You Probably want to Wipe That off Now

My cousin was adopted into my family, he was half black/white, 13 years old around the time of this story. He was 6 feet and 1 inch tall, athletic and muscular. I had a crush on him, I really did but only in hindsight do I recognize this. I was 9, short, chubby, nerdy. We were home alone, he was laying on the couch and I was trying not to stare to hard at his tummy. He had these beautiful, golden abs, he looked so great just laying back on his bed. He called me over and asked if I could see his abs. I clearly could, he flexed them for me and asked if I wanted to feel them.

I was excited touching his smooth skin and the muscly abs underneath. His voice dropped down a bit and he said "do you want to try something else?" I instinctively knew where he was going. I nervously said "okay" with much anticipation over something private happening. My feeling about what he wanted only grew when he swore me to secrecy. He pulled his shorts down to his underwear and my pace quickened, he then pulled his underwear down and his penis sprang straight up. A sweaty smell came up, it didn't smell bad in fact in the heat of the moment it smelled good. It was huge to me, the head of it alone was probably the size of my entire dick at that time. His penis was girthy and veiny and he had a very clear circumcision scar; above it the skin on his penis was a lighter color and below it was probably 3 to 4 shades darker than any other part of his body except his dark, wrinkly scrotum which seem hold a pair of large eggs. The eggs moved in the sack, while his dick was ever so slightly twitching with each breath he took. All of this framed by scraggly brown hair. I stood taking in every detail, I could not get over how big it was from anything I had seen; It looked comically large.

He tells me to try and put my mouth on it and go as far down as I can. I wasn't totally unexperienced, I had a friend that I experimented with but he was my own age and my own size. I put the head of the giant cock in my mouth and he wanted me to go down to the circ line. I tried but gagged. He then told me to spit on my hand and to let him spit in my hand too, I did. He placed my hand around his warm dick. The skin felt soft but underneath it was hard, his dick had a pulse that I could feel. We stroked up and down together, really he was doing all the work as his hand was placed over mine and he made it stroke.

I had no clue what we were doing but I could tell that it felt good to him. After a few minutes, he cussed "oh @#$%$@" and white fluid shot out landed back down onto our hands. It continued to ooze out and when it was done my cousin closed his eyes for a few seconds. I had never seen this stuff before, I knew it wasn't pee but I didn't know what else could come from a dick. My cousin took an old t shirt and started wiping his hands. "You can wipe it off too" he said as he gave me a t shirt. "What is it?" He seemed surprised that I didn't know. All I knew was that it felt much thicker than water and sticky in my hand, it's smell was entirely knew to me.

"It's cum."

"It's what?"

"cum."

"cum?"

"Yeah, sperm."

"Sperm?"

"You probably want to wipe that off now."

I was still looking at it, feeling it, smelling it. I was clueless and my cousin suddenly realized that I didn't know. I think he felt bad, he told me that he should not have done what he did. I told him it was okay, I just wanted to know what happened. We then had a long conversation about everything The semen, why his penis was hairy and big and that was my first sexual education.

Anonymous

I Thought What I was doing was Dangerous

My "moment of discovery" happened with encouragement of a good friend standing right next to me in the bathroom at his house. We were best friends from way back and pee'd together many times. We also performed examinations of each other's junk.

As we stood at the toilet together something embarrassing happened. My dick got hard and for some unknown reason I didn't want my buddy to see it. I tried to hide it with my hands, but as we all know, boners are hard to hide.

My pal asked if I had a hard-on. I said I guess so. He reached out to feel of my stiffie and I was surprised by a couple of things. Number one, when he touched me my dick felt good. Number two, I wanted him to keep touching. I was getting a tingling feeling in my junk like I'd never had before.

I did not know what was happening to me, but my friend apparently did. He asked if I ever jacked off. I didn't say anything.

He explained it like this: "It's when you make your dick get harder and harder until you can't stand it and a bunch of stuff shoots out. He started pumping himself, telling me to do the same thing.

As many other writers have reported, the feelings mounted until I was frightened. I thought that what I was doing was dangerous and I better stop it. Just then my friend announced that he was "coming." Of course that meaning nothing to me. But within seconds he pointed his dick into the toilet and his cum shot out in several squirts.

Seeing him ejaculate made me keep going. He was staring at my moving hand and telling me "Come on, come on!"

I missed the toilet. My ejaculation shot up into the air and sprayed the tile wall and a rack of towels.

Even though it's long in the past, I often think of that day when my friend helped me experience my first climax and cumshot.

In an ironic twist, the guy who taught me to masturbate was the first of my friends to jump the shark and go hetero.

Anonymous

My Experience of Band Boys

I remember my days in marching band where, for some performances, we found ourselves having to quickly change as a group in some pretty small spaces. You ride to the performance in a school bus loaded with kids and band equipment, then they stuff you into some storage room to put on your uniforms. Because the Locker rooms were needed for athletes, we had to make-do with whatever was available..

We never had to take underpants off, but occasionally it was obvious some of the boys had really big ones stuffed inside, or sometimes there was some obvious tenting.

As a small 9th grader this was rather shocking things for me to see of the older boys and  their accelerated development. I was never in sports, so this is the closest I ever got in school to seeing other boys in compromising situations.

Anonymous Band Kid

The Smooth Blonde Kid

 I knew a kid in elementary and high school who had the same unnaturally pale skin, white-blond hair, and milky blue eyes as the kid in this story. And like Calvin, his voice didn't change much - it wasn't the piping voice of a child anymore, but could easily have been mistaken for the voice of a young woman - plus, he had no discernible body hair. I never saw him naked, but when we were seventeen and eighteen I saw him several times in swim trunks, and besides having no beard, he had no hair anywhere else either, not even in his armpits. I thought that there must be something wrong with him.

I hadn't thought about this guy for many years, but seeing a recent story here inspired me to track him down on the internet. It turns out that he died a couple of years ago (he was in his late sixties), but his obituary mentioned an ex-wife and a daughter, so I assume that he was able to function as a man.

Anonymous

Dealing with the Stuff

I was so dumb I did not know stuff came out of your dick when you played with it.

 After it first happened to me I still did not know what I had done. Also, I did not think about using something to catch the cum. I hated to do it because of the messy cum, and how to deal with cleaning it up.

 I was so dumb I jacked inside my pajamas. The stuff made a mess all over me and inside the pajamas. Then I had to sleep in the mess. Still I just had to do it every few days. It made me mad at myself because I would do it until the stuff got all over me.

 After while I used a towel to cum in. Then hiding it under the mattress. Then it felt OK to do it.

Anonymous

The Emergence of Boners

Well for me the first  boner I ever saw was on my own, lol. I had been getting them since I can remember, in Kindergarten.  But, I was 11 or 12 when they started becoming more frequent and in the morning my boner pointed straight to the sky which made peeing in the toilet difficult. I'd pee in the shower but without running the water, luckily I had my own bathroom attached to my bedroom but I still learned that peeing without rinsing it out was a bad idea. My bedroom's bathroom smelled like an alley behind a bar after only a few days. It took a lot of Pine Sol and "elbow grease" but I got rid of the smell. It was from that point on that I took showers just to be able to pee in the morning.

At school when I was in 6th grade I went to the toilet, had a boner at the urinal and awkwardly tried to piss that is when I noticed an older kid looking at me and playing with himself. I allowed him to get a good long look but didn't touch myself. He ejaculated into the urinal and that was my first time seeing an ejaculation. I realized that the boy was turned on merely by seeing my dick which was an exciting thought so when I got boners at the urinal I was always aware of if anybody was looking and allowed them to get a good peek.

Anonymous

The Music Tutor

Starting with junior high I wanted to play in the band and orchestra. The band director helped me choose oboe. He taught me the basics in band class and after-school rehearsals. In the second semester He suggested that my parents hire a certain high school boy as an oboe tutor.

The guy was 17, thin and flat-bellied, definitely an expert double-reed player. But there was something else about him. He squeezed a bulge in his pants a lot. Sometimes he would stand right up against me to help me with finger positions and I would feel his dick resting against my thigh. Various other little things happened. I remember one time his wrist brushed my crotch and he immediately apologized. I immediately got a semi-boner from the contact.

One day he suggested we take a break to go to the restroom. Apparently he had decided it was time to make a move.

He stood back from the urinal and opened his fly, slowly bringing out an unmistakable hard-on. After pretending that he was sort of trying to hide his boner, he stepped up to the urinal and started jacking off. He did not show me the jacking procedure, but when he got to the end he remarked that he "needed" that.

I was pleased that he'd given me a look because all the little things that happened made me curious about what was in his pants. We went back to the lesson. He told me to let him know if I ever needed to take a break like that.

Soon on lesson-days we spent a few minutes jacking off together before starting work on the oboe.

He was part of my sexual education, a very non-threatening guy somewhat older than me. I do wonder whether he picked up positive sexual vibes from me before making passes, or just took a chance that I might respond.

Anonymous

There's Something about Gary

  My brother and me went to a private school. Our uniform was very dressy. The boys had to wear neckties all year even in hot weather. Well one day a boy that was sort of my secret pal, him and me jacked off after class. I went out to the van that took us home. My brother was two years older. Him and one of his friends already were sitting in the van. I got in and my brother said WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR TIE! I had a blob of cum on my necktie!

  Him and his bud made so much fun of me I wanted to die. He kept saying things like I can't believe my little brother does that and his dick is only half an inch long. Later on I found out that him and that very same friend did it with each other all the time but I kept my mouth shut.

Anonymous

"Big" at Thirteen

I was "big" at thirteen. I didn't know that until several of us Air Force brats were hiding in a kid's garage and comparing peters. All our pricks became stiff but mine was far larger than anyone else's. Longer and bigger and harder than all the others. No contest. That was a surprise to me and a source of amazement to the other guys.

One of the boys even asked me how I made it get so big. I had no answer, but my big dick gave me something to be proud of - for a while. I was so pleased with myself that I constantly thought about my huge dick and looked for chances to show it off to other boys.


The truth was that my dick had merely reached adult size quicker and earlier than normal. The other guys continued to grow and by the time I was 15 boys my own age had reached their own mature size. I no longer had a champion dick.

Poor me! Demoted from huge to average.

Anonymous

There is Something Wrong With Him?

This is off the subject but here goes.

  I remember the first time I saw a boner. I was in sixth grade, about 11, definitely no more than 12. I had no way of knowing it at the time, but the sight left an impression on me. It was at the restroom in a department store. I went in there just to piss. Another boy was standing at a urinal. As soon as I got my dick out he backed up some. Never looking at me, he wiggled his dick in every possible way. In a minute he took his hand away and stood with his peter sticking way up by itself. He gave me quite a show.

He also scared the shit out of me. I kept thinking, there is something wrong with him. This is not normal.

  I now think he planned on jacking-off for me, but I didn't hang around. Now what I said about it leaving an impression on me was this: beginning right then I started having boners of my own. I could not stop thinking about that guy's dick poking straight up, and whenever I thought about it.... I got hard, just like that other kid. Then I started getting hard when I thought about my own dick. I was not yet mature enough to beat my meat and yet I had to put up with big-boy stiffies inside my pants.

Anonymous

Resolution for Camp

When I was 12 years old I was very curious about what other boys penises might look like. I tried unsuccessfully with several guests to see their dicks. The common method I used was to try and get them to undress in front of me by undressing first like it was no big deal.

One of my targets, an Asian kid named Jacob apologized and turned their head to give me my privacy even though I tried to make it clear that I didn't care if they saw me. I remember that Jacob opted to change in the bathroom rather than in my room where I might see.


Another way that I tried to see a dick was by "accidentally" barging into the bathroom when they were changing clothes or peeing, trying to time things just right so I might see something. This too did not work. I remember barging in when I thought my friend, Adam the blondest, whitest kid ever would be just getting out of the shower. I was disappointed to find him already wrapped in a towel.

My desire to see a dick did not discriminate I remember this black kid named Daniel I thought about pulling his pants down while he slept. I might have gotten away with it because I swear that Daniel could sleep through dynamite exploding but as soon as I put my hand on the waistband of his pajamas a feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. I'm not kidding, it was a sudden and massive feeling that I was doing something wrong so I stopped.

Attempt after attempt and no luck until one day, one glorious day we all went to summer camp. This is before the days of everybody being afraid to make a kid shower. We all took showers and between the time that camp started and ended I saw the Asian kid, Jacob and I saw the blonde boy, Adam and I saw the black kid, Daniel along with about six other friends and a few dozen fellow campers.

It was an experience that eliminated my need to do sneaky things to see other boys instead I just made sure I got to camp. Summer camp, winter camp, any kind of camp and I wanted to go.

Anonymous

Why "Big" Guys are Confident

 I've always wondered how it affects boys when they first realize, at 13 or 14 or maybe even 15, that they are "much better endowed" than all their friends and indeed most all other boys.

 There was one boy in my class who was absolutely huge like this, and we all whispered about his "horse cock", but we never mentioned anything to him about it. But he was also the nicest kid you'd ever want to meet. He played sports (that's how we all got to see his huge dick) and he was often a team captain because he seemed to be a born leader. He was great at helping the less talented kids gain skills and confidence, and building team spirit. I was on one of his teams, so I saw this first-hand.

Anonymous

Reveille and Taps

 Glad to find this site and want to ask a question. Did anybody attend boarding school or military school?

 I learned to JO from my roommate in a school of which shall be nameless. Him and me tried to guess which boys in our dormitory did it and if they had buddies. It's hard to imagine that we two were the "only" guys sharing wanks. It was amazing we did not rub blisters on our peters that term because of doing it together twice a day every day. Reveille and taps.

Anonymous

Just the Basic Showers - But More Later

 The anonymous OP telling about Locker-room and Showers describes nearly the identical routine of my own youth. He does not mention his grade or age.


  In my town a PE credit was required by the end of ninth grade. Most of us took the gym class in seventh or eighth but some delayed until their final chance. So the PE mix was seventh through ninth. That covers a sizeable range of male development. Yet the OP tells it like I remember: No horsing around, just hurrying to get showered, dressed, and rush to the next class. I agree with his word "normal."

 We did delightful things with one another at other times and places, but certainly no one was in danger of being harassed in PE.

Even still Anonymous

Calvin's Exceptional Production

You've noticed this fact, I'm sure: Some guys produce a lot more semen than others do. There was a boy in ninth grade with me that was like that. I’m going to call him Calvin because he reminded me of the kid in the comic strip with his blond hair.


To begin with, Calvin was apparently delayed in reaching full puberty. Although he could jack off and shoot sperm, he had no hair around his peter or nuts, and his voice was unchanged. He was a very pale white boy (a Scot, I think) with slight fuzz on his legs but no other body hair, most noticeably no pubes. He was also uncircumcised with a foreskin that tightly concealed his dickhead until he started masturbating.

We were constant jacking buds. When we were lucky enough to have some privacy, Calvin lay on his back in bed or on the floor with his stiff boner extending toward his navel. We stimulated each other until Calvin was ready to masturbate. Then he wanted to take care of his boner himself. As he pumped, his uncircumcised dick put on a show for me. The entire head of his penis was revealed on his down-stroke. Then he took an up-stroke and the head was fully hidden except for a small opening around the tip of his thing. It was like a game of now-you-see-it-now-you-don't.


Calvin always jacked real slow. Even when we were doing it in a questionable place like a school restroom, he took his time. I would be anxious for him to hurry up before we were caught, but he never hurried, even when he was about to cum.

In bed, he sometimes raised his butt to thrust his dick firmly into his hand at the same time that his hand was slowly moving up and down. When he finally ejaculated, his hand was almost stationary.Then he came suddenly and with a great deal of force. Big lumps of thick cum shot out onto his chest plus a runny spray of thin fluid. He seemed to get three or four separate climaxes at the instant of ejaculation, shooting more cum each time. Every shot made his entire body convulse and he would make freaky noises. I couldn't tell whether he was experiencing pleasure or pain.

I wanked at normal speed and shot my stuff long before Calvin did. When he finally delivered his load there would be big streaks and puddles of semen oozing around on his belly and sometimes more cum on the bed or pillow. One time he lay so still after climaxing that I thought he had passed out. But then he opened his eyes and said "Whew.”




How a kid with pale skin and a bald crotch produced so much cum I will never know.

Arnold Stockford

Brothers in Tangled Arms

 How different this story was from when I went to middle school. I wasn't in sports, and P.E. was pretty lame. I can't recall ever seeing any classmate naked in school through all of middle school, so the only boy I ever got to see his developing junk was a very close friend of mine because we used to pull down our pants and compare. That did lead to us becoming jack-off buddies, because we used to measure each other, both soft and hard.


 I remember the day, I was barely 13, when I was stroking mine to get it hard and my friend said, Oh, you do that too, huh? I said do what? And he said, Jerk it. Do you ever get it to a really great feeling and stuff comes out? That's how we sort of embarrassingly admitted to each other that we both knew how to masturbate. Then he said that he kinda felt like doing it now. That's the first day I ever saw another boy cum, and let him watch me cum, too.

Anonymous

Big Ego - Big Schlong

 In 8th grade gym we had one dude whose dick was much larger and longer than anybody else. He was not any older, just bigger. When we suited up or showered there was no missing it. His peter hung way down, but ours just pointed out or maybe drooped down a little.

 He was a very commanding sort of boy who wanted to be the captain of every team. At the time I wondered whether all boys with big dicks were pushy like that. He was very masculine but I sort of thought secretly that he might let some of his athletic friends play with his big firecracker.

Anonymous

The Mini Skinny-Dipper

 My little cousin was about two or three. I am sure he never heard of skinny-dipping at that age, but he invented it for himself. He was playing in a kiddie pool in the front yard when he got the idea to drag his plastic slide over to the pool and put the low end in the water.

That was not enough. He pulled off his swim suit. When his mother came back outside he was happily sliding into the pool and walking back around to do it again and again - - with his little weenie in full view of everybody that passed.

Anonymous