowing anything about the not-yet-experienced thrills of masturbation. (We just thought "it tickled really bad".)
Never did this with another guy, but tickled my own balls many times with a feather. I remember my balls tightening up and my dick sticking out while I felt spooky all over. Good memories!
ReplyDeleteYes, with my mother's help I had my friend come over and hang out with me a few times. But we did not have a pool so there was no skinny-dipping (my mother would not have allowed it anyway) and therefore no excuse to take our clothes off.
ReplyDeleteCurious whether other readers got to skinny-dip. I never did. First, there was no chance for a guy growing up in suburbia to bare everything at a public pool. Second, when I heard about skinny-dipping I knew immediately that my family would think it was immoral. I envy the boys in this story. It sounds like swimming together in the nude really bolstered their friendship.
ReplyDeleteI remember as a kid, at regular Boy Scout camp, no way you could skinny-dip. But at least once a year we did a wilderness camping trip, only for older Scouts (at least 13 y.o.). On that trip it was not unusual for all of us to strip naked and swim in whatever lake, river, or stream we were near. But that was a long time ago.
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