You Can't Predict Size

This story is short and probably kind of silly but when I was 14 I was quite overweight and had a small penis. I knew this just from comparisons especially with my best friend. We never took our dicks out and put them side to side but he was never shy about changing in front of me. Although, I never changed in front of him. His flaccid dick was bigger than my erection.


 My cousin that was 2 years younger than me, had surpassed me in size. We had a kid at school that was very goofy and weird, he was 14, the shortest kid in class well I thought that I had to be bigger than him. I spent days trying to peek at him and I finally did it. I had the perfect view to see that his cock was longer and fatter than mine. The short, weird little kid with the curly hair had much a bigger dick. There was no comparison and I was legit depressed for a long time after that. It's silly but I thought based really on nothing that I had to be bigger than the weird kid simply because he was weird; I wasn't.

Anonymous

The Call of the Ice Cream Truck

Several years ago, the 5 year old child of a neighbor of ours was apparently taking a bath and heard the music of the ice cream truck coming.

Maybe he was not being well supervised by his Mom. He got out of the tub, took a dollar from his mom's purse, and ran outside to meet the truck with several of the other boys and girls on the street. But he never put any clothes on. He was politely standing at the truck completely naked and dripping wet, dollar in hand, waiting his turn to be served.

Anonymous

Our Spot

It was as plain as day, Robert was telling me that he needed to find a place to "take a leak". We were walking together through the neighborhood it was 8:00 in the evening and we had many options for Robert to relieve himself, for starters we were not that far away from his house. We simply could have walked back. There were restaurants, we could have gone into one of those but I knew that there was an ulterior motive to finding a place to pee. Robert was searching for privacy because he wanted something private to happen and whether he sensed it or not, so did I.

The search finally ended when we came to the dark, open campus of the local elementary school. That same school is now fenced in on all sides but back then the campus was open and anyone could get on after the school day was over. We walked until we got to the back of a building, we could barely see but right in front of me Robert undid his pants and began to piss. I could see well enough to see the water escaping his body, arching up and landing onto the ground. My eyes adjusted and in the very dim light I could see his genitals on display.

He had long since finished but he still kept his pants undone. I watched him not knowing what he would do next. "Do you have to go?" he asked me why still keeping his pants undone. My 13 year old penis, sprung to life and although I really didn't have to go I told him that I'd try. I unzipped and gave him the best angle to see me should he want to. I managed to only release a small amount of urine. "I guess you didn't have to go." I knew then that he was looking. All this time he still had his dick out and so did I.

There was silence, a long silence and a stare by this time my eyes had adjusted enough that I could see him pretty clearly although the light had not gotten any brighter. Now, it was my turn to make a move. "Do you want to jack off?" It was much more straightforward than I would have liked. I left no room to take it back and no ambiguity about what I wanted to do. "What?" Robert asked. I knew he heard me and suddenly regretted asking but I still repeated myself. "Do you want to jack off back here?" and this time Robert agreed.

I started but Robert asked me to wait. He pulled out a small flashlight and shined onto my dick and then invited me to shine the light on his. I don't know if he had planned this or if he just happened to have the small flashlight on him. Robert always seemed to have random items with him like small knives, lighters, spray cans so I could never be too sure all I knew is that he wanted a brighter view. When it was my turn to shine the light on him, I took the opportunity and touched his dick. I felt the warmth of it in my hands, his was chubbier than mine and I liked the feel of it. He then shined the light on me and felt my penis. It was the first time that another hand fondled my dick. It felt amazing but then he dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth.

The flashlight now lay on the ground and Robert gave me an entirely new sensation. At the same time, he was pleasuring himself. The sensations reached a boiling point and I announced in a loud whisper that I was about to cum. I thought he'd want to avoid the incoming deluge but upon hearing my announcement he just intensified his focus and began to move faster. My body couldn't take it, whether he was ready or not I let go. At the same time, he cummed as well onto my legs. I didn't know this until I looked down when we were all done. He swallowed mine. All I could do was laugh when I saw my leg, thens after all I had gotten my "milk" in his mouth....and he swallowed it.

It was the beginning of Robert and I going back to that same spot many times.

The Poncho Pop-up Passenger

This idea of young dudes jacking off in public is probably not as rare as we think. My take on it is this, the newbies are so dazzled by what they've learned to do to themselves, that they can't help shooting a load whenever they get a hard on. So this sometimes happens with very minimum privacy in places that the rest of us would veto.

I have sighted young jackers in action several times, both when I was a kid myself and later as an adult.

 One I remember very clearly. It was at a theme park when I was in my mid or late teens. A sudden rainstorm hit, and all the costumed characters began selling plastic ponchos with cartoon characters panted on the front. Just about everybody bought one including me.


I got on the train that went around the whole park. Next to me was a barely pubertal young dude wearing his own poncho. Pretty quick I noticed that he was holding the front of that poncho up and pounding himself under it.

What gave him away was the height at which he held the poncho. It was such a large tent that it was unnatural. You just knew he was making plenty of room for his hand to pump his dick. And the damn kid was doing it right next to me, side by side.

Anonymous

Visiting the Swim Team

I didn't attend traditional school. I went to school at home with my younger brothers and sister. We lived next to a fairly large public High School. I spent time on that campus right after their school hours especially when I was in 9th grade. I contemplated what it would be like to go to a regular school.

My favorite thing about going onto this campus was the swim team. It was amazing how all these 99 per cent nude teenage boys with giant bulges could walk around and stand around the pool with coaches and other students present and it was never thought of as anything upsetting. I came to watch practice almost everyday, I could sit there unnoticed as everybody was busy going on about there business. It also helped that I was High School age, I'd come with a backpack on and I was never questioned.

I liked to see them all from the 18 year old that looked almost indistinguishable from a real grown man to the little guys that looked like mature 5th graders. Even those shorter guys had nice bulges. One day I ventured into the changing room, there were urinals in there. I got to slide in next to one of the shorter, younger looking swimmers while he was about to pee. He pulled that speedo down and had a pretty good sized uncut cock but despite being smooth it was clear that he did not shave down there.

After that day, I'd watch them practice and keep an eye out for anyone going into the restroom/changing room. I got to see about 10 to 12 swimmer dicks out of it. The ones I liked to see best belonged to those shorter guys with the baby faces usually 9th graders but I'd slide in next to a muscular 18 year old just as quick. I observed that the older guys were more likely to have shaved their pubes but for the most part the younger guys that I saw did not tend to be shaven down there.

I always wished that one of them would jack off for me yet they never did. I was lucky though to be able to continue my spying activities without drawing unwanted attention throughout the swimming season.

Anonymous

This was MY Time

 The following is a little bit self-indulgent, but perhaps it mirrors some of what you guys may have felt and delightfully enjoyed way back then.
Eric~

This is kind of off topic but after reading a lot of these stories I want to say something, Junior High was the best time of my life. Some people will disagree. In elementary grades I didn't know anything about sex. So there was a complete void all the way through sixth grade which I filled by pretending to be every teacher's pet. In High school I never felt comfortable. Even as a senior I never felt like I was part of things. All the high school boys who oozed sexiness were committed to girls and it would have been suicide to try and jack with the high school guys.


But in Junior High we were all at the right age to know there was something else that our dicks could do besides piss. Physical Education was our laboratory. We could tell that certain boys were still naive. In a few cases I think I noticed when those boys made the jump. There would be a certain new stance as they walked to and from showers. Or sometimes their dicks got slightly hard or suddenly looked a little "used." Never really erect, but still suddenly changed.

I was kind of egotistical, I guess. I felt like I kept a mental inventory of which boys were regular jackers, which ones were too young to do it yet, and which ones were old enough that they'd learned to control it. That left a broad swath of guys who were "newly sexual." It was fun to watch them sneaking a look at everybody else's dick, and most of the recently mature guys, particularly in 7th and 8th grade, would either participate in mutual jacking or validate it by secretly watching and getting their own nuts off without letting it be seen.

It's hard to explain, but those three grades, 7-8-9 are still very meaningful to me. Yeah, I had discipline problems and study problems, but looking back a long time, junior high was MY time.

Anonymous Jacker

What a Boy Reads

  I always had erections but then at 11 I played with it until I got a really good feeling. I would later find out the feeling was an orgasm.

At 12, I stumbled across a book about reproduction which lead me to search up a website all about puberty. I figured out that my erections and orgasms had to do with sex. I initially didn't know much about the female side of things but I knew from reading that a boy and girl could make a baby. I then read about semen and ejaculation so I figured that this liquid only came out of the penis when it was inside of a girl but that the reason my penis sort of flexed when I had an orgasm was so that it could spray out semen but only inside of a girl of course. I kept looking up things and the more I read, it made me question my assumption about ejaculation only happening while inside of a girl. Yes, so that day despite any misinformation that I still held onto I had read enough that I figured out pretty quickly what happened.

Anonymous

The Back of the Bus Bopper

A true story which happened many, many years ago. Ever so often I think of it and it still makes me grin.

Our public swimming pool was in a park several miles from my house. I would ride the city bus to the pool and back. Sometimes several guys would go together but I was by myself at the time of this incident.

After swimming quite a while it was time to go home. Another boy was waiting for the bus also, young kid wearing a wet bathing suit and carrying a beach towel. I went to the back of the bus and the other boy took the other back seat, across the aisle. As the bus rumbled through the streets the little kid frequently adjusted his bathing suit which I found interesting. Every few minutes he would have to rearrange his junk, directly in my peripheral vision.

This went on for a little while and then he apparently made a major decision. He unfolded his towel and laid it over his lap. He did this without ever looking at me although I was right across from him.

At first there was a lot of random motion under the towel, and then the action began. Still totally ignoring me, he started "doing the bump" under the towel. I was around 14 and knew exactly what he was doing, very obviously jacking off. I thought he was just a little kid, but he certainly knew how to deal with his dick. The towel pulsed up and down at a steady rhythm. within just a few minutes he stretched out his legs and turned up the speed under the bumping towel. And then he gave a slight jump and was finished. He messed around under the towel for another moment and then folded it up.

Every time I remember that jacking kid amusing me on the city bus I am amazed that he didn't realize I had a front-row seat for the show that he was putting on. All these years later I still think of him being so "innocent" that his mind was focused only on what he had to do, and not on the audience that he was entertaining.

Anonymous

Alan The Smooth Swimmer

 One of my friends (I'm gonna call him Alan) was on a swim team. Alan heard from some of the guys that professional swimmers shaved their bodies to reduce friction in the water. Alan talked it over with me and decided he ought to give it a try. Now, we were the kind of friends who changed naked in front of each other whenever we needed to, but never had any sexual contact.

 So Alan had hair on his legs, under his arms, and all over his crotch. I thought he would shave himself in private, but after putting it off for a few days he asked me if I wanted to watch him shave.

 He decided to do it in the bathtub using disposable razors. First he ran some warm water into the tub, and then got in.. Naked, of course, with his dick at rest. I kept my boxers on but removed everything else to keep from getting my clothes wet.

 Alan lathered up one leg and began. It seemed to me that the job was not going as smoothly as he thought it would. But he went on shaving his leg, saying "Ouch" every minute and leaving little tracks of bleeding cuts on his skin. Then the other leg. By now it he was making "Eee" noises and it was obvious that he was no longer enthusiastic about shaving his body.

 From there he lathered up his pubes but just lay back in the tub. Time went by without him bringing a razor near his private area. Suddenly he grabbed the package and thrust a fresh razor at me. "You do it," he instructed, laying all the way back with his eyes closed.

 I don't have to tell the OOTS family what happened next, but here it is. With the first stroke of the razor, starting near his navel and drawing the blade down toward his dick, he began to get horny. There was no doubt about it. His dick shifted on his leg. Maybe only a quarter-inch, but it definitely came to life. I stopped and looked at him. He seemed to be trembling all over. "Go ahead," he said.

 After several gentle razor strokes he was perhaps halfway hard but not yet fully erect. "Hell!" he told me, almost crying, "I can't control what's happening to my thing. I'm sorry!"

 By then I was hard myself and had a sneaking suspicion about what was going to happen. I asked him if he wanted me to go ahead. His answer was a sort of suppressed "Shit!" followed by "Do you mind?"

 With each succeeding stroke his dick became more and more swollen until he was sporting a fully hard erection.

 I don't think we said any more. I know Alan never instructed me to masturbate him, but he did say that I ought to take off my boxers. And then, sort of automatically without any conversation, we began stimulating each other.

 The result was a very fulfilling set of mutual climaxes as well as a new depth to our friendship. And as far as I know, Alan never tried to shave his body again.

Thunder Cloud

The Slow Build up Method

A lot of you guys sound like me. My "masturbation station" was in bed at night. One of my brothers shared the bed so I would be real cautious.

 You would not believe all the ways I tickled and wiggled my dick while it got harder and harder. Then I started real slow strokes so my brother would not wake up. if he did, I laid there still holding onto my hard dick. Then start tiny little strokes again, barely moving until it was time to cum. I loved that final moment when I quit jacking for a few seconds and everything rose to a huge pause and the horny feeling got real big, then I did it a little more maybe playing with my balls at the same time and got all the physical symptoms (I loved those) and at last I came and all the cum I made in the last 24 hours shot out into the washcloth. It was a fail proof way to fall asleep, still holding the washcloth around my dick.

Anonymous

Did that High School Dude Cruise Me?

I learned a couple of things about myself when I was 14. It was in the weeks leading up to Christmas and I was at a mall shopping for gifts. After while I needed to take a leak and headed for the men's room. There was another guy also heading down the hall to the restrooms. He was high school age yet wearing black slacks, dress shirt and a tie. I assumed (and still do) that he was dressed like that because of working a holiday job at one of the stores.

We entered the relief station at almost the same moment. He headed for one of the stalls and I (totally innocent) went to the urinal next to his stall.

After pissing I happened to notice a hole about 1/2" or 3/4" in diameter through the partition. This was something novel, brand new to me. I stood there wondering about it, and then realized I could get a tiny look at what was going on in the stall. That little look let me see the other guy's upper arm which was in constant motion. He was apparently jacking off. I kept standing at the urinal and in a moment the scene changed and I no longer saw his moving arm. Now to my absolute amazement I saw what appeared to be an eye looking through the hole. Was he looking at my dick? What the hell was happening?

Another moment went by and once again I had a view of the moving arm.


To make a long story short, I rapidly acquired a boner and could not resist pumping my erect dick. The eye was now positioned again at the hole. I got the impression that his forehead was pressed tightly against the partition while he looked at me. There was absolutely no doubt that the dude in his white shirt and tie was both jacking off and watching me do the same.

My climax arrived almost immediately. It was a profound cumshot. As I blasted my stuff into the urinal the other guy sped up and must have reached his own orgasm. I zipped up and hurried out of the restroom while he was unrolling toilet paper.

What I learned: first, I discovered anonymous sexual contact which I had not previously experienced. And second, I found out that I was highly aroused by somebody else looking at me when I was stiff.

One thing I have considered over the years, whether this happened purely by chance, or whether the other dude had got a look at me and decided to cruise me and see what might happen.

Anonymous

My Excitement at a Sleep-over

My first orgasm with ejaculation happened in a very uncomfortable place. It was at the sleepover for my classmate's 13th birthday. There were 7 or 8 boys there, an assortment of people I think his cousin, his neighbor, a guy from his church, a guy from sports and a few guys from school and I was one of them. I don't remember for sure how he knew everybody at the sleepover but that's not really important. We are all there, I'm already 13, the youngest guy is probably 10 the oldest guy is 14.

There was no sexual play going on, or even sexual talk that night so this is not one of those stories about all of us playing around if it had been then maybe I would not have felt so uncomfortable when it happened. I kept getting super stiff that night and it'd stay hard for probably 20 minutes at a time, go down for 5 or 6 minutes and then rise back up. It was literally throbbing and all the games are going on at the party, we were playing guitar hero but my dick was not going to let me ignore it. I went to his bathroom and took out my dick to examine and after not much touching I shot out SEMEN on the counter and mirror. I could hear all the other guests at the party, I could hear the guitar hero song it was the Rage Against the Machine song called "Killing In the Name". I'll never hear that song and not think of the first time I shot cum. All the guest are literally on the other side of the door laughing and talking, the song is playing and I've just ejaculated for the first time onto his countertop and mirror.


I start cleaning up and the door knocks, "I gotta go" it's a party guest urgently needing to use the bathroom. The house had other bathrooms of course but the other kid wants to use the one I'm in. I let him in after I think I have cleaned up the counter and the mirror. I do it quick with the guest towel by the way so that other kid probably got my semen on his hand if he used it. Here's the thing when I went to inspect the bathroom after making up an excuse to get away it turned out that I had not cleaned up everything and a little bit of semen was streaked on the mirror (I guess from wiping it) and on his dark wood floors. I cleaned it up and wondered if the other kid noticed it.

Did I know what had happened to me? Well, I had an idea but it still would have been better to be in a more comfortable place besides a birthday party with your classmate, his family and some strangers. It was not ideal to shoot cum all over a classmate's bathroom and then fail to clean all of it up and the part I did clean up was with a towel everybody is expected to use. No Bueno!

Anonymous

You do WHAT?

I had a friend that was a couple of years older than me. He let me play with his dick from time to time. His was bigger than mine and he could make cum. I was not ready for that yet but I enjoyed doing it to him, and he was real nice to me whenever I made him cum.

One time he wanted to show me something. We went to his room and locked the door. He opened one of his drawers and got out this little square plastic package. He said he stole it from his old man. I didn't even know what it was, it looked a little like a thick rubber band in that clear wrapper. He told me it was a rubber. I was completely dumb. He pulled down his pants and had a hard on. Then he started unrolling the rubber onto his dick. In a minute his entire dick was covered and there was a small pouch at the tip.

I was totally dumb about sex and didn't know why anybody would put a little rubber bag on their dick. He said, now I'm ready. Ready for what. He tells me real soft, ready to f--- a girl.

Huh? What do you mean? He tells me again, with a little more explanation: You put one of these on and stick your dick into a girl's pussy and poke it back and forth until you cum. The rubber keeps her from having a baby. I think he told me some more, but I was stunned, still thinking about the part about sticking your dick into a girl which sounded awful nasty. To tell the truth I thought he was making it up.

I yelled at him, You Do WHAT?

That was the beginning of my sex education. I still enjoyed jacking him off, but I just could not handle the concept of a boy putting his dick into a girl.

Anonymous

Sharing a Good Feel

 The two accounts of boys who were pale-skinned and nearly hairless remind me of a boy I knew at one of the schools I attended during early puberty. The guy had all those characteristics and one thing more. He hated sports. He wanted nothing to do with teams or ball games or exercise or any sort of athletics.

 He tried like hell to get out of changing and showering. Sometimes he got away with it, but usually the coach would catch him hiding someplace and give his butt a genuine chewing-out. It was the showers that showed us he was hairless.

 If left to himself, he would sit on the steps during PE, not even watching the games that were in progress, maybe reading a book if he thought the coach wasn't looking. When he tried to dribble in basketball It was painful to watch. He could not take a single step and bounce a ball at the same time. His free-throws never came remotely near the hoop. It was dangerous to be nearby when he had a bat in his hands. He managed never to successfully punt a football even when it was only a foot in front of him.  I thought that he just didn't try, but maybe he had a coordination problem.

 One thing I learned about him, though: Although he avoided all types of physical exercise he certainly enjoyed exercising his hairless personal possession. Not sure why he picked me as a friend, but here’s how it got started:

 We were sitting across the aisle from each other in some class. He was wearing shorts. I heard him whisper "Psst!" at me. When I looked over at him, he indicated to look at his shorts. As soon as I was peeking at him, he raised one leg of the shorts and held it up. Voila! The head of his dick was clearly visible, and it looked to me like he was hard! After I got a fleeting look he hid his dick back in his pants and sat there squeezing himself. It was the sort of thing that boys like me dream about. He voluntarily showed me his dick without me  encouraging him in any way.

 Nothing physical actually happened that day.  Sometime later we were standing in line in PE and I was right in front of him. He grabbed my hand and guided it behind my butt while he stepped up real close to me. It was obvious that he wanted me to feel him. I gave him a few good squeezes, discovered that he was erect, and became stiff myself.

  We were never true jacking pals, but whenever we happened to see each other we almost always managed to give each other a good feel and then shoot a load together.

Thunder Cloud

I Knew I had to Tell my Parents

 I had wet dreams starting at twelve before knowing what they were. I was scared that something was wrong with my dick because of finding goo in my underpants. Sometimes I thought about telling my parents but I was too shy to talk about my dick.


 One day me and a friend started checking out each other's privates. He was playing with mine a lot and telling me he never felt one so stiff. That made me worry even more. He kept playing with my stiffie when I got a huge feeling that something awful was happening to me. The feelings got worse and worse. Then it happened, cum shot on both of us like spurt after spurt and also on the bed.

 My friend jumped back yelling "What is that!" Neither one of us knew what had happened. Now I knew I had to tell my parents. But the next day I felt like I needed to play with my dick some more because it got hard like it needed to be rubbed. Real soon my dick exploded again but I kind of liked it. I settled down doing it every few days and really liking it.

  I been doing it ever since.

Anonymous