A Daring Wank Spot

The story of feeling the overwhelming need to jack off brings up a memory for me.
It was also the most risky place I've jacked off. In a friends backyard one day. It was common that we would all pee behind a shed in his yard rather than go in the house. He did it, his little brother did it and I did it. It smelled real bad back there, the collective piss of 13 to 15 year old boys which were him and his friends which included me and a 9 year old (his brother).

One day I was back there, had just finished pissing and I decided to jack off. I started blowing the load just as another boy was coming back there to piss. It was such a turn on almost getting caught, jacking off outside that I did it many more times behind that shed.

Anonymous

Spread the News Boys

 
It would be interesting to know how many boys immediately tell a friend about masturbation as soon as they discover it.

I shot my first load on a Tuesday afternoon. I could hardly wait for Wednesday night at church to tell my best bud about it. I had only jacked off once, but the two of us went to a restroom where I could demonstrate for him. I had the feeling that this was too good to keep to myself.

Anonymous

A Slippery Mess

 
There was a bottle of stuff called mineral oil in our bathroom cabinet. To this day I don't know the real purpose of mineral oil.

But I used it to enhance my young jacking. It felt smooth, and made a penis nicely slippery for jacking. Not wanting to ever be caught sneaking it to or from my room, I just used it in the bathroom.

After I would use it, my dick stayed greasy and the stuff got onto my balls and into my pubic hair. So I had a routine. I enjoyed cumming while sitting on the toilet every night, then got right into the shower so I could soap up and wash away the mineral oil.

Anonymous

Schwinn Speedo Adjustment Shocker

I got home about 5:30 yesterday, another blistering day. A little background: My home is the second floor of a Victorian carriage house which faces west into the setting sun on a narrow side street in a nineteenth-century neighborhood. Worried about a bunch of potted plants in the direct sun, I grabbed the watering pot and went out on the upstairs porch to give them a drink.

While I was out there a beautiful thing occurred in the person of a young guy on a bicycle. I would peg him at anywhere from 13 to a youngish 15. He came from the north, cresting a small hill and coasting past me. The kid wore nothing but an orange Speedo bikini. flip-flops.and a white helmet. A towel hung around his neck. He was wet all over and his moist skin glistened in the sun. Our public pool remains closed, so he must have been visiting a friend who has a back-yard pool. He was likely hurrying home for supper.

Sailing past without looking up at the balcony, he braked for the stop sign at the bottom of the hill and glanced both directions a couple of times. Smart guy, I told myself. He's checking the traffic, which is typically light in this neighborhood of old houses and mature trees. But what happened next changed my thoughts. Instead of proceeding through the intersection, he stepped off the bike, put the kickstand down, and treated me to an amusing little performance.

He took another quick look around. Then with his left hand he grabbed the Speedo's waistband and pulled it forward. The other hand dove into the gap and thrashed around inside the Speedo for a second. Then he released the swim suit, mounted up and pedaled rapidly away. So, all those "looks" were intended to assure himself (mistakenly) that nobody was watching.

I thought of all sorts of funny things I could have yelled at him while he adjusted his adolescent junk in the confines of the wet bathing suit, but of course I remained silent and let him think he had rearranged his damp assets in complete privacy.

It was a nice little moment of unexpected entertainment.

Thunder Cloud

Zest, My Soap Preference

Sounds like me and the writer of The Special Soap Trick coulda been twins.

Same age (13), same event (very first climax and squirt), same place (in the tub), and same "lube" (a soap-covered hand). And for probably a few months I thought that rubbing it with a soapy hand was the only way that I could make that fantastic event happen. My mom had Ivory soap at the bathroom sink, but Zest soap at the bathtub.

I found the Zest to make my hand much more "slippery" and nicer feeling than doing it with the Ivory, but it also really dried out the skin on my boy part. It even started to feel all rough and the skin started to crack! I then put some lotion on it, and I discovered I could make that fantastic event happen by rubbing it with lotion too.My Mom's supply of "Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion" sure ran out quickly after that discovery.

Anonymous

Oh Holy Strokes!

These stories of preachers threatening guys about jerking, they remind me that it was in a church restroom where I jacked off all the way to a climax for the first time. Hell of it is, I was 14 and knew I was going to make it happen.


When I was 12 a friend jacked off for me. It scared me when his cum squirted. I was afraid of doing it. Thought it would hurt, thought it would damage my dick, thought all sorts of frightening things. Because I was scared to jack off, my cum had no outlet. I was almost constantly horny. I played with my boner a lot without letting myself have an orgasm. As a result I had lots of nocturnal emissions plus unexpected ejaculations at random times. One time I came while lifting weights. I got hard for no apparent reason and would sometimes feel a load ooze into my pants after staying hard for a long time.

Okay, too much background. Here goes: I was sitting in church with a massive boner going. Telling my dad I needed to go to the restroom, I tried to be inconspicuous as I walked out of the auditorium. I quickly got settled on a pot in one of the restrooms. I was thinking, what are you waiting for? Why haven't you done it? You're a big dude now.

So I dropped my Sunday slacks all the way to the floor, spread my knees and got settled on the toilet. I leaned back and stared at my erect penis. And, contrary to all my previous moments of playing with my dick, I knew I was going for broke this time.

My boner was large enough to wrap my hand around and execute normal strokes. I began pumping up and down. Imagine the different stages of masturbation. I rapidly passed through each level of jacking. Within very few strokes I was at the level where I had always stopped before. Part of me yelled "Do it, do it, do it!" Another part of me said "You're gonna send yourself to the hospital!"

I kept doing it. The feelings mounted. I felt feverish all over. My dick was somehow itching on the inside. Maybe if I stroke faster I can fix the itch. But the itching just got more intense. Then the big feeling, the ultimate feeling of impending ejaculation kicked in. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I told myself. And at that instant, dick itching, boner hard as a rock, hand jiggling like crazy, feelings scaring me to death, I CAME!

The stuff shot across the stall and sprayed onto the door. It made puddles on the floor and kept dripping and pulsing out of my dick. Some of it had landed on my boxers, but none was visible on my pants when I pulled them up.

Yes, in the church restroom.

And for those who wonder, the fear disappeared and I began treating myself to this secret delight every day or two, looking forward to the supreme ecstasy of climax that I had avoided so long.

Anonymous

Something Weird with my Balls

 
During 9th grade I started feeling something weird in my balls.

 I was on a every-other-day jacking schedule. Ever so often, usually at school, I would be doing something completely innocent and my balls would begin tingling. One time I really remember, hunting a book in the library. Walking back and forth between the shelves and my balls have got that insane itchy feeling inside my scrotum. I can't explain it. It was itchy, tingly, prickly and taking place completely inside the ball-sack. I walked back and forth between all the shelves thinking my balls were having an attack of some kind.

 Later when it kept happening ever few days I told myself the feeling was a sign that my balls were making cum and I better hide somewhere and bang one out. It lasted through high school and after that I don't remember it happening any more.

Anonymous

The Fastastic First Blast

My first time I think was a lot like this writer, and his story.

I was 14, standing in front of the bathroom sink and rubbing my boner for a while, and all of a sudden I started uncontrollably pissing all over the place. I had about 5 big spurts and some landed in the sink, on the faucet, and even on the mirror almost 2 feet in front of me. I frantically tried cleaning it all up with toilet paper, but noticed that my piss seem to be all thick and clumpy, especially what had hit the mirror. When I tried to clean the mirror, the toilet paper started sticking to the mirror and it dried leaving cloudy streaks all over the place.

Later that day I told my best friend about this strange thing that had happened where I suddenly started pissing all over the bathroom sink uncontrollably. He laughed at me and said, “You don’t know what that was?” He then explained masturbation to me. I was shocked and very embarrassed.

The next day, again hard as a rock, I tried doing it again but this time I was ready with a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle of Windex. But even though that second time felt just as amazing when it happened, all that came out of me was two tiny little squirts that barely made it to the sink, maybe just four out from me.

I think maybe at 14 I was a late bloomer, and wherever my semen was being stored in my body I must have been completely full and it very badly needed to be released and emptied. But in one day I guess my young body just did not have enough time to make much more of that stuff, so on my second time I probably released only about 20% as much as what had shot out of me on my very first time.

Anonymous

The Great Sites I (We) Found

When I was a noob on the web, there used to be a lot of good shotacon online, a site called Balloon Boys, a photo site with boys in their undies. Who knows maybe it was the same site a guy was talking about on a recent OOTS post.


There was a site with slightly erotic stories and color cartoon drawings to go along with them. I remember one featured an green alien boy. All the drawings when a boy was in his underwear featured a bulge. Then there was a straight up porn site 18+ models but I swear they looked my age at the time, which was 14.

I used to look at these sites alone but one day my friend snooped too much found my browsing history. All these boy sites, model boy sites, boys popping balloons, stories, and then of course the babyfaced 18 year old guys. It's a good thing though, he said it turned him on so we started looking at the sites together and jacking off.

One night we came across a nudist site, we saw a black and white photo of a boy on the beach, a little younger than us full frontal naked. We didn't know what we had stumbled on to. We jacked off and then closed it. A few days later my friend tells me he found more nudist photos like that one. I was curious to see but I declined. However we still jacked off to the balloon boys and all the other stuff.

Anonymous

How to get to the Feelie Feelies

With reference to the"pickup" technique of a too-friendly boy. This was what happened one time to me.

It was a boy spending the night with me that used a "pickup" line on me. He was a good friend of many years and we grew up spending nights with each other without anything happening. So, this one night we were in bed when my pal asked if I would mind for him to take his underwear off because they were too tight.

 That was his line and of course it worked. Soon both of us were naked as jaybirds (under the covers) and giving each other the feelie-feelies.

Anonymous

Shopping and a Smile

I have been in isolation like most of the world, but the other day I had to go shopping. I saw a black boy shopping with his mother. He was about 12, dark skin, nice features. A handsome child, he was also shopping with his little sister she was crying loud it was easy to see that the mother was frustrated. I was behind them in line, the mother got upset at the checker and accused him of "slamming" her items into the bag.




The black preteen boy just stood there silently while his mother raged on. I think he was embarrassed and just wanted to get out as soon as possible. After they finished and it was my turn, the checker starts bagging my groceries and the woman comes back in with her son and daughter.




 I thought "uh oh, what's wrong now?" but I was also glad to see this cute dark skinned, black boy again. The mother apologized and briefly explained that she had a long day. It ended all in smiles, including the black boy who flashed a big smile with his nice white teeth.




Anonymous 

When it's Standing Tall

This was my first time anybody made attention about my penis. I was sitting on the toilet at camp when I was 10 or 11. Some big boy looked at me. He said to me,

"Standing tall, kid?"

 He pointed at my thing. I guess I been playing with it and it got hard, which I never notice before.

After that, I always hid it under my hands if anybody came in that bathroom. Always after that,  I knew if it got hard.

Anonymous

The Adjustment Stage

There's a doughnut shop on my way to the office. It's run by a smiling Asian lady whose two kids help before school. Most days I run in and get an éclair and a cup of coffee. Been stopping there for years. The girl was already helping mama when she was just a toddler. Then the boy came along and I've watched him grow from a baby in a playpen to a fast-working young guy who almost runs the shop by himself. I'm not good at estimating ages, but he must be around 13 now.


This past winter he's been wearing tight stretch pants. They are so form-fitting that his legs look like the pants have been painted on. But it's not the legs that attract attention.




He is suddenly at the "adjustment" stage. He never touches his package when facing customers, but it's obvious that he moves his junk around while turned toward the back room. He is just the most polite and efficient little dude, now in the early days of discovering himself. Occasionally, just ever so often, there's a noticeable lump in those pants.




I hope he is enjoying his assets like I used to do.




Anonymous

The Special Soap Trick

This was many years ago. I was 13. Whenever my mom and dad went anywhere they left me and my sister at my aunt and uncle's house. Sometimes we stayed the night, so I took a bath at their house. Aunt Ellen used Lifebuoy soap which is a big maroon-colored bar of soap. While I was cleaning up one time I rubbed Lifebuoy on my boy-parts. I probably rubbed my dick real good with my hand too, only I don't remember that part.

What I do remember is the thing all boys suddenly find out while plaything with themselves. I had my first climax and a stream of cum shot out into the bathwater. I told myself that whatever happened, it was because of the kind of soap I was using. At home my mother always had Ivory. Sometime later I was at Aunt Ellen's again and soaped myself up with Lifebuoy and kept rubbing with the soap all over my hand. So that triggered another shot. For a long time I only masturbated at Ellen's because I thought it was happening because of the kind of soap.

But there came a time when I felt like my dick needed to do that strange thing and I soaped up with Ivory. Guess what! Ivory worked just fine. I still shot my load with Lifebuoy at Aunt Ellen's, but it was a major, major thing to discover that I could do it at home too.

Anonymous Nephew

A Nerd With Abs

I just sent in a story to OOTS  from my youth, growing up in a conservative church where masturbation was frowned upon but here is a more recent story probably more suitable for the shareyourbs blog. 

 

So we've all been wearing masks and if you want to be responsible please wear a mask.

With that said, today I went to the grocery store, there was a boy 12 to 13 years old, tall for his age, thin white kid, blonde hair shopping in the store with what I presume was his family, mom, dad, 6 year oldish little brother and toddler sister. He was wearing glasses and they were fogging up, real bad so he took them off and wiped them with his shirt, he did this quite a few times as his glasses kept fogging up. The only one in the family without glasses was the little girl but the other members of his family were not having the same problem with their glasses fogging up.

He went to adjust his mask, probably to counteract the fogging up and the darn thing fell off onto the ground. He was about to put it back on but his mother warned against it, said she'd wash it at home. He put the mask in his back pocket and lifted his shirt to cover his mouth, showing off his burgeoning abs and bellybutton all over the store. His glasses stayed fog free. 

RG

"The dog, too!"

When I was thirteen my father's brother, who had lived many years in France, returned to the States with his wife and four-year-old son. The first time they visited our home, my little cousin glommed on to me like the young boy in this story. At one point I had to pee, and I thought I had ditched the kid, but as soon as I unzipped and pulled it out he burst into the bathroom and stood staring at my dick, all the while jabbering and asking questions in French - a language of which I understood little and spoke even less.



Later that day, as we were sitting down to dinner, I saw my cousin sitting in his mother's lap while she patiently spoke to him. I couldn't tell exactly what she was saying, but I could figure out that she was explaining to him which sort of creatures had penises like him. She confirmed my suspicion when she pointed at our (male) dog and said, "Aussi le chien!" ("The dog, too!").



For some reason that phrase struck me as hugely funny. Years later I told my cousin this story, and "Aussi le chien!" became a catchphrase between us, meaning "That was a dumb question!" or "Too much information!" or any of several other things, depending on the context.




Anonymous   

CLEAR THE HISTORY!

I achieved my very first climax by looking at a picture site while home alone. One of my friends asked me if I wanted to see undressed boys on the computer. He told me how to put certain words in a search engine and watch what happened.

The "action" if you can call it that was very tame, consisting mostly of boys giving each other wedgies which revealed suggestive bulges in their underwear. That was in the late 1990's and I was in seventh grade. It became a regular thing for me to view that site after school. I would already be erect while locating the site. Then I looked at a picture and did a little jiggling or squeezing on my stiffie. Switch to another picture or video clip and again stimulate my erection.

https://ootstheblog.blogspot.com/This went on for several weeks until one day I kept jiggling myself beyond my usual limit. I was terribly frightened by the way I felt but kept changing pictures and pumping myself faster and faster until the totally unexpected climax hit. I shot a large load for a first-timer, but what I was really thinking about was an emergency clean-up. There was ejaculate on the keyboard, the monitor and a pile of papers. My clothes were fouled with the mysterious stuff and there were opaque wet blobs on the carpet.

I could go on but the discovery disturbed me so much that I immediately went to my friend the next day at school and asked him if anything ever "happened" while he was looking at the pictures. His face looked kind of secretive and crafty as he questioned me about my experience. I learned that he had been doing "it" for months. After that he often went home with me. We looked at the wedgie site together, jacking into paper towels while commenting on what was hidden in the guys' bulging underwear and hoping for a rare glimpse of forbidden skin.

We reminded each other every day, CLEAR THE HISTORY!

Anonymous

Breaking the Pledge

 Fast forward the story, and now I am 15 years old at another youth revival but this time in a large conference room of a hotel that my family was staying in. It was a 5 day thing and they had separate youth church services. I am listening to a preacher in a conference room, this time probably 150-200 kids all boys, yes 12 to 18 years old, they separated the boys and girls. The preacher comes up, "I sense the demon of masturbation is in this room". Come on, you don't need any spiritual insight to guess that in a room with about 200 boys between 12 and 18. The kid next to me nudges me, "I guess I should have washed my hands". I laugh, he laughs and he proceeds to make jokes throughout the service. I was always more respectful than that but he was kind of welcomed because these services could get very serious and be very long even the youth services.

  At a time when there were no services going on I was walking around the hotel and I saw the joking kid and we recognized each other and started talking. He was 14 years old I was 15, he brought up what the preacher said about masturbation, we both affirmed that yes we believe in God but no we don't believe that masturbation is bad. I tell him about my experience with the purity pledge and I tell him about Peter (from part 1), whom he didn't know so it wasn't an invasion of privacy or gossip. I tell him all of this and he tells me his story and looks at me, "I kind of want to do it now". I did too but where would we go, he told me to follow him and we left our hotel and went into another one really close-by. 

 The lobby bathroom was empty, we walked all the way into the back and went into a stall together. He said if someone caught us that he'd act like he was mentally handicapped, he said the "R" word. We stood there admiring each other's dicks, he had a nice one, circumcised, a long banana shaped erection that curved upward, nice prominent mushroom head and surrounded by a bush of black hair, yet he had no hair anywhere else on his body except upon his head and that thick bush at his crotch.

  He complimented mine, he was fascinated with the foreskin said he had never seen one up close. I let him slide it back and forth a few times, it felt so good. We stood there silently for a while jacking off slowly, I wondered if my parents would find out that I had left the hotel and gone to the one next door.  I kept my pace slow, I didn't want to cum before he did. Eventually we both let loose into tissues and we started back to our hotel, nobody noticed that we had left. In fact we even skipped a few youth services to hang out at the pool and of course visit the hotel next door. 

 It was one of the most memorable 5 day revivals I had been to. It turns out that this kid's father was the pastor of a fairly large, "near-mega church" and when he finally told me that after the second time we jacked off together for some reason it made things even more exciting. He was the son of a semi-celebrity pastor jacking off with me in the bathroom. 

I am still a man of faith and do take my kids to church but never to the type of services I grew up with. 

RG

Making the Pledge

When I was 12 almost 13 years old, a preacher came to my church for youth day, imagine about 400 maybe 500 kids primarily between the ages of 12 and 18 in a large church listening to a minister that is fairly young himself, mid twenties. At least half of us are boys and the speaker says that purity is important. He challenges us to take the "purity pledge". I was familiar with this pledge, I had actually taken a purity pledge a few months earlier but that pledge was all about no sex before marriage. I was 12, I didn't believe that I'd be getting any sex anytime soon so it was an easy pledge to take. This young preacher went a bit further and said we need to abstain from masturbation.

"You cannot be pure if you masturbate, it is lust, it is sin, it is no different than adultery. You cannot be pure if you masturbate."

He said that with such conviction that it scared me because I had my first ejaculation a few weeks earlier and I was jacking off at least 4 to 5 times a week. It was almost a nightly routine, the one thing I could count on to relax me enough to let me sleep if I had trouble sleeping. The one way to get my boner off my mind when it just wouldn't go down and stay down for any length of time. The only way I could keep lustful thoughts out of my head. I had reasoned to myself that masturbation was actually a good thing but this preacher was up there with such conviction and confidence telling us that it was a sin and that we needed to take this pledge and honor it.

"You take this pledge and honor it! And honor it! Purity is serious."

 

 As I write his words I can still remember authoritative how he sounded and all the other preachers and ministers standing behind him agreeing. The preacher calls us to line up and take this purity pledge and I see a line forming all preteens and teens both boys and girls. There were lots of boys lining up to take this pledge, probably outnumbered the girls up there, some people were crying, shaking. As I was looking at all these other young people I thought none of them were ever going to masturbate again. Peter the kid next to me, the walking bible who was about my same age, walked out into the aisle symbolizing that he was taking this purity pledge. I felt very compelled to do it but held onto the fact that I had taken a pledge already until the preacher said "maybe you've taken a pledge like this already- take it again, listen to that voice." It was like he was speaking only to me. I got into the aisle and by now it was crowded, I had no clue where Peter was but next thing I know I am repeating a pledge. "I will abstain from sexual impurity including..." and he listed quite a few things including pornography, thinking pornographic thoughts and of course masturbation.

I go home and I last about three days and I jack off. It was like my dick said "oh no buddy, you're not going to keep ignoring me" after I jack off I felt guilty asked for forgiveness and then the next day did it again, feel guilty ask for forgiveness and so on. That was the pattern for me and I'm thinking all these other kids 12 to 18 years old that went up for this pledge all just never masturbated again.

Weeks and weeks go by, I've already turned 13 and Peter turned 13 as well, I came to his house for a sleepover. This is not a story about me and Peter jacking off together but late that night I heard him in that quiet room jacking off. I could hear the bed squeak, the lotion squish, the heavy breathing, complete with the grunt at the end. Then he gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands. I laid there in confusion, Peter who took the pledge right along with me, the walking and talking bible, indeed the consummate good kid had just masturbated in his room, thinking I was asleep.

In the morning he never mentioned anything. I went home and began to rethink things and felt that this preacher was wrong and it was natural. I jacked my dick without guilt from that point on.

RG

Going Around Corners

 Did any of you ever notice a dick that was curved?

 A guy that I knew at camp had a peter that looked a little twisted when it was soft. When it got hard instead of lengthening straight out it curved until it pointed almost 90 degrees to one side. When he jacked off he mostly jiggled and shook his erection. Maybe he couldn't do normal strokes. That was in the summer after eighth grade.

 I guess it was still like that when he got older.

Anonymous

My Brother got an Eyefull

 One night when I was 14, I thought I was the only person awake in my house at 1 in the morning. So I closed my door (with no lock to lock it with), put in headphones, cued up some of my favorite porn vids and proceeded to take care of business. I was never a fast jerker, I've always preferred long slow strokes. I was lubed up pretty good, I had a video playing that I had seen dozens of times so I closed my eyes, still taking long slow strokes and listening to the heavy breathing from the video. I was getting closer with each stroke and only when I knew I couldn't hold back did I quicken the pace of my stroking.

 I thought I felt a tap, "nah, couldn't be" I thought. I let it all go. And when I opened my eyes there was my little brother. We had our own rooms, I had no reason to expect him in mine especially that late. There he was just standing, staring down at me by now I was laying naked with fresh cum on my belly. My laptop was still playing a naughty video.

  "I couldn't sleep, my room is scary. Can I sleep in here?"

 I had a bunk bed, I put him on the top bunk and he quickly fell asleep, I know he got an eyeful but didn't bring it up.

 I always wonder if there is a possibility he was sleep walking. He never mentioned anything and I have to imagine that after seeing something like that it'd stick with you.

Anonymous

A Pool Party Adornment

 I went to a pool party for a friend's 14th birthday. I knew him because we went to the same tutor. He was upper class, not upper middle class but "upper upper" class, in other words his family was very wealthy. His pool party was huge, my mom dropped me off and I realized very quickly that out of at least 150 kids, the only person I actually knew there was the birthday boy but he was mingling with his closer friends. I kind of stayed to myself in the pool and seemed to be invisible to the other kids who all seemed to know each other until a boy started talking to me. He was quite talkative, stayed with me in the pool, practically told me his life story. I could sort of sense that he may have had a mild intellectual disability but I could have been wrong.

 As all the kids are hanging out, swimming, dancing, jumping in the bounce house, petting giant lizards (yes, he had a lizard petting zoo), eating their fair share of food and drinking soda, I'm sticking to this talkative kid. At some point he lifts his arm and shows me that he has underarm hair and asks if I have it. I tell him that I don't have a lot of underarm hair and I show him. He then drops his voice, swims a little closer and says "I also have hair down there. You know-" and he drops his voice even more and swims even closer and whispers close to my ear "doooownnnn theeere" while pointing down. I told him I did too and he asked if I wanted to see his hair. I thought he was going to show it to me right then and there so I said "not here". He told me that there was a place he could show me, so I got out of the pool with him and followed him.


 It turns out he lived on the property in a guesthouse, I'm not sure what the arrangement was but he lived basically in the huge backyard in a two bedroom house. "My mom isn't home" he told me as we walked in, we went into his room and he lowered his swim trunks to show me a dark brown bush of hair. I returned the favor but of course I didn't leave a pool party and walk across a giant backyard to see hair. "Can you cum?" I asked while at the same time I began stroking. He walked right up to me and began stroking himself too. We were facing each other and stroking our dicks, he told me a story about having sex with five girls. Up until that point everything he said seemed believable but I just played along with the story. I told him he could cum on me since we'd be getting back in the pool anyway. He did, the first warm shot hitting my bellybutton and I aimed a little lower, my cum landing in his pubic bush.

 I walked back to the pool party, his cum still on my tummy, but I spread it out so nobody was likely to have seen it and I jumped in the pool. We stayed together the rest of the party and I gave him my phone number and added him on Myspace thinking I had a new Jack Off Buddy but he never reached out to me again.

Anonymous

Anonymous

A Boy's White Shorts

White thin shorts will do it every time. My Mom bought me a pair of white swim trunks and then after I wore them the first time my Mom never let me wear them again. I was in 3rd grade and I had no idea why she hated them.

Anonymous

Tom's Snot Shots

This author shares his story with us how he learned some "guy" lessons, and brings into perspective in current thoughts. Read-on and think of your comments to share.
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 I have been thinking recently (ever since I found this site) about how completely dumb we can be at a certain age, and yet how proud we are of our misinformation.

 What brings this up is the memory of me and a boy named Tom walking home from school. Our little rural town was dying, with empty houses in every block. One afternoon Tom told me he needed to use the restroom so we went in the back door of a crumbling house and located the bathroom. The water was off and the toilet was dry, but that made no difference to us.

  Tom immediately whipped out his peter and sent a strong stream of urine into the empty toilet. I was prepared for the thing to end with watching Tom piss because he was bigger and older than me and might not want to let me share his pee-stop. But he encouraged me to go ahead and add my piss, which was an honor.

 I was 12 and Tom was most likely around 14. We enjoyed peeing together so much that we visited the bathroom every day, building up a terrible smell of fermenting piss.

The routine was always the same. Tom pissed first and then he stood back and wiggled his dick while I added my pee.

 One day Tom had finished but kept standing at the urinal, wiggling and jiggling his peter. Suddenly he asked me a peculiar question, something about like this: "Bet you don't know what I can do."

 Of course I didn't know; had no idea. He changed to a whisper even though there had never been anybody remotely near the crumbling house. "I can make snot come out of my thingie."

 I was suitably impressed even though I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. "Wow," I said, hoping that was the proper response.

  "You want to see?"

 Without waiting for an answer Tom pulled his dick farther out of the open zipper and really started playing with it. My impression of his erection was one of amazement. I'd never seen a boner and now his was sticking rigidly up from his fly while he bounced it around.

  "Ready?" he asked. I nodded, not knowing what I was supposed to be ready for.

 Tom now repeatedly stroked his stiffy which struck me as highly unusual. It seemed to rise higher while he churned it. He quit for a moment and said, "Look how tall it gets!" Without waiting for a reply he resumed moving his hand up and down.

 Tom stopped again and wiggled himself some more. "Feel it! Feel it!" he said, and when I put my fingers on his erection he responded with a string of whispered noises. His hard dick was hot, stiff and somewhat frightening. "Wow," I told him again.

 Knowing now what I didn't know then, when Tom let me feel his erection he must have been close to ejaculation. He was in a hurry to wrap his hand back around his aroused dick and speed up his strokes. "Snot's gonna come out," he informed me.

 Tom shifted his legs, taking a new stance with his crotch propelled forward. As his hand banged back and forth his dick suddenly discharged several loads of "snot" that hit the wall above the toilet and ran down behind the tank. I was astonished. Tom stood perfectly still and caught his breath. Then he said, "I told you so! Snot!"

 It wasn't long until Tom and I visited the old house every day so he could eject more snot. Soon he gave me the honor of pumping him while he felt of my little pinker and cuddled my erect junk. And of course I got to bring him his fulfillment.

 Like so many other families, Tom's people moved away. I never knew where he went. A few months later I reached the age of masturbation myself and learned that the "snot" which came out of people's dicks was actually semen. But in honor of Tom the word "snot" has remained in my mind.

 I've told this story to close friends from time to time and some of them have suggested that I was "used" if not "abused." I don't see it that way. It was an honor to facilitate Tom's snot shots.

Anonymous

He Never Saw my Goods ?

My situation is similar to the Family Spy,

Here is my story -

  I had just turned 16 years old. I had an aunt that I had never met, actually I did meet her but I vaguely remembered her because the last time she saw me I was 3 years old. She moved to California when I was young, I lived in Alabama. She had a couple of kids, a boy and a girl who were of course my cousins they were younger than me. I turned 16, my mother wanted me to fly up and see my aunt while she was on vacation with my dad.

 I got along great with my aunt who was liberal, hippyish mixed with a bit of country because that's where she had grown up. My boy cousin was really into me and as a side note he had longer hair than his sister my mom never let me grow my hair it was always short, he wanted to be around me all the time. My girl cousin got along with me as well but my boy cousin was clingy. I didn't mind, I was very patient with him.

 So it became really obvious that he would try to come in the room when I was changing, or come into the bathroom when I was showering or peeing. The bathrooms at my aunt's house had no locks, no doors even just a curtain you could pull closed for privacy. I had managed to always cover up in time so he never saw my goods.


 One day however, my aunt had left for a long jog and I don't remember what my girl cousin was doing but she wasn't there it was just us. I went into the restroom and sure enough he came in about 30 seconds later but this time I just stood at the toilet with my dick out and let him look. It was funny to see him looking but trying to act like he wasn't and trying to act normal. I was 16, good bush of hair, adult sized or near adult sized dick and there was my cousin just studying it with this amazed look on his face. I am at the toilet, I didn't have to pee by the way. As he is looking, all of a sudden this wave comes over me. OH CRAP! I know I'm going to cum and it's going to be a lot. I hadn't jacked off once since being there and this was no short visit this was the 2nd week of a 3 week visit.

 I couldn't let him see my cum because it would bring up way too many questions so I hastily stuffed it back into my pants and no sooner than it was in I could feel it pumping it's load inside my underwear. It felt really good but I had to change my underwear. Luckily, I think my cousin got a good enough long enough look at it that he satisfied his curiosity and let me change my jizz soaked underwear in peace.

Later, he asked me if his "wiener" was going to look like mine. I said "of course" and he replied "ewwww, gross. I don't want a big ugly wiener." And there you have it.

Anonymous Cousin

The Sprained Penis

I remember my situation at the time of blowing my first wad. I was in trouble at school. My parents had to enroll me in an alternate school for truants and troublemakers. They were mad and embarrassed and disappointed which made things tense at home. The very night after I started at that school I was messing around in bed and like to went berserk when I climaxed and shot cum all over myself and the sheets and everything. So I was telling myself, not only have I got this stinkin' school to worry about, but now I sprained my penis. When I tell my parents, they will murder the hell out of me.

By morning I talked myself out of telling anybody about my penis, decided just to wait and see what happened. Not long after, a dude at the special school sort of connected with me one day in a restroom and we became a jerking team, shooting our loads at every chance.

I cleaned up my act and went back to regular eighth grade, happy about my new skill. And I am still glad this many years later that I never told my parents I was scared that I damaged my penis.

Anonymous