A Thumb's Up Effort

 It was Friday and it had been raining steadily since Tuesday. My normal after school routine, rain or shine was to walk to the public library near my middle school and do homework and wait for my Dad to pick me up. That rainy Friday was no different except that I was uncomfortably horny. The physical sign was a pulsating erection, mentally my mind was racing with sexual thoughts. 

The library was much more empty than usual so I had an idea more like a compulsion which was that I wanted to beat it in the library and not get caught of course. The library wasn't very crowded anyway. I retreated to a part of the library that was farther away from where everybody was. I sat at a picnic table like seating area, put my books on the table area and then made sure the coast was clear. I knew I would not need a long time to relieve the tension.

When I was satisfied that I had a relative amount of privacy I started to stroke my 13 and a half year old dick right there in the library. The workers were all at the front desk, the only other kid in there was a toddler sitting on his mother's lap listening to a story, they were nowhere near me. Other than that there was an old man reading a newspaper and another guy in a blue shirt sitting at the computers.

I was working my peenie, focusing in on feeling all sorts of good sensations and after a few minutes I grunted as quietly as I could and aimed at the floor. The purple carpeting contrasted nicely and really showed off my work. I came down from my high only to find the guy in the blue shirt staring at me with a big smile on his face. He gave me a thumbs up, I used my foot and wiped the cum off the ground and went to the front of the library to wait for my dad. The blue shirt guy must have given me 50 random thumbs up before my dad finally picked me up. It was creepy because after that whenever I saw the guy he would wave at me or give a thumbs up and always stare. I know that he was hoping for another show. 

Anonymous

The Geek with Meat

 I remember a boy in my 9th grade class. He was nerdy, skinny, boney, wore very non-stylish eyeglasses, and in gym class he was pathetic in his ability to do just about everything, especially if it had to do with having to catch anything. 

Showering after gym class was not mandatory, and for the longest time he avoided it. Then kids started telling him (truthfully) that he stunk in school in his classes after gym. So, one day, he stripped down and started showered with the rest of us. He was 14. OMG his darn thing looked like a fire hose! He had assets in dangling length far beyond those of any of us. I guess God does work in strange ways.

Anonymous

The Dare over Size

Patrick was my best buddy from when we started school until we went to different schools at 11. At the time I was having regular grinding sessions with another boy who I didn't like half as much. We used to lie on top of each other naked and thrust against each other but neither of us ever cum. It did feel good though and naturally I wanted to try it with Patrick my best friend but I never got the chance.
Patrick's parents were religious, very strict and barely let him out of their sight. He wasn't allowed sleep-overs. At school though we were inseparable and we sneaked to the bottom of the playing field where I said I would show him a trick (it was how my grinding buddy had first approached me). He reluctantly pulled his pants down when he saw me do the same and I put his hand on my dick and took hold of his. Mine went stiff immediately and he freaked out when I felt his getting stiff as well. He pulled his pants up quickly said it was a sin and although it didn't affect our friendship I never tried it again with him.


Our parents knew each other and that's how me met up again at 16 years old after going to different schools. Facially Patrick hadn't changed at all, he was a larger version on the fresh-faced 11-year old I remembered. It was at my parents 25th anniversary when he came round with his parents and girlfriend. We were drinking most of the day when our parents all went to the pub. Almost immediately Patrick all but dragged his girlfriend upstairs. It was silent for a minute or two then I heard them arguing. Patrick was getting heated. It was strange, I remembered him as such a quiet and shy boy. Not anymore!
— Well fuck off then, you bitch!


His girlfriend came flying past. There were tears in her eyes and she rushed out the house slamming the door behind her. I went into MY bedroom where Patrick was laid back on my bed his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. What's more, he was masturbating. When he noticed me in the doorway, he snapped:
— What the fuck you looking at?
— Not much!
I stared pointedly at his penis. In truth it was average in all respects.
— Fucking choke you, it would.
He was still masturbating albeit with less vigour and I laughed.
This was definitely not the Patrick I remembered. I wondered if all those years when his parents confined him so much, had turned him into the monster he seemed to have become. He looked at me, stood up and smirked. Patrick took his penis in hand and pointed it at me.
— Go on then.
I knelt before him and did exactly that, for about two seconds then stood up again. His face dropped.
— Is that it?
— What were you expecting?
— A blow-job!
— What? Do you think I'm gay or something?
— Well, you did just have my dick in your mouth. So you're not gay then?
— I only had your dick in my mouth to prove a point.
Patrick looked confused. We were both a bit drunk and I was teasing him. I hadn't prepared or plotted the way things went but they turned out to be advantageous.
— Tell you what. My dick will choke you, but if you can get it all in your mouth, I will give you a blow-job.
I would have anyway, but he hadn't clicked on, so I thought I might as well see if I could get my penis into his mouth. Patrick sunk to his knees and I undid my trousers. I was already hard and he tried to take me all in first time, but couldn't although he said he had. I convinced him to have a second go saying it would be easier if he did it slower. He almost did it and I encouraged him but he pulled back. The third attempt he managed and knew because he pulled back.
— I know I did it that time, coz I felt your balls on my chin.
— Okay, I suppose.
I tried to sound disappointed. Patrick laughed in triumph and laid back on the bed, waiting expectantly. I gave him a blow-job while I masturbated myself. When I felt close to a climax I put my penis against his and held them together, masturbating us both at the same time. I ejaculated onto his stomach then took him back into my mouth. It was only a few seconds later when he too reached orgasm.


After all that boy orgasm stuff, he went straight to sleep. He didn't even move as I pulled his trousers up for him. I went to the pub to find my parents and hopefully scrounge a drink. Patrick was gone when I got back home.

Why I'm Suddenly Taller

 I am changing the subject a little? I actually had a few sessions with other boys, but what I want to tell about is my excellent private hand jobs. From the moment I discovered how to jack off I was hooked. It was the most rewarding thing in my life and it was something I could do completely by myself.

 At first I shared a room with my brother. He graduated and left for college when I was 14. Until then I had shot my loads wherever I could find a hiding place. After he left I was in heaven. I treated myself to fantastic cumshots every night while laying in bed.

 

 There are several things that I remember about my bedtime activity. One thing was that I felt like my body became longer (taller) while laying in bed and jacking off. I often got in bed completely naked. The covers touching my bare skin were so arousing. As I played with my erect peter I stretched my legs and body as far as they would go. When I finally ejaculated I would think, dude you just added two inches to your height! Silly, I know. But sometimes at school I would wonder if anybody thought I was taller.

 Another thing I did was get as hard and horny as possible, just almost ready to cum, and then stop jacking. I would hold my tissues around my dickhead and move my right hand down to my balls. They became my ejaculation trigger. I gently squeezed and wobbled them. The climax would get closer and closer while I just played only with my balls. I would feel almost in agony because the climax was so close but not yet happening. Then one more squeeze or jiggle of my balls and a massive orgasm would crest throughout my body with my hand still wrapped around my balls. I would feel so excellent, laying in my bed nude while one ejaculation after another and another would fire. Spew, spew, spew, the stuff squirted out of my rigid erection. Each separate jet would give me another thrill.

 I wadded up the tissues and dropped them into my wastebasket, then went sound asleep feeling so outstanding. The next morning (or in the night if I had to get up and pee) I fished the tissues out of the trash basket and flushed them down the toilet.

 Yes, having a jacking buddy or two was nice, and I had good times with some "special" friends. But what I remember most about my adolescent sexuality is my solitary climaxes just before going to sleep.

Who?

A Vacation Post

Your host has taken some much needed Holidays to rest up and perhaps re-invigorate with hopes for a few sightings of cuteness for motivation. Which in fact this post is precisely just that, a selected description from the trenches. 

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During my travels to a beach-side city with generous attraction to tourists and families from around the globe, I found many fresh faces and often pause to imagine just what stories might be told. Perhaps of events gathered up from a night of random folly or inquisitive discovery and with ultimate boyish delight.....Meh sorry bout the high brow tone. I'd rather this story be told for what I feel most readers will appreciate,  but please allow some room for imagination to take hold and you might have to guess the finishing paragraph. My mate suggests that this story describes characters who could be the very same fellows who will eventually be just like you and I longing for a brief revisit to days of the last. These could be future story tellers for OOTS.

So let's tell you about that night-

It was just coming into dusk, my Mate and I came upon a playful pair of boys having some fun climbing on a old ship anchor set up as a memorial of some kind at the beach park. Dressed casual in shorts and singlet tops, but clearly they were drenched from a day of sea swimming, sun and fun. We guessed they must have been either 13 or 14 at the time. Their breaking voices were joined in conversation or in the midst of a challenging scuffle between this pair. Apparently the silly angst was stirred as one had grabbed the others phone and was busily perusing his pals pics with some playful protesting from the boy whom the phone belonged to;
 

"Hey! give it"....
 

 "No!"
 

 "Wait.. look at you here"
 

 We can imagine why he didn't want his friend to sift through his gallery but I think we all know what a boy and his camera phone can get up to when alone! All this dialogue was sprinkled with giggles and eventually a sudden chase across the lawn past the grannies and camera laden tourists, the two scamper straight down the full length of the jetty.
 

 We enjoyed their joyful exchange and thought it was all done.

 

 However as we meandered down the Jetty, we found the two had completed the chase, resumed as pals and ending in a pleasant pair of youngsters, sat at the very end of the jetty with legs dangling off the edge freely towards the sea. The sight was just so cute, seeing them side by side, so close that their shoulders were touching. Their play was now one boy jamming his flip flop shoe under his buddies bum. The giggles and folly had settled down to this pair of buddies, now chatting quietly. Just as the sun was setting the brilliant sky quilted a peach orange sunset over two lads bathed in the warmth of boyhood trust, friendship and a sure measure of dedication to each other. I knew I just had to capture this sight of beauty and here I share it with all of you. Beyond the pictures and this story, we can only guess what the night held for this pair of tethered friends......
 

 I invite comments if any of you can estimate the remainder of this fine evening for these guys.

Eric