Admit it You're Jacking

When I was 14 I was sleeping over at a friend's house and I was still awake past 2 am. He had two beds in his room so I had a bed all to myself, I couldn't sleep so I started playing with my dick just getting it harder and harder until I was throbbing. The room was dark and he had been sleeping for hours. i was the only one awake in the house. I laid there just playing with my hard dick before getting into a rhythm and flat out stroking it. I had no lube it was different but not impossible to jerk with no lotion. I just moved my skin up and down I wasn't the type to spit in my hand. I got into it forgetting about lotion or no lotion it just felt good. I lowered my pajamas and took off my shirt and got on top of the covers completely naked with my dick towering in the air. I stroked it then let it rest, stroked it then let it rest. I was edging.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard my name in a whispery voice "Daniel, what are you doing?" My friend had not been sleeping after all. I answered back "nothing" and he said "admit it your jacking off". I still denied it until he said "whatever your doing it's making me horny as fuck".

"I thought you were asleep"

"I can't sleep. I'm going to jack off."


We were both in separate beds, I stopped jacking off to listen to him for about 10 minutes until he gasped and had an orgasm. I then resumed and quickly started cumming but not before he came closer to my bed and stood close by in the dark. My friend handed me something to wipe up with. He said to throw it on the floor and we'd take care of it later.

It was a great experience because the masturbation wasn't a big deal, just a normal thing that a 14 and 15 year old boy needed to take care of.

Anonymous

Lessons by the Teen-age Elder

I accept the point about "nice boys." I was a "nice boy" in my religion. I feel like I remained a "nice boy" even thought I was taught to masturbate by - - - wait for it - - - a teenage Elder in my religion.


 He was counseling me in my knowledge of sin and asked me personal questions that I didn't fully understand about my dick and things like nocturnal emission. I was thirteen and as his questions went on, I felt really dumb. Finally he asked me if I didn't know what the worst sin was for a boy. He said he would show me and said we should go to the restroom. Then he prayed out loud to be forgiven for what he was about to do. He got his dick out of his zipper and told me to do the same. I was feeling freaky by then. He wiggled his boner up and down and pumped himself a few strokes, then let me feel of it. In turn he gave my young hard-on a series of feelies. He complimenting me on my stiffie. By then I was experiencing sexual feelings for the first time. I was really frightened. He told me I was about to produce the semen that was intended to create babies. Pump it like this, he said, demonstrating on himself. Right away I got my first orgasm with cum spewing all over the restroom while the Elder rapidly jacked himself. Then he climaxed. He told me that I must never do this now that I knew what it was. But if the temptation was too hard to resist I should ask forgiveness for doing it. Then he added, If I knew I was going to have to do it, I should come to him and we would strengthen each other.

I went to him to be strengthened several times, meaning to jack off together. He instructed me to ask forgiveness at the moment of climax. The two of us became very close buddies, seeing each other at least once a week. He coached me in one more thing: "Never tell, just privately ask forgiveness." Other than my education by the Elder, I was a very good boy in my religion.

Anonymous

Checking the Balls

The summer I was almost 15, me and a certain friend would jack together almost every day. The park near our apartment, it had a lot of sports opportunities. One thing, was a roof on the basketball court. Everybody hung out on the court because it was shady and cooler under the metal roof.

A few steps from the basketball court was some thick woodsy brush. Trees and  lots of bushes. If you went in there nobody could see you. My friend and me we played around til getting sorta bored of the game, then kind of looking at each other. So we went in the bushes one at a time. We knew what each other wanted so dropped our shorts for a feel and a wank. We gave each other a helping hand also to wiggle each others balls when we were catching our climax. I swear we did that every day that whole summer. It was the only time of my life that I did it with a dude every day and got real good cum.

 I can't even remember his name now, he was just some other dude. Me and him just discovered each other.

Anonymous

We didn't know what Happened

It must have been a few years ago when I posted about my first time. It assume it disappeared so here goes.

I made my first shot while another guy played with my stiffie. Did not know that was going to happen! I was laying on the seat of a picnic table with my little prick sticking up.

 We been feeling each other and playing around. The other dude started doing his hand back and forth on it and wiggling, all of that. But what did we know?

In a minute I got the feelings. I was about to say stop when everything blew! The cum squirts up in the air. It got all over us. We did not know what happened and scared the shit out of him and me too. After a few days I got him to do it to me again. It was the only way we knew to get off, for one of us to play with the other guy's prick.

Anonymous

Anthony - My Vision of Perfection

I joined a community theater group when I was 14. I ultimately wanted to be in commercials and TV shows. One of the boys in the group, I'll call him Anthony was already in television commercials, and TV shows and even a few films. In fact I recognized him as soon as I saw him.

He was very active at the theater, he was always the big attraction if he was in a play because his picture and all his credits were always featured prominently on the playbill even if he only played a very small part. How can I describe him? He was 13, thin but not rail thin, about five feet tall wavy blond hair, blue eyes, cute smile. I had the biggest crush on him and I was slightly star struck because he was recognizable to me.

One very hot day, we went outside in the parking lot we had just wrapped up the last matinee showing of Alice in Wonderland, the director let us have a water balloon fight and I saw him with his shirt off and that made me crush even harder. The thing is that I was crushing on him but he had his best friends, I was very new to the theater group and it was like he never really noticed me. I don't even know if he was gay or straight because I never got to talk to him long enough to know anything personal about him not even something as mundane as his favorite color.

It wasn't for lack of effort that I did not get to talk to Anthony, believe me I tried maybe too hard. He was an actor, did all these TV commercials, film and stage plays but if I tried to start a conversation with him he'd give me short sweet answers. "Did you have fun shooting that commercial?" and he'd say "Yeah" "That was a funny commercial you did" "Yeah". About 90 per cent of the time I got little else, just "Yeah". To add insult to injury, I learned after a year in the community theater group doing plays with him that he didn't even know my correct name. He had his group of friends and I wasn't in it, It was simple as that.

I crushed and crushed on him always wishing that we could at least have a full conversation but of course our one to one interactions were always brief if they happened at all. Meanwhile when he'd be with his core group of theater friends he'd laugh and be very talkative. I hoped to get a starring role in one of the plays or maybe get a talent agent so that he'd notice me and talk to me but I was always relegated to very minor roles at the theater. Eventually in frustration I stopped acting and didn't even try again until I was well into being an adult.

Just a little side note but he could have told me to get on my knees and lick his asshole while jacking him off with my hand and I would have been on my knees so fast there would have been a sonic boom. We never got to do anything, I saw him shirtless but never saw his down there bits so I spent a lot of time imagining what they'd look like and thinking about the two of us doing nasty things. Anthony made a lot of special guest appearances in my dirtiest daydreams and I spilled quite a bit of cum but none of my fantasies became reality.

Anonymous

Dennis or Neal?

I don't know if this qualifies as a story, but I'll let the moderator decide.

Yeah, it works. 
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When I was 10 through 12 I had two best friends, Dennis and Neal. Then Dennis started to begin not liking it when I hung around with Neal, and one day he told me that if I wanted to continue being his friend I had to stop being so friendly with Neal. None of us were doing anything sexually together, so that didn't have anything to do with it. Well, I ultimately gave in and stopped being friends with Neal in favor of Dennis. (Big mistake, because by the time I turned 14 Dennis dumped me as a friend, too.)


It wasn't until maybe 15 years later that I met up again with Dennis and found out that he was openly gay. (I'm not.) He did admit to me at that time that at one point when we were kids he "sorta had a crush on me" but he told me he never acted on it. It was a shock to me to hear that, too, because it never hit me that he liked me like that.

Anonymous

Even Nice Boys Do

You cannot not find a nicer, more genuine, empathetic, and caring person on the entire earth than my cousin. When he was a child/teen especially 13 to 14 years old, adults were always impressed with him because he was mature for his age unlike most other kids his age that were immature, little sh_theads. He always put others first, he was always helpful, always dressed nice. I wouldn't say he was popular at school but he had a pretty solid group of friends that were also the same way but I must say my cousin outranked all of them in terms of just being an all around nice person.

I'm five years and some months older than he is. When he was 14 years old and I was 19, I walked in on him beating his meat. I know he was 14 and all but I did not think he ever did that, I just couldn't imagine it. He was so nice and proper and not that you can't be nice and also enjoy jacking off but to see him in his room, throbbing dick in hand just didn't fit with the image that I had of him. This perfect buttoned down kid with this particular "vice", anyway I should have but I didn't close the door right away, he didn't realize I was standing there for a few seconds either. I just stood there probably with my mouth hanging open and when he saw me standing there he showed an emotion that I hadn't seen him show since he was a toddler. Anger! He asked why I was standing there and ordered me out of his room. It shocked me, it was the most teenaged I had ever heard him sound. Just the raw emotions of frustration and anger coming out in his voice.

I leave the doorway. A few minutes later he comes back to me very apologetic for snapping at me. He then asked if I was going to tell his parents about him masturbating but he didn't use that word but he was too proper to say jacking off, I don't remember what word he used but I do remember he was worried about me telling his parents. "My parents don't know I do this. I just do it sometimes because if I don't it stays big all day." I told him that I would not tell his parents and furthermore I did the same thing too. We had a very candid discussion about jacking off. We never jacked off together but we did talk extensively about when we liked to do it, where we liked to do it, what we did with our cum and all the things that come with beating the meat.

He continued to be a nice and genuine person (that was the only time I've seen him angry except when he was very young), adults still liked him, he still dressed like he was going to church every day of the week but now my perfect cousin became a little more human.

Anonymous

Introducing an Extended Length Story

Story Excerpt - From a Sub-page Fitting into the Neighborhood, dedicated to a new story series on OOTS.

Connor: The first and best friend I met in the neighborhood, he was at my preschool and we grew up together. He had reddish or "strawberry" blond hair not quite deep red and not quite blond, a spattering of freckles across his nose and very pale white skin. We both used sunscreen but he seemed to burn with or without it if he stayed out too long. At the age of seven or so Connor wanted to "see if my weiner was brown", in his room we put our little peckers together to compare and contrast. It lead to games that we occasionally played that often involved urinating (pee in cups and mix it with household chemicals to create a "potion" that we eventually poured down the drain, pee on some ants, see who can pee further, and so on) because I guess what else could you do with your wiener except pee right? We played those games for a good year or so and grew out of it. Then at around 11/12 when we learned about puberty and started seeing changes we started to compare again. Our games though took on a more sexual overtone that included clumsy attempts at oral and anal sex. I don't think neither of us knew how to do oral without the painful scrape of our teeth getting in the way and we both clenched too much for anal. I can remember one time Connor got it in and it felt so weird that I panicked and escaped as he was only about to complete his second pump. Had we seen gay porn? No, but you'd be amazed what two boys could think of when they are horny and experimental. Here's a hole, let's stick something in it.

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Dylan - Oh What a Crush

I remember a certain crush situation- 

 When I was a junior in High School, I became best friends with a boy who was 1 year below me, a sophomore. He wasn’t much to look at for me, but he wasn’t that bad-looking either; he was a little shorter than me, slightly chubby, semi-long curly hair, and geeky-looking.

 But another friend of his, “Dylan”, whom he had known for a while before meeting me, now HE was hot! For his age he already had the body of a marine or a swimmer with how athletic he looked, and he had that short military hair too, my god he was sexy...

 I got to spend more time with Dylan as the months went, and while we got pretty close, it was clear that we’d never be as close as Andrew was with my best friend, since at the time they were too much into Call of Duty and other similar shooting games, while I was only casually playing those since I prefer hack-n-slash and RPG games. But at least it was never awkward when it was just me and Andrew.

There were a few times when the three of us would wrestle, and at the time I was strong enough to take them both on and win. When it was just me and Dylan, I’d try and be a little more risqué in how we wrestled, and thankfully he didn’t seem to mind. In fact I suspected that he was bisexual, something about his personality seemed flirtatious, like he knew he was hot and didn’t mind showing off to boys or girls, especially when he’d jokingly take off his shirt and expose his glorious chest, abs, and arms, whenever the three of us would compare who was the fittest.

 At times I thought I could have enticed Andrew to get experimental with me, but I also suspected that he was more attracted to our mutual best friend, which broke my heart a bit. Maybe it was because they knew each other longer, and had more overlapping interests; maybe it was my Christian conscience that tormented me for a chunk of my childhood and teenage years, but aside from a couple occasions where I played it safe and ambiguous, I regret to say I never took the opportunity to make a move on Andrew, even though I had some good opportunities, because I was worried that we still weren’t close enough to do that, and even then, I feared he’d rather do it with our mutual friend. Any special activity we would’ve done would be just for fun, and I’d even have been fine if he asked to pretend if I was our friend while we did it, I just wanted to cuddle with him, and do other things...

Anonymous

My Crushes

Thinking back to my teen years I had a major crush on one of my friends, but also liked several more. I used to also crush on a guy that walked part of the same route I took to School. He was a year below me and I did not know him as a friend,  but I still remember his name even to this day. I wanted so bad to talk to him, befriend him but I was shy (and totally in the closet) so it never happened.

 Regarding my best friend I had a crush on, we got drunk one night and after some talk we ended up masturbating together. He got really freaked and stopped. I carried on and finished, but it freaked him too much and it ended our friendship.

 Later on in my late teens I became friends with an exceptionally handsome boy, we did everything together but never anything sexual. One night we went out and after drinking I confided that I was gay, I didn't tell him my feelings for him. Another friendship lost.

 There were many others boys I often fantasized about, I had my favourites, but nothing sexual ever came of anything, I was simply too nervous. My first proper encounter with a guy didn't happen until I was 20 I think.  I didn't have good teen years and I think that's probably why I went off the rails a little in my early twenties.

I love reading about other guys early encounters, how they shared special times with friends, and I only wish my teen years could have been as happy and wonderful.

Anonymous

My Secret Crush - The Pain was Real

I saw this and thought how true it is for many boys growing up who have crushes on their friends or best friend.

 I think it has happened to almost ALL boys. I thought it may be a good conversation starter to post this pic on your blog with a note asking if anyone has been in the same situation and to maybe tell a bit about it or to share a story about the crush they had on a friend growing up? Maybe it was to come to fruition or maybe like most it was never to be.

But I’d be interested to see what responses you get from you’re readers as to how they felt on the topic of growing up with a heartbreaking crush on a friend..... who just did not notice the signs.

MG

Doin' Triples

Question for you guys. Did any of you ever have days in your teens when you HAD to jack off a second time and maybe even a third time? Maybe you could call it compulsive masturbation. I always shot my daily load while using the bathroom after breakfast. That was usually enough self-sex to get me through the day.

But I would have an occasional day when I got horny again during the day and had to sneak around and find a place to jack myself again and shoot a second load. Sometimes this happened within a few minutes of shooting the first load. I knew from experience that getting that second climax was more difficult and less fulfilling, but I had to do it anyway.

On days when I was so horny that I had to blow a third load I always tried to talk myself out of it. I knew I would not enjoy the third wank. I would have to bang my dick faster and faster until my hand was just a blur. I would almost get sick. Then the stuff would dribble out without giving me a thrill. I hated those triple-wank days and cursed my lack of will-power. They made my whole crotch ache.

Anonymous

Discussion Between boys

When I was twelve I had a friend a year older. He moved in right around the time of my birthday and over the next two or three months we became good friends.

 One day we were hanging around his house, nobody else at home, doing nothing in particular, when our conversation turned - as it often will among boys that age - to matters of sex and puberty. In the course of our discussion it became clear that I had never seen semen, and he had never seen a foreskin. At that point, the next step just seemed obvious.

Anonymous

Wigglin' our Wieners in the Snow

 I was 14 and impatient, tired of hanging around a rural Iowa cemetery. All I could think was how much longer we would be standing in the cold wind waiting for the funeral people to finish with the old man's grave. My mother's family were early settlers of Iowa. Now we lived about 1500 miles away but made road trips ever so often when somebody died and Mom felt an obligation to attend the funeral and visit her relatives.

 The run-down old cemetery was located on land that our ancestors had farmed since the early 1800's. There was no town anywhere near the farm and and nothing but an unimproved rocky lane ending at the cemetery. The farmhouse collapsed years ago. Its ruins were about two city blocks from the graveyard. There had once been barns and other outbuildings on the property, but they had all fallen into piles of rotten lumber.
 
  A number of "cousins" hung around with the adults. Girls, boys, little toddlers of various sizes, even another boy possibly somewhere near my age. While I was thinking about getting in the car and starting the heater, a small guy who I would guess to be in second grade told his mother that he needed to go to the bathroom. The adults said there was an outhouse, but it had apparently decayed like the other structures. The little guy hopped around complaining "Gotta GO! Gotta GO!"

 My mother, always ready to do a good deed, instructed me, "Marty, walk Weldon behind the house so he can have a little privacy." The bigger boy, Donnie, said he would go along. I soon figured out that Weldon and Donnie were brothers and that there was a degree of friction between the eight-year-old and the twelve-year-old.

 We trudged through the snow and went behind the remains of the house where nobody could see us. All three of us pulled down our zippers and defiled the white snow with yellow scribbles. Being normal boys Donnie and I took sneaky glances at how each other was hung, although not much length poked out of anybody's fly due to the winter chill. Then, just when I figured the good deed was finished and we ought to start back to the cemetery, little Weldon piped up and told his brother that he believed my "wiener" was bigger than Donnie's. Donnie pretended he hadn't heard and despite Weldon's requests for a re-match between Donnie and me to settle the size question, we packed our peckers back into our zippers.


While that was going on Weldon gave his big brother a poke and asked, "Aren't you going to wiggle your wiener while we're alone? I'll be your look-out.


" Donnie yelled at his brother to hush, pointing to me and telling his brother that this wasn't a good time.

 Little Weldon didn't give up so easy. He turned to me and asked if I knew how to wiggle my wiener. I gave him sort of an evasive answer, which he took as Yes.

 Little Bro then told Donnie that he would act as look-out for both of us so we could wiggle our wieners together. "Just like you and Andy," he finished. I had no idea who "Andy" was, but that told me a little more about Donnie.

 While Donnie and I looked at each other Weldon went into cheer-leader mode, encouraging us to go on and get 'em out for a good wiggle.

The smaller dude then turned to me and said "You first. Get it on out. Donnie will if you will."

 We stood up against the old framework, trying to get out of the wind and settling into a somewhat hurried but definitely productive "wiggle." I'd been on the road with Mom for three days or more, so my system appreciated the unexpected opportunity .

 As you can imagine, we were longer getting back to the cemetery than we should have been. I was sure Weldon would tell the whole story, how the two big boys had wiggled their wieners while he stood guard, how we played with each other's things, and how both wieners had shot nice squirts of stuff into the snow. But the kid kept his mouth shut.

 I have never run into either of those guys again, not at a funeral, not at a reunion. But I have laughed a thousand laughs since then. As the brothers grew older Little Weldon would soon realize that what he knew about Donnie's "wiener-wiggling" habit was valuable information with which he could blackmail his big brother anytime he wanted to. The younger guy would have the upper hand for years to come.

Martin Davis

Fill the Bottle

When I was in 8th grade we were doing a science experiment in class that required the use of glycerin. That's a runny, clear gooey fluid and it came in a pint (500ml) bottle. My lab partner put some on his hand and had it dripping off of his fingers onto out lab bench and he said to me, "It must have taken a lot of boys a long time to fill that bottle." I had no idea what he as talking about at first, but then I realized it looked like fresh clear cum dripping off of his fingers! So I responded to him, "I dunno. I think I could fill that bottle by myself in about a week." He gave me a big smile back.

By barely a week later, after school we jerked off together at his house. That was probably my quickest going from zero to doing it with a new special friend.

Anonymous

A Unique Place to Put it

It looks like this inconvenience everybody is talking about is the point of no return or perhaps that feeling just before you actually get to the point of no return. The feeling that although you could technically stop, your body doesn't have that much willpower. The point when, if your like me you'll start stroking faster and more intensely and once the point of no return actually comes on it is no longer a matter of willpower. You are going to orgasm whether you want to or not.

In my early jerking I thought I could delay the inevitable after the no return feeling hit but it was useless. My very first ejaculation, I was 13 and playing with it on the toilet. The feeling came and I had plenty of dry orgasms before but I knew this one was going to be different. My body was different, my penis didn't look like a little kid's, it was hairy above it and even a little on the actual shaft, my balls had dropped and were bigger so with all those changes I knew that getting to this point at 13 was going to be different than it was when I was 9.

I didn't want to see the stuff come out, the thought of it was actually kind of frightening so when the feeling of no return came on I stopped immediately and tried to get my pants up but the volcano erupted so to speak. I wanted the good feelings of jacking off without having to deal with the white goo. I'd try to jack off and stop before the point of no return but it became edging which resulted in achy balls and an even messier cum when it inevitably happened or I'd go one stroke to far and it was like I could feel the cum getting ready to shoot out. At that point it could not be stopped no matter how much I clenched or tried to will my body to stop. Stop don't shoot, lol. I also realized that the reason I masturbated was ultimately to get an orgasm and as a 13 year old boy who had entered puberty there would never again be an orgasm without an ejaculation. I just had to accept it and let it come out and clean it up and realize that all of my friends were going through the exact same thing. They couldn't have an orgasm without the white sticky goo.

I also realized later that some people were proud of the mess. I had this one friend who sometimes bragged about how much he could shoot and how sticky his cum was. We never did anything so I never saw for myself because he was presumably straight seeing as he only talked about these copious, sticky cums in the context of what he had done with girls or what he had done while thinking about girls. He told me that he ejaculated into a girl's jacket. A girl that lived next door came over for a BBQ and he told me that she left her jacket so he f*cked the sleeve of it and shot his load in it before giving it back. I don't know if that's true but why would someone make that up?

I suppose it goes to show that we all react differently when our body starts changing and new bodily fluids emerge.

How Fast to Break the Ice??

My question is "What is the quickest you have become jack off buddies with someone? My quickest is about 3 hours.

I was 12 years old and I met a kid at a basketball court, it wasn't a park just an area with a couple of basketball courts and aging hoops that hadn't had nets in ages, nearby there was also a softball field. I can't call it a park more like a neglected recreation area. I stumbled across it by accident just riding my bike around on a Saturday morning like I often did. I rode on to the court and a kid my age caught my eye. He was trying to make shots in the hoop, I wanted to talk to him but I was kind of shy back then. I didn't see him and think "ooh, I want to get in his pants". I just didn't have a lot of friends, I was homeschooled and in my neighborhood all the kids were either barely out of diapers or about to go to college. So I rode my bike around trying to find friends which proved to be hard because all the kids my age seemed to always be indoors exercising their thumbs in front of a screen or when they were outdoors they already had a tight group of friends that was nearly impossible to break into as a complete stranger.

My parents wouldn't start taking advantage of homeschool meetups for a whole year at least after this. I had to find my friends and now here was this kid playing by himself. He asked if I wanted to play and I hopped off my bike and played basketball with him. My shots were way off and he admitted that he wasn't any good at basketball either and he was practicing for his school's team. We soon stopped playing basketball talked about other things and it became clear that we had a lot in common.

He made a dirty joke and that was what got the ball rolling because the dirty jokes turned into very candid talk about our own bodies. I just met this kid, I didn't know him and now we were very candidly talking about our own bodies. I guess he felt safe with me and I felt safe with him. The subject got around to morning wood and how hard it was to pee. I said it wasn't that hard for me, my erection is fairly straight but then curves down ever so slightly. I've never had trouble peeing into the toilet even at my hardest but he told me that his curved up towards his face.

I was extremely hard by then and horny, I asked if he wanted to see what I meant so I looked around and showed him. He showed me his and how it curved up. We didn't jack off then but that established how every other interaction that I had with him went including when I got to spend the night at his house several times. We had known each other for only around three hours before we saw each others genitalia by the next Saturday when I met him at the recreation area we were tentatively touching each other and stroking ourselves to orgasm (I shot dry but he produced a few drops that he was very proud of) by the Saturday after that we were trying oral on the basketball courts looking out for anyone that might come by but we were never disturbed.

As a side note, he was proud of his few drops until one day, very unexpectedly I sprayed out a real cum-shot. My first one was at his hands, it was when we got more comfortable touching each other's dicks. I didn't even realize I was cumming white until he said "whoa" and I looked to see my dick spurting and oozing like a volcano.

And I remind you that the entire jacking buddy dynamic started the first time we met. My question is how long did it take you and your first jacking buddy to break the ice? Did you know them for years before something happened? Was it days, weeks? Or did it start within a few hours of meeting like mine did?

Anonymous

I just never "Let Go"

This post really spoke to me. In my stories I also mentioned how, in my early teen years, I pretended to be disgusted whenever other boys would dodick-showing stuff while we were in the gym shower rooms, even though I had done FAR more invasive things when I was only 9 years old with other boys I knew.


But the Christian part of me kept getting in my way, preventing me from "just letting go" as you said and enjoying these opportunities that were presented to me all the way through High School. If I could repeat those moments in my life, I sure as hell know that I would take advantage of every opportunity I ever got.

Anonymous

An inconvenient thing about JO

Something old came up in my mind today. Something from the past.

You have to think back with me to the very first Star Wars movie. It was the late 70s. Me and a friend went to see it and we were real impressed. After a few days I think "Hell, I want to see it again." So I'm 14 and go to the movie alone because it is calling to me so bad! In the action leading up to the bar scene, Luke Skywalker is flying his astro car (or whatever it was) with the droids in it and Obi Wan Kenobi too. And I am so into the movie and loving Skywalker and the car and everything that I've got a boner from watching him fly that car! Yes, while watching the movie, I am sitting in the balcony and get this huge boner that I have to constantly squeeze and mash. What would you do? It is an afternoon matinee, seats not real full. And I still today cannot believe what I did. I unzipped my pants and reach into my under pants and play with myself. All I wanted to do was play with it a little and feel how how f-ing hard it was.

Well you know the rest. Up pops the bar scene and I am thinking oh, oh, oh, how cool am I, watching this movie and playing with my big stiff dong. But wtf I can't stop! I'm thinking, don't shoot in your pants, you creep. But what to do. Well of course I get the boner all the way out and tell myself I'll stop in a minute. Only of course I already hit that point that every boy knows, where you say OOPS! Too far too far! And the time comes to shoot and I am horny as shit about jacking and the movie and going to the movie by myself. So it is time and I climax and everything. Big bunch of squirts go right onto the back of the seat ahead of me.


Well, the philosophy I learned that day, There is something very inconvenient about jacking off: Once you get going you will not be able to stop. And today, hell of a long time later, I was reading the blog and remembering that day at Star Wars and ask you guys, did you ever pump just one stroke too many and realize that was too far, too far, too far!

Anonymous Jacker from a galaxy far far away....

Next Room Nephew

 I live with my brother, his wife and two kids. We are all in quarantine my nephews are 13 and 17. The 17 year old lives in a guest house, it's like his room but the size of a small apartment. I'm sure he takes care of business in there. He doesn't know but I have seen his browser history.




 My younger nephew who is 13 has a room right next to mine. If I'm awake past 1 am, I can hear him especially if my window is open and his window is open. It's about 5 to 15 minutes of wet sounding, rhythmic squish, squish, squish followed by a sigh of release or the occasional "fuuuuuck". If I don't hear the jacking I figure either I missed it or he's giving his dick a night off. It seems that since this quarantine started I hear a lot more squishing from my nephew than I used to. I don't think he knows that I also stay up late and I'll never let him know. After things are safe again I'll begin looking for my own place but I'll miss my nephews when I finally find it.


Anonymous Uncle