The Lonely Boy

 

You guys make me feel privileged (only child) but also neglected (no overnight friends).

 Our house had two bathrooms. One was reserved for my mother. I shared the other with my dad. Up through elementary school I would leave the door open if I was just pissing, but close it if I was doing a sit-down job. When I started being aware of pubes and boners I locked it every time. It was while sitting on that toilet with the door locked and a stiff boner in my lap that I triggered my first astonishing ejaculation.

Anonymous

The Lonely Boy

 

You guys make me feel privileged (only child) but also neglected (no overnight friends).

 Our house had two bathrooms. One was reserved for my mother. I shared the other with my dad. Up through elementary school I would leave the door open if I was just pissing, but close it if I was doing a sit-down job. When I started being aware of

pubes and boners I locked it every time. It was while sitting on that toilet with the door locked and a stiff boner in my lap that I triggered my first astonishing ejaculation.

Anonymous

The Twin Factor and Privacy

I have a twin brother, we took showers together well into our mid teens. I never thought much about it one way or another,

I mean we looked alike and had seen each other naked so many times it didn't phase us. My parents never said don't do it.

The only time we did not shower together is when we had a friend over. I think we were at least aware enough to know that we didn't want to be known as the 15 year old twins who shower together. 

Anon Twin

Shared Bathroom Protocol

Different topic, what were the rules at various guys homes about more than one boy in the bathroom at a time? If my little brother was in there with the door closed (potty or bath time) I could not go in. And he could not walk in on me. But some friends, the boys walked in on each other all the time. Also if I had a friend over, we could not shower or dress together.

A former boy

8 Seconds of Heaven

I was 13 and here is the choice I was given in a game of  "would you rather" mixed with "truth or dare". The three of us, Jake (13), his cousin Leo (12) and myself were actually choosing and doing these random yet highly secret discoveries.


"Stick your finger in Jake's ass for 2 seconds and then smell it, or put your hand down the front of his pants for 8 seconds."

This wasn't the first sexual dare but the most explicit. Jake objected, I assured him it's just for the game and nobody would ever find out.

He reluctantly dropped his objection and his cousin, Leo asked me what I chose. Jake was a clean cut kid, I'm sure he had a clean butt-hole but I couldn't resist the chance to feel those intimate, private parts.

I made my choice and dove my hand down the front of his pants inside the underwear. Warm, moist, soft, I could feel some hair and skin. Jake's cylindrical shaft and soft leathery sack with eggs that I held gently.

The word eight being repeated over and over shook me back to reality. My time was up. I could have kept my hand in there for 8 minutes and still have wanted more time. I think Jake knew that. I think Leo knew that as well. We got quiet and the awkwardness ended the game prematurely. It was the first time I touched a dick other than my own and I wanted to do it again.

The next day Jake's cousin went home and that's when Jake asked if I wanted to play the same game again. We did and you can guess from there that we continued our fun.

Anonymous

Boxers by Demand

We don't generally talk about guys as old as college, but maybe this will contribute to the underwear conversation.

My roommate in my sophomore year was endowed with a large cock, and I mean really large. It was long, thick and uncircumcised. A guy in the showers once asked him, "How's your hammer-handle?" I knew the roomie as a friend the previous year but was not aware of his size until we moved in together.

The reason for telling about him is because he wore boxer briefs with elastic around the legs. Never having seen that type of underwear, I thought he had to wear them due to the unusual size of his dick.
Anonymous

Rick Discovers "It"

This is a third-person experience, told to me by a friend. It is about a kid named Rick, my buddy apparently spent some "Quality Time" with Rick, and  he recounted this to me when we were around 13. You see, we were talking about things we'd heard that other boys might do. The truth was that we were tip-toeing around the subject that was really on our minds, wondering whether we had a common interest in doing private things with each other.

So here's the Story-
 My friend said he'd heard something that happened to a guy named Rick. Rick's family had a Sunday routine. They attended church every Sunday, had lunch at a cafeteria, and went home to take Sunday-afternoon naps. Rick apparently had not yet experienced ejaculation..

While the family ate, Rick needed to go to the restroom, where he encountered a somewhat older boy at a urinal. I am unsure whether this mysterious (and horny) individual was already in the restroom or arrived while Rick was relieving himself. Anyway, something new to Rick happened.

Rick noticed that the bigger boy was preoccupied with his penis. Rick knew what it was like to have stiffies and judging from my friend's story the boy in the restroom apparently had a very intense case of teen erection. So intense that he did not seem to notice Rick staring at his boner. Filling in the gaps from my friend's narrative, the erect boy was apparently pleased to display himself to Rick and apparently spent several moments wiggling and squeezing his stiff pecker, even stepping back from his urinal to let Rick have a better look while he swung his dick around.

Rick suddenly realized that he was not only gaping, but had grown stiff himself. He crammed his young erection into his pants, zipped up, and hurried back to the table, his hidden dick now afflicted with the inflexible souvenir he'd acquired in the restroom.

Rick knew from experiences at school that if he waited long enough his hardness would go down. But it didn't seem to be happening that way. He remained intensely stiff during the rest of the meal, stayed hard in the backseat of the car, continued to be erect while changing clothes, and basically found himself cursed with a hell of an ever-erect peter.

On a typical Sunday, Rick might play video games or watch TV, but with this cursed erection, he felt nicely drawn to his bed, where he crawled under the covers and eventually removed all his clothes. Having gotten bare, he laid there in agony and frustration while playing with his restless erection

I don't know the exact technique Rick used in playing with his stiffie, but whatever it was, within a short time it got unexpected results. My friend, relating Rick's experience and now rubbing his own crotch, said Rick was frightened by strange feelings and a sudden sensation that he was in some sort of crisis mode which made his penis throb even more insanely.

At a critical moment in his young life, his entire body convulsed again and again.

Rick knew instinctively to stop stimulating his dick after he climaxed. He lay under the covers gradually realizing that everything around him was wet.

My friend concluded the story with the opinion that the simple act of looking at an erect dick in the cafeteria restroom propelled Rick across the line and into puberty.

PS: My pal and I were both erect at the end of the story and we did become good buddies.(Grin)

Martin Davis

Splattering the Hood

I was 14 and growing up in the days when cars had real bumpers and big chrome grilles.

 One day I was looking for a private place to play with my dick because it was hard. I went into the garage which was a separate building by the back fence. My mother's car was there. I went around in front of the car and pulled my pants down so I could do things to my boner. After while I felt real odd in a way I had never felt before. Then I climaxed and ejaculated. My cum shot onto the front of the car.

 I didn't understand what had happened to me. It left me very scared. Two or three days went by. I went to see if I could do it again and found all my dry cum still on the hood and grille and bumper. I can still see that car in my mind while I cleaned the stuff off, first trying a dry rag and then using kerosene. I jacked in there a lot over the next few years, sometimes with buddies. But made sure not to let cum get on the car.

Anonymous

Middle School Mountain Climbers

 We were stationed for a while at a base surrounded by the jagged peaks of the Rocky mountains. I immediately noticed from our quarters that there was a black, triangle-shaped hole on the slope of one mountain. A cave! My adolescent sense of adventure kicked in and everything in my young being wanted to climb the mountain and explore the cave. It didn't take long to find out that some of the other boys, Air Force dependents like me, had the same desire.

 Finally three of us aspiring young mountain-climbers talked our families into the idea. One of the dads had a four-wheel-drive pickup. He drove us into a canyon along a rutted trace that could hardly be called a road. We set up base camp at a picnic shelter where the gravel ruts ended. The ascent looked simple enough. The cave was about a half mile ahead of us but substantially higher than our elevation. Our angle of approach would have us climbing upwards at about a 30-degree to 45-degree angle. We were young, stoked and properly dressed.We were going to make history, we told each other.

 We expected to conquer the climb in an easy half hour or so, and strode off leaving our adult guardian below. Armed with walking sticks, energy bars and water bottles, we were an excited crew. 

  Three hours later we stopped to rest. We had been picking our way through loose rocks of every size, dodging prickly-pear cactus, jumping in and out of ravines and avoiding thorny brush. Occasionally one of us would lose his balance in a rock-slide and the others would help him back onto his feet. We were wet with perspiration plus becoming short-tempered with each other. And there was more to come.

 At this point I think each of us individually would have given up and returned to the truck. But the pride of peer pressure kept us going.

 After another hour that was booby-trapped with loose earth and steeper angles, we began to close in on the A-shaped hole. We found, to our disappointment that the approach and the big hole itself were littered with candy wrappers, beer cans and graffiti. The "cave" was only six or eight feet deep, more like a crevice than a cavern. So once we climbed into it there was really nothing to explore.

  "What are we going to do to mark this conquest?" one guy asked kind of sarcastically as we stood in the trash. Nobody said anything for a minute, and then another guy unzipped his pants, announcing "Well, I know what I'm gotta do."

 All three of us pissed at the same time, three uninhibited streams soaring out of that black hole. The wind caught our pee and blew it away while we still pissed. Cute, but not much of a celebration.

 Since there was nobody around to see us, we didn't immediately cram our peters back into our pants. None of us had ever been horny together, but now we let our bare dicks enjoy the wind. "Feels good to let it all hang out," somebody said. Instead of zipping up we wiggled our junk at each other and tried to look at the exposed dicks without getting caught. Then one of the guys wrapped his fingers around his rising dick and said, "I know! What if we...?" He didn't have to finish the sentence. His pecker rose while he self-consciously wiggled it.

  I think that I said "Hmmm," but I'm not sure, because I had sprung a stiffie of my own and wondering whether the other guys liked the idea as well as I did.

 The guy who had made the daring suggestion now looked straight at my crotch. "You've got a hard-on," he informed me. Then, continuing, "And Morgan's got a hard-on too, and here's mine." Now we were openly staring.

 Apparently we were all on the same frequency. Stepping back from the entrance, we stood in a line facing out toward the distant truck. We made appropriate jokes about each other's equipment while our stiffies thickened into genuine boners. And then we got busy.

 We all knew the routine: fast strokes, slow strokes mutual strokes. One of the guys dropped his pants and briefs. He imitated the sound of a steam engine while his hand pistoned up and down. In a minute  me and the other guy unbuckled our pants too. We took turns helping each other pump, feeling of one another's family jewels and snickering as we freely displayed our progress.

 We squeezed, wiggled and jacked one another. Suddenly my system approached orgasm before anybody else's. "Cum-MING!" I warned them and they sped up their strokes while watching me ejaculate several explosive bursts of cum that jetted through the air and hit the cave's littered floor about six feet ahead of us. It was one of my best climaxes.

 Then the others caught the brass ring also and we ended with three distinct trails splattered on the rocky floor.

 That was the celebration of our climb and it seemed like a perfectly natural thing

 Going downhill was almost as difficult as our ascent, but this time we had gravity working for us instead of against us. We got back to the picnic area and tore into our rations. Altogether it was a full day's adventure. As the truck bumped its way down to civilization, my friend's dad had an interesting comment: "Bet you guys know each other a lot better now."

 "Oh, my gosh" I thought. "How much did he see while we were leaving our marks way up there?" Probably nothing, I decided, since the hole was so distant and so black.

 But I still wonder if he might have caught a glimpse..

Thunder Cloud

What's Your Style

You ask if anybody has any thoughts about undie style. Here's my two cents.

Up until I was 12 and about to start seventh grade, I wore the plain white briefs that my mother bought for me. She was a widow so the male presence in my life was my grandfather. He showed me a pair of his boxers. I think he wore boxers because the army had issued them to soldiers many years earlier during the war. Grandpa asked me if I didn't want to start wearing grown-up underwear because that's what all the other boys would be wearing when we changed clothes in PE.

Mom got me a package of boxers. I hated them. Felt very insecure as if my private business was on display. The texture of the cloth was all wrong. My dick hung loose, dangling down into a leg of the boxers. Also the boxers felt wadded-up when I put pants on.

I told my mother that I'd rather wear briefs. I think my grandfather was disappointed but nothing more was ever said. I have continued wearing briefs even today.

One thing more: When school started, it was not true that "all" the other boys wore boxers. It was about 50-50 among the boys in PE.

Anonymous (Non-Boxer Guy)

Another Low Slung Leftie

 Count me among the boys who worried about one ball hanging lower, which I noticed at 14.

 I always jerked with my right hand thinking that my constant right-hand masturbation was causing my right ball to be smaller, maybe stunting its growth. So I switched to jerking with my left hand. I thought that would correct the problem. But my left ball continued to hang lower while the right one was always pulled up tighter.

 As time went by and I began playing with other boys, I quit thinking about my uneven balls.

Anonymous

Nature's Unusual Balancing Act

When I was 14 my best friend's mother got married to a man with a 12 year old son. The kid was kind of slow mentally. My friend made jokes all the time that his stepbrother was slow because all the blood supply went to his dick instead of his brain. My friend made occasional references alluding to his stepbrother having a much bigger than average dick. He'd state that his stepbrother had a big dick but was too dumb to use it except for being able to piss with it. He'd say the thing I told you about the blood in his dick... just often a negative reference to his stepbrother's intelligence followed by a big dick comment.

All this made me curious so I finally got to see it at a sleepover. I woke up early in the morning to see step-bro laying in bed , the opening in his boxers allowing a monster uncircumcised dick to lay exposed. It didn't even look real especially on a body that was 5ft tall and 80 or 90 pounds. Nothing really happened, I just stared at it for a while and made sure the door was locked and that my friend and his step were actually sleeping and I stroked myself to a great orgasm while looking at that humongous dick.

Anonymous