Backyard Blast

 One of the first few times I actually wanked all the way to cumming was outside, in the dark in my friends backyard. 

We were having a backyard camp-out. Do kids still do this? We were told that if we needed to pee we could come into the house around the back or pee in a designated backyard area that was hidden behind a storage shed. If you are sleeping in a tent outside what fun is using a toilet? We all chose the designated area.

After everyone was asleep I woke up with an urgent need to pee. I went to the designated area by this time it was dark back there since most of the lights in the backyard didn't reach this area. After peeing I got a raging boner and began to wank. I shot a nice load onto the wall and went back to sleep. 

In the morning I was worried that somehow someone would see the semen on the wall and know it was me. However, the rest of the day we all peed back there so much it was probably washed away.

Anonymous

Hiding my TV Time Tickles

 I remember in probably my whole first year of masturbating, I'd be watching TV in the same room as my parents, being horny and it would get stiff on its own, and I'd give myself some slight pleasure by rhythmically squeezing it in the right places through my pants. Sometimes a couch pillow was used to hide my activity, or even just a comic book I'd have handy to place across my lap for added discreetness.

 I could get myself pretty close this way, and then just "go to the bathroom". Lock myself in for some more private mashing, and tickling until it was imperative to stroke one out. Even with enhanced attention to my pleasure, I was able to make myself cum into the toilet in a minute and a half-minute or less. 

 I'd clean up with toilet paper and go back to be with my parents. I have no idea if they ever noticed what I was doing to myself in the living room, and that invariably it ended up with me going to the bathroom. 

 

Anonymous

My David, A Teen of his Day

 Update on my nephew David (see previous posts  "Action Hero Undies", "David and his Plaid Boxers", "David Goes to Camp".

 David is 16 now. I saw him at a family dinner a few days ago. In the past year he has changed dramatically. He's taking driver's ed, dating a girl, and become a little on the argumentative side.I have to ask for a hug now when he ran to me jumping into my arms giggling and celebrating his joy whenever I went to visit when he was a tyke.

 

 

The kid who casually trotted through the house in nothing but action-hero undies is gone forever. A boy who's smile renders casually in my memory, the laughter of his youth rang so jubilant in my ears is fading into the past. I know this is normal for him to mature, but remembering those days from long-ago gives me a sadness that I can't shake.

David's Uncle