A Woodsy Wank

 

I was one pubescent boy that found myself absolutely having to do it at camp. I was 13 and has been masturbating for just 4 months when it came time for my week of Boy Scout Summer Camp. 

 By Wednesday at camp I was going absolutely crazy inside needing to masturbate so bad! I sneaked off that afternoon into the woods all by myself, dropped my shorts, and released an extremely good and needed spray of my stuff. Then I found myself repeating my afternoon secret pleasure each and every day until the end of camp. 

 

Anonymous

About Growing Up

  I am thinking of a boy who lives a couple of houses away. As a little rascal Jerry was always doing something. I remember one time when he was about three, he took off all his clothes to pee in the front yard. His little peter was almost invisible. Everybody who saw him laughed, except his mother. Boy was she embarrassed. Time goes by. The kid is a teenager now. 

 One day last week the mail carrier left some of their mail at our house. I figured somebody would be home because of the "shelter in place" orders, just as I was at home myself. So I put on a face mask and walked to their house. I rang the doorbell and waited. I could hear music and there were lights on in the house. I rang again. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming" Jerry yelled. 

 The door jerked open. Jerry had an exasperated, impatient look on his face. But there was more than his face to look at. Jerry was wearing nothing but a pair of nylon basketball shorts. Bright, shiny, baggy and seriously revealing. There was no way to escape the bulge of his erection. The shadow of his boner was thick and slightly curved. It was not fully vertical but aimed slightly off-center. Its shaft was crowned by the unmistakable outline of his circumcised head. 

 

 Thanks to the shorts, Jerry's manhood was not only clearly displayed but unmistakable hard. All I could say was 

"Your mail." 

 He grabbed the letter out of my hand and was already closing the door before I could add "Hope I didn't interrupt anything." In answer I heard the "click" of Jerry locking the deadbolt. That is the same Jerry who pulled the cute nude stunt twelve years earlier. Yes, they grow up.

 

Anonymous

Almost Secret Treat

 Unintentional cum-shots by naive boys are more common than we might think. I observed several unintended shows. 

 One I remember in particular, I was babysitting a young teen boy. The kid wore baggy shorts. He was laying on his back on the floor, facing the TV with his head on a pillow. While we watched TV he put a hand inside the shorts. At first I thought he was just checking on his dick as boys often do. But soon he had both hands inside the shorts. One hand held up a mound of fabric and the other pumped his dick. Even with his left hand making a large cave to hide what he was doing, it was obvious that he was treating himself to a masturbation. 

He was a nice kid and I'm sure that he just didn't know he had put on an incredibly-charged performance for me.

 

Anonymous Sitter

Everybody SAW!!

 The summer after 6th grade I got invited to a friend's pool party and it was going to be my first boy-girl party, too. I hadn't tried on my old swim trunks and I had grown somewhat so about an hour before the party I tried them on. They were so tight and so faded that they tore when I tried to put them on! My family didn't have much money, and they were the only swim trunks I had. I panicked and I asked my older brother if he'd let me borrow his. His were pretty loose on me but I could tie them tight with the string.

 At the party, apparently I did not tie the knot well. Maybe the third time I tried pulling myself out of the pool they slid down to my knees and by the time I was all the way out of the pool they were down to my ankles! Puberty-wise, I was somewhat of an early developer. My thing had already started to grow and I had visible hair around it, too. I was so embarrassed, quickly pulled them back up, and then a friend said to me, "Dude! We all saw your dick! Even all the girls!" I looked around to see they were all pointing at me and giggling, That made me really embarrassed.
 

But it seemed to work out okay for me, in that some girls came up to talk to me that I think would have never spoken to me if this had not happened. I remember two girls came up to me with big smiles, and one said to me, "Your thing is a lot bigger than my brother's thing." Then her friend said to her in kind of a scolding voice, "Kathy, your brother is 9 years old!" So everybody seeing my dick turned out to be sort of an ice breaker for all of us. For a moment that day, I guess I was "big man" on campus! 

 

Anonymous

The Convenience of a Piss Spot

 
I think the thrill or enjoyment of pissing outside is just something built into us as males. I remember when I was a Boy Scout leader we always had troubles trying to get the boys to go use the smelly latrine for #1, instead of just whipping it out and pissing behind their tents or in the trees or undergrowth along the edge of the campsite. I know myself, as an adult, any time I'm working alone out in my yard and I have to go, I never go back inside to use the toilet. There is an area of my yard where none of the neighbors can see me, and that's my spot today.

 I had a spot just like that in my yard when I was a boy growing up, too. I'll admit that once I turned 13 I used that spot outside for something else quite frequently, too. 

Anonymous

Always Say - Please and Thank You

My most endearing memories are from the days when I taught special education. Before I go any further, please believe me that I loved those dear boys and girls and chose special-ed voluntarily. I've felt terribly empty since retiring. The reason I'm writing today is that some of the kids' actions were downright entertaining.

The teachers had to follow many rules, but two of them summed up the entire relationship between teacher and developmentally delayed kids: (1) Do not show shock, no matter what the youngster says or does, and (2) never laugh at genuine effort.

Certain basic social skills had to be practiced over and over, no matter how old a student was. For example all of them had to be reminded frequently how important "Please" and "Thank You" are. We also spent regular effort on speaking in a soft voice when discussing private things such as a trip to the restroom.

On the day that I'm remembering right now, Bucky, a gentle young teen with multiple difficulties, left a group activity and came to me. He chose his words carefully in accord with his own skills, and asked permission to go to the "bat," his word for "bathroom" or "restroom." I assented, and out the door he went. Several minutes passed and I became a little worried. Maybe I should send another boy to check on Bucky. There were all sorts of ways that a special-ed kid could run into trouble outside of his own classroom.

But then Bucky came sauntering back, wearing a happy grin and oddly squeezing his crotch. Heading straight for me, he announced, 

  "Some other boy in the bat. We did a jackie and make a squirt!" 

His words carried a definite degree of pride about this wondrous encounter, and what's more, he had just informed the entire class that he had masturbated with a random kid. Not everybody in the room understood, but several boys had a peculiar grin. This incident was going to raise hell. It need some careful straightening-out.

 "Oh, Bucky" I groaned, probably revealing a definite amount of forbidden shock.

 "Remember to keep private things private!"

  "It's okay, Mr. Doe!" He put a hand on my shoulder. 

   "It's okay! I told that boy 'Please' and 'Thank You!'" 

Hit The Showers

 I remember when our gym coach would shout at the end of gym class, 

 "Okay, that's it. Go hit the showers!"

 You never saw 25 little boys run so fast and try to cram through the locker room door all at once. Many of us would already have our shirt and gym shorts torn off before we even got to our lockers, and we'd keep it unlocked during class (trusting that nobody would steal our clothes) so we didn't have to fiddle with our combination locks to get to our towel. We'd pull off our underpants (no jocks) and our socks and sneakers and run to the shower. 

It didn't take too many days before we didn't care that we were all naked. We didn't have time to be embarrassed! I do remember a few boys in 7th grade that had super-long thin penises that would wag back and forth and slap on their thighs as they ran to the showers. I was not nearly as well endowed.