Keep em' Zipped Boys

People talking about 7th grade, I was so dumb at that age. I was a waterboy for the High School football team. A girl at school got pregnant and there was talk about a certain player, which I totally did not understand. What did a boy have to do with a girl being pregnant? At a team meeting Coach threatened every player, "Johnson's off the team. If I hear about any of you screwing a girl, you're off my team too."

I was completely confused. I knew babies came out of women's pee holes, but that was the limit of my sexual knowledge. Coach went on to say, "Do I make myself clear? This is a matter of the entire team's reputation." The players nodded. "If you can't contain yourself, go in the bathroom alone and take care of your problem. But this team will leave the girls alone or we will forfeit the season. Keep your pants ZIPPED!"

I was only 12 and had never shot a drop of sperm, but believe me I kept my pants ZIPPED. It was not until the following year that I was wigglng my stiffie at a urinal and made the discovery that is the key to everything.

Anonymous

Playing to my Young Friends Hand

A recent story about guys fooling around reminded me of when I was younger,

 I was going around to a younger friends house, it was summer and they had a pool. I got invited to go into the water but didn't have any trunks.

"Go into the water in your shorts... " they said. So I did.

 The next day I was back there again , and the parents were out,. Only this time I wore tight fitting thin white boxer shorts. I get invited to go back in the pool so again I say,
  "I can't as I didn't bring swim shorts."

 " Don't worry just go in boxers."  So I played coy, but then went in.

The thin white boxers, well they sure were dreadfully awful and see-through. I knew they would, as that was my plan. I know my younger friend sure took-in an eyeful.

  As the afternoon went on and we lazed in the pool in the sun we get a bit sleepy, I have my arms resting over edge behind me, legs kicking up slightly in front, I can see him looking and it's making me get hard. Now I know for sure he's having a good look but I pretend like I ain't noticing.

 Neither of us made a move, it was just two guys enjoying a very horny situation. I will always wonder what might have happened if I'd made a move or said something suggestive but I didn't want to ruin it. I'll never forget that day.

Anonymous

14 and My First Time

My first climax and ejaculation happened a little different from stories posted here. I was 14. When I went to bed at night I like to put my hands inside my underpants and cup both hands around my balls. I wiggled my balls a lot and my dick was hard too.

I did not know that a person could just make cum shoot out of his dick. I just like to play with my balls. I did it every night. I would go to sleep still holding my balls. Sometimes my hands and junk would be icky with cum in the morning but I did not know what caused that. One night like always I was playing with my balls. I got the pre-climax feelings and kept rubbing and wiggling and shaking my balls. All of a sudden I got a huge feeling that I never had before. I kept wiggling my balls and the freaking stuff blew out of my dick and all over my hands and underwear and junk. It was more stuff than I ever found in the mornings. I laid there a while and finally went to the bathroom to wipe it off. That is how I learned to masturbate, by wiggling my balls until climaxing.

Anonymous

A Harsh Ending

Reading a comment on this story about a friendship collapsing when one of the boys is drawn towards girls really hit home for me.

 I was in a wanking relationship with this one boy from the time we were 12, then it changed in one day when I was about 15 1/2. I was giving him hand and oral, as usual, and he started telling me how his girlfriend had started doing all of that to him, and how she wasn't yet much good at it so he had to teach her "how to make it go off". While I was stroking him he went into even more explicit detail of what she was doing to him.

 At that point I got a big knot in my stomach, lost my erection, and I felt like he had cheated on me. It just wasn't the same anymore, and after that day he and I did it together just one more time and then it was over for good. I had been replaced by a girl for his sexual release.

Anonymous

The Lil Pissers Grew Up

The kids next door are grown up now, the twins are High School seniors, the oldest went off to college a couple of years ago.


Why do I mention this? Because when I moved in the twins were 6, the oldest bro was 9. I used to see their urine streams through the knot holes in the fence.

Sometimes one stream, sometimes two, sometimes three. The oldest grew out of this first but the twin boys did this well into 8th grade, the little boy tinkling became a blast of urine by the time they were 13. Now, I look at them growing up, the oldest majoring in math , the two twins are honor students. These are the same boys that left at least one dead patch in my lawn from where they always peed through the holes now almost men.

A Guy named Miguel

I was probably 13 when this took place, so transport your mind back a few decades. If I had been caught or got hurt my parents would have punished me for the rest of my life. On the other hand, I had an interesting experience along the way.

The base where my dad was stationed was on the outskirts of a Southwestern city heavily influenced by border culture. We lived in off-post civilian housing several miles from the base.

There was some sort of special event brewing and I was supposed to ride a city bus to a military checkpoint where I would show my dependent's identification and catch an Air Force bus to my dad's building. The AF ride was free, but I would need around 50 cents for the civilian bus.

So..... being the sneaky type of kid that I was, as soon as my parents left me home alone I scraped together all the coins I could find, went to a nearby store, and bought a Mad magazine to enjoy. My parents disapproved of Mad and I was under orders not to read it. Only after pulling off that little job did I realize that in buying the magazine I'd also spent all the bus fare.

My mother was at work. My dad was training airmen or something. I had to get out of this jam by myself. So I did what came naturally: Hid the magazine, got an early start and set off walking across a portion of a good size city. I've driven the route many times over the years and can tell you that it was about seven miles from the house to the checkpoint. I'd never walked that distance before, but what the hell - when you've gotta deal with your own stupidity you just go ahead and do what you must.

The route was familiar and I knew what to expect. The neighborhoods and people changed along the way, taking me straight through an area where English was not the first language and white was not the prevalent skin color.

Around halfway to the base I developed a need to piss. None of the businesses looked inviting. Most of them were bars or auto repair or used-tire shops.

Ahead was a large building. Coming closer I saw that it was a church. A big church, a very big one. The sign seemed to be in Spanish and I was pretty sure the church was Catholic, which was foreign territory to a Pentecostal kid. On a big lawn next to the church a bunch of brown-skinned boys played soccer. They were watched by a nun in a navy-blue dress and a funky headgear with white trimming.

I walked up to the nun, apologized for bothering her, and asked if I could use the church's restroom. She looked me up and down. I knew I was a strange sight in her neighborhood, a gringo in a Latino neighborhood, but I thought there was a chance she would say yes if I was polite enough.

She wanted to know where I was from. I told her my dad was stationed at the base. After thinking it over, she called to one of the boys. The guy came jogging over and she told me, "This is Miguel." Then turning to Miguel she said, "Show this young man to the restroom in the rectory."

I was so naive, I thought the word "rectory" had something to do with a person's rectum. We walked to a building across the street and Miguel  held a door open for me. We entered together. I went to one urinal and he took the other one. We had pee'd for only a few seconds when Miguel, who had been completely quiet so far, sort of laughed and said, "I never pissed with an anglo before."

We kept standing at our urinals and after a moment Miguel spoke again, softer and more hesitant: "Are anglo peenies big?"

"Not too big," I told him, surprised at what was happening but feeling a bit of a boner coming on. "Sometimes, you know, it gets..."

"Ooh," Miguel said. Then he backed up a little and asked if I ever saw a Mexican peenie. He added that I could look at his if I wanted to.

I think that was the end of the conversation. Both of us were already playing with ourselves. Miguel turned toward me and displayed an impressive boner. Then the barriers really fell and we began feeling each other. Within seconds Miguel was jiggling his hand back and forth on my stiffie and  I was doing the same for him. I wish we had prolonged the action, but hardly a minute had gone by before I felt the sensations climb toward a peak. I whispered to Miguel that I was gonna cum. He let go of me and for a moment we stood facing each other, our hands pumping back and forth as if we'd been doing this together all our lives. I soon cimaxed, aiming my splats of cum into the urinal. Miguel was going for broke at the same time, pumping faster until he caught his own orgasm. Miguel squirted, squirted again, and squirted once more, making soft noises with every shot.

Then we were standing there looking at each other, me thinking "What the hell just happened?"

We left the restroom and headed back to the soccer game, both of us pretending to be total angels. I told the nun thanks. She said, "You'd better hurry on. This neighborhood can be dangerous."  My thought as I walked away from the soccer field was something like this: "well, lady, I've sampled your neighborhood, and didn't find it dangerous at all."

It was a great lesson in the equality of mankind. And yes, I got to the bus stop on time.

Thunder Cloud

Refueling the Space Ship

I must have been around nine. We lived on-post close to a park with a lot of playground equipment.

One of the attractions was a large "rocket ship" made out of shiny pipes and steel plates. It pointed up into the air and there were several levels for kids to climb and play on.  If you were daring enough to climb up to the control level at the top, you could picture yourself as the captain of the spaceship, which had three (yeah, three!) steering wheels.

Up on that top deck there were some empty holes drilled into one of the pipes, maybe for features that were never installed. We boys discovered a use for the holes. We simply pissed into them! The holes were about 1/2" in diameter and a young guy could poke the tip of his dick up against the hole and release his sphincter. Voila! A stream of pee ran through the pipe and dripped onto the ground way down below. We developed ranks of officers (larger boys) and enlisted men (little dudes).

We made up a routine to "fill the fuel tanks." Each small boy, with observation and assistance from various other boys, pulled out his little dickie and pee'd into a hole. There were times when we had three or four dudes standing in line with their bare peters ready, waiting their turn. Sometimes a guy would be stationed at the bottom to report on the "fuel" arriving. After everybody had their turn one of the little dudes would tell the head guy, "Refueling complete, Commander!" Sometimes bigger boys pee'd also if they wanted to show off. I don't think anybody ever had a clue what we were doing up there, baring our peters in the control level of the spaceship.

The refueling game was already in operation when I arrived, and I'm sure it continued with every new wave of boys.

Thunder Cloud

A Reader Explains His Late Start

I think the occurrence of wet dreams depends on how long a guy is delayed after hitting puberty but before learning to masturbate. If he starts pumping cum pretty soon after crossing the line, he would never have a wet dream because there is no backlog of ejaculate or climaxes. But if he is delayed in learning to wank, Mother Nature will regulate things by firing loads for him.

My experience: I found my first nocturnal emission when I was 13. But did not experience my first hand job until late fourteen. As a result of that state of ignorance, I had aggravating wet dreams about every three weeks.

At school we had book covers of heavy brown paper decorated with ads for local stores. In eighth grade one of my book covers had a calendar printed on it. While trying to figure out the wet dream curse, I remember circling the dates when I woke up and found goo in my underwear.

Anonymous

A Family Spy

A strange thing happened when we stayed at my aunt and uncle's place for a couple nights. I was maybe 15, pretty sure not 16 yet. One of my cousins was younger, I would guess he was about 13.

 I was in the shower with the curtain closed. In a minute I open the curtain and the lil' cuz is standing there at the sink combing his hair with me naked as the day I was born. I swear to you that I locked that door and yet there he was. Right away he said he would get out of my way and while he walked out there was no question that he was kind of moving things around behind his zipper.

My guess, he just wanted a good luck at my plumbing, maybe because I was older. But a person could also think that he wanted to start something.

Anonymous

The Younger Aggressor

Speaking of a hands feeling good, I experienced the reverse of this story.

Instead of me being the younger one, I was older than an inquisitive younger guy. He created situations that led to us baring our dicks. I would get a boner and he always asked if it needed to be rubbed. He gave me lovely feel jobs. At first I made him stop without me cumming. But he soon learned about that and gave me some of the best wanks I ever had.

He was too young to cum and yet his little pecker stood stiff while he did me.

Anonymous

David Goes to Camp

New thread: It came up when my sister called last night, she is sending "David" her 15-year-old son to summer camp for two weeks. I am beaming him all my good wishes. I hope he has the time of his life. Being 15 and having two weeks with a cabin full of boys at camp... How I remember those days myself. Some camps are not opening due to the economy and the shutdown. How tragic for the kids.

I've written about David twice before. Looking here on the BS blog and enter "David" in the search pane. Titles are "Action Hero Undies" and "David and his plaid boxers."


Anonymous Uncle

Who Else Had this Problem?

I want to ask about wet dreams. I went through that phase for about a year before I learned what to do with my dick. My emissions were unpredictable. Usually a couple weeks passed between them. But sometimes only a few days. I hated to wake up and know that stuff was in my whitie tighties.


Here is what I did, put a washcloth inside my briefs every night. Then if I made cum, it was not that big a mess. Many nights I did not cum but if I did, most of it soaked into the washcloth.

Did you guys do something to handle your wet dreams before learning how to jack?

Anonymously Wet-Dreamer

My 7th Grade PE Experience

To the OP of this story, that's one of the boldest lines I've ever heard. You must be pretty daring.



Not going to elaborate too much here, but I had nearly all of seventh grade PE to get a good look at bare dicks before the good fairy gifted me with masturbation.

By then seeing dicks was commonplace. It was a wide variety, but still just variations on a basic theme. I saw them, but there was nothing horny about my observations. I never guessed that there could be a way to make myself feel groovy. But from the day I was examining my dick and it went off in my hands, that very day and continuing on for many years, I was now drawn to closely observe my shower mates, fellow students and overnight buddies. Masturbation became the primary force in my life, plus the challenge to correctly guess which boys would like to share the fun.

To answer a couple of  questions from a previous post, I never kissed any wank buddy, and never wanted to. But yeah, the posts on this site transport me back to Junior High again.

Anonymous

Show it Well

One of the things I did when I was in a sleepover - I hoped it might turn to messing around after we got into bed. For sneaky incentive,  I made sure whatever I was planning to wear to bed required me to take my underpants off. Also that he was in the same room, and most likely to see me, all of me. I'd see how my friend would react, or what he'd say, when I let him see my goods.


The best one, was one time when I was just a little bit stiff and I made mention of it by saying something like,

  "Well this is embarrassing! It looks like I'm a little bit hard. I'm sorry you had to see that."

 And my friend said,

  "That's okay. I think mine is a little bit hard right now, too."

(It got better from there.)

Anonymous

Are There Two Camps in OOTS?

As I mentioned in Blog News we have a reader's comment/post suggestion which may generate some thought for our readers. I'll kick off with my comments at the end of his post, then I welcome you guys to add your own words.  Either about  your own experiences, or perhaps about a close pair of friends from your youth which might stimulate your memories.
Eric~


 Having read almost every story on this blog during the last 10 weeks, I notice something I hadn't thought of before. There are two separate kinds of intimate friendships among boys. One is on the level of sexual companionship. Two boys hook up with each other because they have interlocking sexual needs. They may be such good pals that they are careful to give their partner exactly what he needs to have a fulfilling encounter. Their "maleness" is important to them and they could be best friends. But the relationship is not actually a gay one. They may consider their sexual escapades as play. The friendship connection seeks an excited ejaculation but not a kiss.

The second type of boy-boy friendship is the romantic one. The boys go farther than friendship. They may kiss and talk about how they love each other. Possibly they are drawn to each other's nipples as well as to the sexual organs. They want to fulfill each other emotionally as well as physically. This type of friendship may reveal genuine homosexual destines. To call them "best friends" is an understatement as their hugging, kissing and emotional connections take them beyond friendship.

The romantic friendship seeks an ejaculation plus a kiss.

Either type of friendship will collapse if/when one of the boys is drawn toward girls.



So..... some stories are written from the sexual companionship angle, and some from the kissy romantic angle. But both involve elements that ultimately bring the past to life for readers of this blog.

 Anonymous Plato

The Mechanics of my Sensations

This uncle of mine, he had him a motor scooter. Could of been Cushman but maybe Vespa? It was the machine that created my first desires to successfully investigate my own junk and use the equipment to the fullest.

 Out at his lake house. I used to ride these rocky trails and gravel roads. The pleasantly shaking motor generated a constant buzz buzz feeling. It couldn't be helped on the rough terrain I always got a great vibrating feeling down inside my butt hole. I still remember that delight so clearly.

As I rode briskly I sensed wind and sky, rocks and trees all flying past, but all I focused upon was  how my ass trembled with the constant vibrating deep inside my butt hole and throughout my insides. I could never predict if it would be 2 minutes or 10 minutes until my ass felt all crazy, followed by a blooming boner.

Thinking back, it must have been my prostrate I guess. I got hard on each ride, but I'd only cum afterwards. I carelessly parked his scooter, then ran up to the lake house, locked myself in the bathroom, yanking off my shorts for an explosive wank and producing my earliest cum-shots, but oh were they heavenly.

Anonymous

Sleeping Arrangements

This story is so close to what I did with a very good friend of mine except he drank already and we remain friends to this day.

 We stayed with each other many times after the first time I jacked him. But here is the thing, at his house he had another bed in his room that was for me to slept in.  After hanging out watching TV or playing vid games, we got in those separate beds and went to sleep (nothing happened).

 The amazing thing is he always wanted to stay at my house. I guess that my having only one big bed in my room had a lot to do with his reasons to stay at my place. I would always wait until he went to "sleep" which was almost as soon as we went to bed. With hands  discreetly under covers, I would give him and myself the ultimate boy pleasure.

Sweet sweet memories...

Anonymous

The Vibrating Ride - My First Shot

There was a young man at my father's office that was into antique motorcycles. He rode one to work all the time. One day he offered to give me a ride.

He got on first then I got behind him and slid up tight against him. We took off from the parking lot and real soon the peculiar vibrations of the cycle gave me a boner. I was only 13 and still dumb about stiffies and all that. We circled several blocks with my stiff dick pressed against the guy's butt and the constant buzzy feeling making my crotch feel crazy. All of a sudden I didn't know what happened, but I knew something very weird was going on with my junk. It culminated with me feeling like I had pissed myself.

As soon as we got back to the office I went to the restroom and found slimy goo in my underpants. I still did not know about cumshots even though the ride had triggered a climax and ejaculation. It was months before I accidentally shot a load while playing with my dick and figured out what had happened to me on that damn cycle.

Anonymous