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.

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