Junior High showers - It was Normal

On arriving at the locker room we would peel off our street clothes including underwear. Then we put on our jocks and the PE outfit, so our assets were briefly visible at that moment. After class we went back to the locker room and stripped totally bare. We walked to the showers, stood naked and waited for our turn under the spray and then lathered up naked alongside two dozen other guys.

When we left the showers we were finally handed a towel and at that moment it was each boy's choice as to whether he covered up or let it all hang out. Many boys saved time by drying off while walking to their locker. I remember folding the towel in half after drying off, and laying it on the wet floor so the soles of my feet would get dry. To the best of my memory there was no staring, joking or sexual element.

Yes, everybody saw everybody else, and knew that they themselves were being seen. But it was no big deal, just a normal part of the day.

Anonymous

Locker Room Towels - The Timid and the Proud

I grew up in the age where taking showers after gym class in junior high school was mandatory. Like most boys, the first few weeks of seventh grade were really embarrassing when we all had to strip naked and see each other in the very open group showers. But I knew that, at least for me, after just a couple of weeks I realize that exposing my own almost hairless little thing was the price I had to pay in order to see all the other boys' almost hairless little things. I quickly began to look forward to the days I had gym class, not because I like gym, but because I liked seeing all my classmates naked. But I think there was something a little different at our school that I wanted to share with everyone.

Apparently included in our fees was a towel service, So at my school we not only had to strip naked at our lockers but then we had to walk naked to the showers with no towel to hold in front of ourselves or to wrap around our skinny little 12-year-old bodies.

 

 After we took our "60 second shower", only then cold we scurry over to the rack to pick up a fresh towel, and then we had to dry ourselves off still in this area right outside the showers, before again scurrying naked back to our lockers to put our close back on. After not too many weeks, we were getting more relaxed at all being naked, so at least for me that offered much more time to view the private beauty of all my classmates.

Unfortunately, not being able to take our towels back to our lockers made it so that we were usually trying to pull our socks back on over wet feet. I remember when we came back after Christmas vacation, they changed the policy and allowed us to bring our towels back to our lockers so we could dry off our feet. Apparently a few of the boys developed terrible cases of "athlete's foot" and their parents complained to the school. So then armed with an available towel, maybe half of the boys started wrapping their towel around them or holding it in front of them to hide their little weenies when running back from the showers. (But then there were the rest of us who either carried our towel to our side or wrapped it around our neck as we walked back, I suppose a little more comfortable or even proud to let everyone else still see our young developing boy parts.)

 

Anonymous

You're gonna Freeze your Little Peckers Off

 I was playing over at another kid's house during a snowstorm. This was the friend whose dad let us skinny-dip (see story titled The Feather Feelies). We were about 10. There was at least a foot of snow on the ground and more still falling. Us guys ran out of things to do and started daring each other to take off certain pieces of clothing and run out into the snow. We argued about it until we backed each other into a corner and knew if we did it at all, we'd have to go out in the snow completely bare. It was a challenge that no boy could pass up. After a few minutes we stripped to our briefs. We walked through the house and encountered my friend's father watching TV in the den. My bud says to his dad, "We're going out in the snow without any clothes on."

 I was shocked - I figured the adventure was off when his dad saw us in our underwear. I would never have told my father anything about going outside naked. However, this man just looked at us sort of amused and said, "You're gonna freeze your little peckers off."

 That was also a stunner. I had never heard an adult mention private parts. Also I'd never heard the word "pecker" before, but quickly figured it out. The man made no effort to stop us. It was almost as if he was saying "Be my guest."


 We pulled off our skivvies and trotted out into the snow on the patio. After a minute the other guy said he was going to pee. That primed my piss and we both aimed our peters off of the patio. Our warm piss drilled yellow holes and trenches in the snow. Because of our previous skinny-dipping adventures, we had seen each other's little peters many times. But pissing into the snow while standing outside buck naked in a cold wind was somehow really funny.

 We went back inside, still laughing. The guy's father again seemed totally complacent. He said just one single word as we grabbed up our underpants: "Well?"

  "Cold," I answered, shivering like crazy.

The other boy added: "We pissed in the snow."

Once more I was surprised. I could not believe he was telling that secret to an adult.

 "You're both nuts, you know," his father told us.

 We trotted back to my friend's room, soon noticing that our icy little balls had shriveled to the size of marbles. That discovery led us into another chapter of our adventure -- crawling under the covers and warming up each other's scrotums while snickering like hell.

Marty

Balancing the Loads

I had a real stupid idea when I was pumping loads at about 14. I thought my balls were the reservoir or container for my cum. I felt like it was okay to jack off when my balls were real full and I needed to release the extra cum. But if I thought they were getting close to empty I would try not to do it.


How I decided whether they were empty or full is now a mystery. But it was important back then not to let them get too full or too empty. I would sit in class sometimes wondering if it would be safe to shoot a load that night.

Anonymous

Scientific Boys Compare Pee

I had a friend, that we played like we were making chemistry experiments with our piss. We started out just peeing together. Then examining each other's weenies and balls which was always a tickling feeling. And then we got to where we would piss in jars and notice the colors of our pee. We poured pee together like scientists.

We got really brainy and tried to control the color  of our piss by what we drank. I remember drinking a lot of red Hawiian punch but the only thing that really affected the color, was if we didn't drink enough water our piss got orange. We kept playing with our lil dickies regardless.

After a while we didn't care about color and chemical stuff. We would get together in secret and play with each other's privates. One of us would lay on the ground and the other one tickled his stuff and we got stiffies. Our little weenies were sticking up with little boners when we were just 9 or 10.

Anonymous

City Boy Relaxes in the Country

I was a 12 year old city boy who went to go visit my cousin in North Dakota for a few weeks in the Summer. A kid coming from Los Angeles, who has never left Los Angeles to suddenly be in North Dakota was a culture shock. My cousin, "Mikey" was 12 years old he was born in North Dakota, he only knew farms and small towns while I was used to lots of noise and traffic. He had a highway behind his house and you could watch it for hours and no cars would drive by, occasionally you'd have a big tractor trailer. It was interesting to stand in the highway and look down and see absolutely nothing. Try that on an LA freeway.

His family did not live on a farm but his dad sold and repaired farm equipment, his mother was a secretary at the elementary school and the choir director for the church. On one of his friends farms I saw a cow give birth, I milked a cow, I saw Hen's laying eggs, I heard a rooster crow. I went inside of a real barn, it was in there that my first semi-sexual thing happened in North Dakota. My cousin, Mikey wasn't in there it was me and the older brother of my cousin's friend, this older brother was 15. I asked where the bathroom was and he said that I could just pee in there because "the animals do it all the time anyway".

I rarely urinated in something or on something that was not a toilet so I wasn't sure of myself. He this 15 year old boy who I had just met said that he'd go first. He took out his dick, it was erect and he asked me "so, your from Los Angeles?" he had a lot of questions about LA. Do I see gang members? Do I see celebrities? Are there a lot of black people? Are black people nice? and so on. I swear these were real questions and the whole time he had his erect dick out. He looked at me and said "I guess I don't have to go" but he never put his dick back until he heard my cousin and his little brother coming back. I don't know if he was trying to start something aka seduce me but I kind of wish that something did happen. I didn't pee in the barn that time but did do it eventually.

Part 2 of this story centers around a game of truth or dare.

Anonymous

Freakin' Vibrations

 My dad was stationed in Germany a couple of times. All of us went with him. We would make trips all over Europe to see historic or scenic locations.

One of those trips took us on a cable car to reach the top of a steep mountain in the Alps. The car was jam-packed with people and some of us had to stand. It was about a fifteen minute ride.

We hadn't been in motion very long until I realized I was standing with my crotch resting against one of the steel railings inside the car.What's more I was receiving constant vibrations as the car groaned its way along its cables.

Against my better judgment I found myself pressing an urgent boner against the railing. Sometimes I rubbed back and forth. Sometimes I simply stood still while the cable car gave me a critical and unexpected arousal.

Pretty soon two things were happening. Number one, I was reaching a climax. And number two, I was freaking due to being surrounded by people. To this day, decades later, I'm still afraid that someone noticed my busy crotch.

I still remember the anxiety of being unable to stop, yet certain that people guessed that I had a huge stiffie inside my pants.

The crazy vibrations continued and pretty soon I got to the point of knowing that I was about to ejaculate right there in the cable car. It was a helpless feeling. The car kept on jiggling me and I was going to cum.

I hated myself. I was now kind of bumping the railing, bumping faster and more deliberately.

And then - in the midst of all those people riding the swinging cable car up the mountain - I pressed my dick as hard as possible against the constantly vibrating railing and suddenly shot a load of multiple pulses inside my clothes.

It was an outstanding climax but I was left with the terrible feeling that somebody must have known exactly what "that nasty teen-age boy" had been doing.

Thunder Cloud

Our Electric Chair

 This is the story about a buddy of mine, when me and him liked to jack each other off. This was nearly every day. It started once at his house,  we were in the garage, which was out in their back yard. The door did not close all the way shut, but there was old junk like chairs and dressers in the dark area near the back. There was this old padded chair with some padding hanging out. It was dirty and falling apart.

One of us, would sit in the chair, and the other one, he played with the exposed dick of the guy sitting in the chair. Us young dudes didn't take much time before our little peckers would shoot a load. But the feeling was just shockingly exciting to us. We said it was the electric chair because of the great feelings when our cum shot. Usually we did it fast, but other times, we made it last a long time until a guy shot out his cum.We like to guess how far our cum will shoot. We might hit the wall or just barely past the cushion.

It was during middle school at the beginning, but we kept the electric chair in service until about tenth grade. We never did do it with other boys, only us two.

Anonymous

Cops and Bobbers

I remember a lot of details about the first time I messed around with another boy.

 It was 1992 because I was 13, he was 12 and we were in his room, his mother had just left the house. We were watching Beverly Hillbillies, not totally concentrating on it but I remember Granny had her rifle and my friend said in a mock senior citizen voice "I'm an old lady and I'm going to shoot you." and then he picked up a Nerf gun and shot it at me. I acted like I was hit and fell over.

 He then suggested we play police, so we did and I was the bad guy. He patted me down and he did this several times throughout the game and each time he became more bold. He never touched my dick but came very close to that area.


 We switched and I was the cop and when I got to pat him down it was clear he had a boner so I managed to "accidentally" bump it a few times. We played that game, never quite going all the way because his Mom  returned home.

 The next time I came over (which was the next day) he asked if I wanted to play police again. He said I could be the officer first and he was wearing pajama pants. It was time for the pat down, it was clear he had no underwear so when I came around to the front his dick came bobbing out of the opened fly of his PJ pants... we both laughed.

After that the police game gave way to what I'll just call  "more interesting things". Anyway that's how it all started.

Anonymous

Catching the Baddie's Bits

I remember a lot of details about the first time I messed around with another boy. It was 1992 because I was 13, he was 12 and we were in his room, his mother had just left the house. We were watching Beverly Hillbillies, not totally concentrating on it but I remember Granny had her rifle and my friend said in a mock senior citizen voice "I'm an old lady and I'm going to shoot you." and then he picked up a Nerf gun and shot it at me. I acted like I was hit and fell over. He suggested we play police, so we did and I was the bad guy. He patted me down and he did this several times throughout the game and each time he became more bold. He never touched my dick but came very close to that area. We switched and I was the cop and when I got to pat him down it was clear he had a boner so I managed to "accidentally" bump it a few times. We played that game never quite going all the way until his mom returned.



The next time I came over which was the next day he asked if I wanted to play police again. He said I could be the officer first and he was wearing pajama pants. It was time for the pat down, it was clear he had no underwear so when I came around to the front his dick came out of the opened fly in his PJ pants we both laughed. After that the police game gave way to what I'll just call other more interesting things.

 Anyway that's how it started.

Anonymous