One Hung Low

I was 13 and just getting used to the recently discovered pleasure of masturbation when I happened to notice myself in the bathroom mirror. I was frightened to see that one of my balls hung lower than the other one. I was afraid that jacking off had somehow damaged my testicles. Every chance I had, I tried to tuck the lower one higher into my scrotum to make them of equal size.

I am old enough to be one of the fortunate guys who took PE when boys stripped, so I began to look at everybody's balls in the locker room and showers. Some balls were small, delicate spheres. Some were larger and appeared of equal size. A third group were definitely bigger, often displaying the unequal sagging that worried me.

I confided my fears to a very good friend. We decided to compare balls (our first sexual exploration) and discovered that for both of us the left testicle hung lower than the right. Incidentally, we experienced our first mutual wank as a result of this examination, although that's not the point.

Time went by and one day my friend said he had read in a library book that it is normal for the left testicle to hang lower, something about regulating the temperature of a guy's balls. We were normal! It was the boys with equal balls who were "different," and we laughed about what we'd learned.

Anyway, in the process of frequently examining and jacking and playing around in a very private way, we made up a joke saying that we had Chinese balls named "Won Hung Lo."

Saying All the Right Words

The story of Scratching it reminds me of my first time with another guy.

  I was sharing my bed with a bigger cousin one night. We had been under the covers a few minutes when he told me not to let it bother me, but he had to scratch his thing. I could feel him pulling his underwear down. In a minute he asked if my thing ever got stiff. A little later he said if I wanted to feel a really stiff one he would not mind if I felt of his.

While I was feeling him he asked if mine needed scratching. Soon he wanted to know if I liked to exercise my thing. It didn't take long until we were helping each other jack off. As I got older and remembered that milestone experience, I was amused at how smoothly the guy had shifted through his repertoire of " scripted lines."

Anonymous

Let me Scratch it.

It is kind of complicated. My dick fired a couple days right after seventh grade started. First time,  did not know it would happen. The cum shook me up, it was a little upsetting. But I knew what I done. So I let on like nothing happen and keep quiet.

Now my family was moving to another house and we rented a big truck the very next day. I want to sneak off and jack my dick again and see if it would be the same as yesterday, but the whole family got busy loading the truck. Every minute that went by I can tell my dick is hard and I want to try it out again. Finally the men take a break.

My cousin (that is a little older), him and me went and sit on a couch in the truck to rest. There is other stuff piled around so nobody can see us. I wanted him to go away because of wanting to try and do the dick thing again because it felt so crazy yesterday. But he stayed there. I got to fix my dick which is hard in my pants and real uncomfortable. He kind of looks at me and wants to know if my thing is alright. All I told him was, it itches. He says
 "Let me scratch it."

Right away when he touches my pants my dick gets more hard and gets a freaky feeling. He says,

 "It's not an itch it's a hard-on!"

 Well he wants me to scratch his. In a minute we got our dicks out and both got a hard on and I think, better not let him see the stuff come out cause it might be nasty to him. But he says he is coming and goes to jacking his thing pretty fast and he shot some stuff onto the floor.

Well I was in a fix. He made me real horny and I can't stand it, only don't want him to see it happen. But it is too late. All the freaky feelings while I'm jacking away on mine, then it happens. The stuff went up in the air and down on the floor. Good shot he told me, I did not know you could do that.

From then on, we was jack buds when ever we can sneak off to hide.

Anonymous.

No Longer a Kid

I can relate to the guy who recently wrote about his disappearing youth, because I'm a short guy, I am 5ft, 5 inches. I spent so much of my life always being regarded as younger than my age.

In my preteens I was mistaken for single digits, in my teens I was mistaken for a preteen, in my twenties I was mistaken for sometimes young as 12 but no older than about 15. Unless I had to tell I let people think I was younger and I played into that image by dressing younger and even using a younger sounding way of talking.

I knew my time was up when I was 37, yes 37 it started being harder to look younger and one time even after doing everything I could, I remember this kid who was about 14 asked if I could buy him beer. I said I'm not old enough and he looked surprised and said I thought you were at least 35. He guessed little too close to my real age for my liking. I gave up entirely when just two days later, a boy asked who the short old guy was and I realized he was talking about me. I went home looked in the mirror and realized I didn't look like a kid anymore but an "old guy" in kids clothing.

Anonymous

14 and Angry at my Dick

Good point about confusing masturbation with ejaculation. For me those "firsts" both happened at the same time. I had a few nocturnal emissions before discovering the real thing, but they probably don't count. I was 14, in bed one night, 10 year old brother in the other bed.

My dick got real hard and I was trying all sorts of ways under the covers to make it go back to normal. Finally I got up and sat on the side of my bed and got my dick out through my briefs and pajamas. I started insanely pumping back and forth on my boner. I was mad at my dick and really whacking it, wanting it never to get hard again. You know what happened. The rush of feelings scared the life out of me, and at the same time I felt stuff blast out of my dick. I turned on the lamp and saw freaky stuff on the rug. there was slippery stuff on my dick and pajamas.

The crazy thing is this: I knew exactly what had happened although I don't remember ever reading or hearing about jacking off. My brother, in the other bed, asked me what I was doing. I don't know what I told him, but got back in my bed and lay there awake most of the night. Then got a wet washcloth to clean the rug in the morning.I began jacking off nearly every night believing that the bro was asleep. He never mentioned seeing me play with my dick until he shot his own load a few years later and told me proudly that he could now do the same thing I did.

Anonymous

Pick Your Age

This subject of discovering the Big M is interesting to me. I have always been curious about the how/when/where of their first masturbation.

As a teen, when I was making "first contact" with new partners I always got around to asking guys how they discovered jacking. Each story was a little different. While I listened to each guy describe his experience my horny index would go higher and higher. Back then almost every boy said they got their first climax at thirteen or fourteen. I remember how surprised I was, the first time a guy said twelve.


Eric & Professor Anonymous Say,  

Please Comment your age, add a few words about it... What you thought happened, were you thrilled scared, confused?

Trying to Screw the Dummy

Me and my next door friend Bud would go snooping down an alley behind a shopping center. We found lots of junk that we carried home to play with. My mother always yelling at us to throw away that trash.

 Okay, so one day we found a female mannequin in the dumpster. It was all dented up and missing an arm but we dared each other about taking it home. We razzed each other about making a hole in it and sticking our peters in. We knew very little about sex. Also, we were "virgin" friends, having never done anything sexy with each other. I didn't even know whether Bud knew how to jack off. I could shoot cum, but kept it a secret because I wasn't sure if it was normal or not. But here was this tall female body and after laughing about it a lot we actually dragged the thing home.

That was the beginning of our sexuality. We had to figure exactly where to make the hole. How big around? Was the dummy solid or full of something? Which one of us would "test" the hole? We measured the diameter of each other's dicks and got very stiff little boners as a result. Getting a kitchen knife we made a hole approximately where we thought a woman's place should be. But the hole had sharp edges and scratched our tender little peters, even when we carefully stuck them in.

So we made a deal. I would hold my fist up against the artificial vagina and Bud would stick his dick into my fist and pretend it was going on into the dummy's innards. He would poke around in my hand a little and then trade places with me. Then I stuck my innocent boner into his fist.


Our first experiment was only a partial success. Bud stuck his dick into my fist and whispered right away, almost before he could get his tool between my fingers, that he was going to cum! He pulled out at the same time that I opened my fist to let go of his stiffie. He started jacking off, telling me he had to cum right away. And within mere seconds he did cum. That fired me up. I was watching him and pumping my own stiffie. We both ejaculated, shooting streams onto the ground. The mannequin, however, had little bearing on our ejaculations.

Bud and me tried several times to figure how we could screw the mannequin, but that never quite worked out satisfactorily. However, we became very good jacking partners as a result of that stunt.

Anonymous

The Helpful Shower

To the OP of this story, I'm sorry your conversation with your friend backfired.

I was lucky. It was a slightly older cousin that I talked to after getting scared from shooting my first load. Far from refusing to talk about it, he told me all about jacking off, saying it was normal and guys who claimed they didn't do it were lying.

 He mentioned getting hard, stroking your dick, and getting to enjoy a great feeling crazy. When he said "Then your cum shoots out" I told him it had already happened and that's why I was worried. He suggested for me to spend the night and we would shower together, which we did. I got to feel his boner. Then he pumped himself for me to watch. After cumming he soaped up my junk and gave me a slow, pleasant wank. He kept saying for me to relax and enjoy it.

My climax was totally non-threatening because of his help. It was the beginning of my youthful sexuality.

Anonymous

Summer Camp - I'm all in!

Regarding Summer Camp.

 In my own case, beginning at about 10 years old I sat in class literally counting the days until next summer's camp. At that young age I could not have explained why I loved camp so much, but I know understand that it was because of the all-boy surroundings and the low-key nakedness.

Then I entered puberty at 13 and my love for camp shot up like crazy. I had almost zero sexual experiences at home, contrasted with nearly unlimited chances to enjoy my (and others) horny maleness at camp.

Anonymous

Summer Camp - I'm all in!

Regarding Summer Camp.
 In my own case, beginning at about 10 years old I sat in class literally counting the days until next summer's camp. At that young age I could not have explained why I loved camp so much, but I know understand that it was because of the all-boy surroundings and the low-key nakedness.

Then I entered puberty at 13 and my love for camp shot up like crazy. I had almost zero sexual experiences at home, contrasted with nearly unlimited chances to enjoy my (and others) horny maleness at camp.

Anonymous

Basketballers in the Round

So here's a topic, I did a circle-jerk with a bunch of guy like this once.

 We were all in 8th grade. It was with some really close friends from my basketball team. It wasn't the first time we jacked off together but it was the first time we jacked off out in the open without hiding. A kid named Lonnie, a super tall, skinny black kid he shot out far and it got on me so I made sure to get close to him when I cummed and got a few squirts on him. We were laughing the whole time.

Our other friend just told us that we were a couple of faggots, excuse that word but we were 8th graders. I think he might have been more turned on watching us squirt our semen on each other than he let on,  because he moaned and moaned like never before when he ejaculated.

Anonymous

Public Library Adventures

I wasn't a fan of the public library when I was much younger. I thought it was for little kids to hear story-time and old people to read books and the newspapers.

One day in the library I went into the restroom and there was a curly haired kid, pants all the way down but cheeks out and he was playing with himself. He was about 11, I was 13 he pulled his pants up real quick after he turned around and saw me. The thing was he turned around before getting his pants up so I saw his boner. He hurried out of the restroom, he didn't know that if he waited just a few more seconds I would have joined him.

 It was from then on I willingly went to the library. My mother was overjoyed about my sudden change of heart but she had no clue that I was hoping to run into the young curly haired stranger again or someone else doing the same thing. I did see that kid many times but he always avoided me little did he know I would have given us both an adventure better than any book in the library.

Anonymous

My Disappearing Youthful Image

Around 16 my parents gave me an electric shaver for a certain occasion. I don't remember now - Christmas, birthday. It added time to my morning routine so I was not 100% happy about it. But on the other hand few of my peers shaved yet, so it gave me extra cred.

Shaving really began bothering me psychologically in my 20's. I went through a period where I wanted people to think I was a teenager rather than an adult. Growing whiskers interfered with my "youthful image." I spent a great deal of time using the shaver and a blade razor, trying to eliminate every vestige of maturity.

Anonymous

A Friend's New Lube, but Oh, it Smells...

A friend of mine loved to use olive oil for his lube, and kept telling me I needed to try it.

 So one day at his house after school I agreed and let him jerk me off with olive oil. It worked okay, but afterwards, my dick and pubic hair stunk of olive oil smell.

 I was hoping when I got home that my parents wouldn't notice, but my little brother did. He looked at me while we were all at the dinner table and said,

 "You stink!"  Then he looked at my parents and said,

 "Gary smells funny."

 My mom scolded him that it was impolite to say something like that about anyone. (Ironically, I was 13 and my mom had told me just a couple months earlier that I stunk and that I needed to put on deodorant every day in the morning.) Right after dinner I took a shower and washed and washed my dick, balls, and bush with lots of soap and shampoo trying to get that embarrassing olive oil stink off of me.

Anonymous

Church Camp Wrestling

 The Bible School setting reminds me of an incident at a church camp where I was counsellor for a dozen middle-school boys. The boys were typically still keyed up at lights-out so I got the idea of tiring them out with nightly wrestling matches before Bible readings and prayers.


The boys stripped to their undies for the wrestling matches.




 I swear I was innocent of what happened next, but here it is: Every boy in the cabin got a boner during the wrestling. Twelve hard little bulges in twelve pairs of white briefs all poking toward my eyeballs. The boys were not only wrestling, but also adjusting their stiff dicks. Some of the boners were just bumps on the front of their briefs. Others were diagonal bulges or vertical stiffies. Without intending it, I'd got the whole cabin horny. And after wrestling ended, many of the young dicks remained erect.

So that was the situation leading into the good-night routine. I was reading the Bible to a room full of boners while the boys sat on the bottom bunks facing me and adjusted their erections from time to time.



One of those dudes could not keep his hands off the front of his whitie-tighties. At first he was just sort of feeling himself. But within a moment he was mashing his stiffie and soon sliding his hand back and forth on it.

I was about to die. Did he know what he was doing, sitting there on the edge of one of the lower bunks and stimulating himself? Was he just soothing his erection? Or was he about to make "something" happen, either on-purpose or accidentally?

He was now rubbing faster and some of the boys were looking at him in disbelief and poking each other. Suddenly he let out sort of a moan and looked at his underwear which from where I was standing now displayed a definite wet patch.



I feel like that was the boy's very first masturbation. If he had been used to jacking off he would not have done that rubbing routine in front of other people.

 However, that was not my only observation of the boy. He occupied a lower bunk near me. The very next day when everybody was supposed to be involved in athletics I found that little dude sitting on the edge of his bed, shorts around his ankles, very busy rubbing his underwear. When he saw me he pulled up his shorts as fast as he could and hurried out of the cabin. And one night I saw him again practicing his moves, rapidly rubbing himself back and forth in his bunk. Several of the other boys masturbated in bed the traditional way, but my young friend used the rubbing technique that he had unknowingly stumbled upon that first night.


 He (and all the other boys) still sprouted stiffies while wrestling, but no one else ever climaxed in front of my eyes.

Anonymous

Working Outdoors, and More

I remember those sheds you could buy disassembled at the tractor dealer. My dad and I put one together the summer I was ten. It was the first time I worked with him on one of his projects and I was real proud of myself. Sort of a coming-of-age thing without the sexual element of puberty.

The panels were thin metal and made a banging noise if anything hit them. I used to go behind the shed and pee on it a lot of times. The sound of pee hitting the thin metal made a steady noise as long as I could keep peeing full force. I was too young for jerking but pissing on the shed was my sneaky habit back then.

Anonymous Pisser

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No Germs on this Beauty

I knew a middle eastern kid named Mustafa. He was a character, always the life of the party type of kid. He had an odd habit of thoroughly washing his hands before he used the restroom and not after.

We were both 14 when I asked him why he always washed his hands before he peed. He turns to me dick out of his fly, he wags it at me and says "I wouldn't want to get germs on this beautiful thing" and he laughed. He showed me for maybe 5 seconds total with it sticking out of his fly, wagging it up and down, it was a good size, circumcised and light brown like the rest of his skin. I got hard as a rock, instantly. I followed suit and showed mine because I thought it'd lead to something. We were in the park restroom by the way and you know what? He didn't even look my way.

I spent 4 years trying and failing to get him to do something with me or have me do something to him all based on him flashing me. It never happened, that was the only time I saw his dick but I had many times alone thinking about that moment and fantasizing about Mustafa. He was responsible for a lot of cum.

Anonymous

Struck-out with my Buddy

I came of age before the internet existed and I only had sisters. Before my first time, which shocked me when it happened, whacking off was sort of a folklore to me and my friends. Like Bigfoot, we didn't know whether it really existed or not but we did know that virtually all boys accused other boys of doing it but personally denied ever actually doing it themselves.

 A couple days after it first happened to me I was too embarrassed or ashamed to admit it or talk about it with my closest friend but I did try to strike up a conversation about whacking off. I chose my words carefully and said to my friend that I'd heard it feels really nice especially when supposedly some stuff squirts out, and that you somehow had to rub your boner to make it happen. Then I told him that I'd probably try it if I knew how to do it, and I asked him outright if he knew how to do it. He told me he didn't know how to do it, and that he didn't want to talk about it either.

So that went nowhere, and he and I never talked about or admitted to each other that we ever did figure it out either. I ultimately ended up with wanking buddies, but he was obviously never one of them.

Anonymous

Vacation Bible School Students

 One of the things that was a big part of my childhood summers was attending VBS aka Vacation Bible School. Many churches have week-long VBS programs especially in the summer, there is usually a fun, child-focused theme like robots, adventures, safaris, sports or a more directly bible based theme made to appeal to children, like Noah's Ark. My family would put me in multiple VBS programs over the course of the summer. After the program at our own church finished, I'd start a program at another church.

  VBS is typically geared towards kids 12 and under but when I turned a bit too old my parents still sent me as a helper. One summer, when I was into my teens I helped at a church fairly close to our house. Of course a member of that church was an acquaintance of my mother so I got volunteered to help out for the week. It was not the church that we attended but I knew of it and the congregation was very much older. It was a surprise that this particular church decided to put on a VBS program because the congregation was so old and I don't think there were many families with young children attending.
strawberry blonde, white kid and the other a chubby Hispanic kid. They were at least 12 while all these other kids were barely out of toddler-hood. The three little old ladies were clearly gearing their program towards the little kids. The two older boys were not being ignored, but the ladies had a VBS program for young kids. The boys were being polite, they cut out hearts and colored pictures as directed but you could tell they were not having the time of their lives. To help make them feel at-ease I sat with them.
 
"You're in VBS?" the freckly kid asked.

  I told them that I was helping out. I asked how old they were, they were both 13. They did not know each other before that day they just happened to be the two oldest kids, so I kind of just hung with them, doing all the same projects as the little kids. To keep them engaged, I let them talk about whatever topics they brought up, which was primarily video games, music and school. I was only a little older so it was almost like chatting with some friends although very technically I was in a position of authority, however we became friendly,  Freckles introduced himself as Chad, and the Chubby boy was Roman.

  The next day Chad came back but Roman stayed home, so "Freckles" and I chatted all day in between doing VBS projects and helping younger kids. I remember he was wearing a shirt of a punk rock band the Dead Kennedys, which the two old ladies weren't too pleased about, but I told him it looked cool. I also supported his story (lie) that DK was a Christian band. He was appreciative of that and he didn't have to change shirts or turn it inside out. We talked about music and he really liked that I knew about all the bands and artists he mentioned.

 We also talked a bit about church culture, it turned out although we never saw each other, we were both at the same revival when a singer fell down the steps. He told me that he believed in God but wasn't sure if church was necessary and had some new age type views about spirituality. He liked that I didn't judge him for that because when he mentioned his views to the ladies they told him that was a trick of satan. He drew a picture of that Stussy S and I told him I liked it. The whole day was music, TV shows, his views on religion and inappropriately finding humor in the singer's misfortune who fell on stage during a big revival.

 
  The third day the Roman comes back. I was helping with some of the younger kids while Chad and Roman went to the restroom. They were gone for a very long time, so I decide to go check on them. I walk in and they are standing side by side at the urinals, bodies turned toward each other most likely comparing dicks. With my history, I have no intention of yelling at them, or embarrassing them. Roman sees me and has a brief panic attack. Chad sees me and tells his new VBS buddy that I'm cool and then he Chad actually apologized to me. He also tells me that they are coming out now, but I say it was okay because I came in to do the same thing. That wasn't the truth, I came in to check on them but after seeing them comparing dicks and lightly jacking off now I suddenly wanted to do the same thing.

  The three of us start off at the urinals but go to another part of the bathroom, standing in a circle. Chad was circumcised but Roman and I were not. Chad was the first one to say

  "I think I'm going to cum".

  I sped up my pace and beat him to it, catching the stuff in my hand. Chad was shortly after and also caught the semen in his hand. His body rocked, his eyes closed while he sprayed into his own hand. Roman came soon after, also catching his own semen in his hand.

  Now, here we were three boys with their own cum in the palms of their hands. Chad held his sticky hand out and jokingly said high five. I know it was supposed to be a gross joke but if he held his hand out just a few seconds longer I would have done it. It would’ve been a jizz five.

  We washed our hands in the sink and looked up and one of the younger kids was coming in and we all just looked at each other and laughed. Maybe because if he came in just a minute earlier he would have seen us. Chad acknowledged the fact by joking,

  "If he came in here a minute, earlier he would have needed therapy" and we all laughed again.

 My one regret was not trying to get the same thing to happen at least one more time before VBS was over.

RG

Rest Stop Relief

I remember when I was 14 I was jerking off pretty much twice a day and sometimes more.



I remember one time having to go away on a trip with my parents and had no privacy, and I was going crazy by the third day of not being able to do it.

At a highway rest stop I told my parents I had to do "number 2". I went into a stall in the men's room, already rock hard, and in barely 15 seconds I shot a tremendous load all over the door and floor in that stall pretty much like an cum explosion. It shot out of me probably almost 3 feet. Wow did I ever need that, and it felt soooo good!

Anonymous

My Nephew and the Wonderful Web of Today

It's amazing how the evolution of internet quality has probably affected generations of boys over time coming of age.

My brother recently told me he discovered my nephew, (His 12 year old son), has apparently been finding and watching high def. straight porn online. 

 

When my brother and I were 12 and 14, the best we had was these slow-scanning phone modem pictures and then later when we were college age such low res webcam quality vids that we couldn't even tell if the guys were circumcised or not.

 Our dad shared with us that when he was a boy, all they had were magazines to "practice" with.

Anonymous

Look It Up!

If you are of a certain age, you remember when "helpful" adults told you to "Look in the dictionary."

That was useless. The first word I looked up was "Penis." The dictionary told me that it was the male sexual organ. Not very helpful. The only other sexy term I could think of was "jack off." That phrase was not in the dictionary at all. So much for dictionaries.

Fortunately for boys today, they really can "look it up." Find "ejaculation" or other interesting words  in Wikipedia and become very amazed.

Anonymous