Cherry Hill Park

I heard that song, "Cherry Hill Park" by Billy Joe Royal play while I was in my car a couple days ago. It brought back find memories. It came out in 1969 when I was 14 and at the peak of my horniness for other boys. 

There was a boy in my class whose name was Willis Hill, and he was SO CUTE AND HOT. We were never in a gym class together so I never got to see him naked, but it was an infatuation where I dreamed about him sometimes while I was taking care of myself. (I did get to clamp his nuts once while we were horsing around, to which I got a giggly smile and a "HEY!!!" response. But he made no effort co clamp mine back, and I could tell he had no interest in messing around.)

The lyrics to that song, modified slightly by me, would keep playing in my head...

Willis Hill used to whack off in Cherry Hill Park
The game he played lasted all day 'til way after dark
All the girls they criticized him
But as for me, I idolized him
'Cause Willis Hill was such a thrill after dark
In Cherry Hill Park

Ah, Willis Hill sure was fun down at Cherry Hill Park
Playin' games with everyone 'til way after dark...

(By then, I'd usually be ready to shoot my young load....)

SP

Got a little job to do before I can go to sleep

 

A story about hurricane refugees. Around 15 or 20 years ago when I was in my mid teens, a hurricane was bearing down on the city where some friends of my parents lived. 

They family called and asked if they could come stay with us until the storm was over. Of course my parents said yes and we got the house ready for four extra people. A day later they arrived. Two cars stuffed with luggage, clothes, non-perishable food and even their dog. Their son Rusty was a little older than me, and they also had an elementary-age daughter. I had been told to act mature around Rusty because he was National Honor Society in debate and a lot of other things. And he was going to move into my room with me. I already disliked him before ever meeting the guy. However because they had to leave their home, everybody was anxious to please this desperate family, so we were all super polite to each other.

 One problem did take root in my mind, though: When and where to jack off? My daily schedule revolved around a bedtime wank into a handful of Puffs tissue. This intrusion was going to mess up my secret ritual. As we prepared for bed I made a couple of observations. First, Rusty wore light-blue bikini underwear, which seemed a little worldly for a NHS achiever. And second, the underwear called attention to a ridge that the bikinis contained. Not an erection, but a longitudinal shadow that appeared to be at rest, pointing off to one side somewhere around 45-degrees above horizontal. With his jeans off, Rusty made occasional adjustments to his equipment, but casual-like. The evidence indicated that he was well-endowed.

To keep on schedule, I jacked off in the shower that evening. Not my favorite locale, but at least I emptied the daily production of cum. As we got into the twin beds, Rusty said something peculiar:

 

  "I see you keep a box of Kleenex next to your bed." Took me by absolute and total surprise. I didn't know what to say, but finally got a lame sentence out;

  "Yeah, sometimes I need them." "Convenient," he said, and we just let the conversation die.

 We had been laying there several minutes when a good-size tent rose in Rusty's covers. Soon the tent began to vibrate. I immediately became hard but forced myself to keep my hands off my erection. Rusty may want privacy. He might not know that I can tell what he's doing. Then he spoke.

      "Hey?"

  "Yeah?" 

      "You think I could use some of your tissues?"

  "Help yourself." 

      "Thanks."

  "No prob." 

      "
"

  "Understood."

      "You don't mind?"

  "Naw." 

      "You do it too?"

  "Yeah."

      "Wanna come over here?" 

  "You need help?"

      "I'll help you if you'll help me."

  Nature took its course. We were both under his covers, taking turns masturbating each other. I had just shot a load in the shower, yet I was now painfully erect again. While Rusty felt of me I began my final approach. 

  "Oh! Cumming! Oh! Oh!"

      "Me too. Gimmie some tissues. Quick! . . . Gah! Big cum! Lotsa juice!" 

 That was the end of any friction between Rusty and me. He and his family stayed a week during which we pumped out massive loads of cum with each other every night. Rusty's visit remains one of my best memories.  

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Baby-sitting an Exhibitionist

The neighborhood kid was probably 13 and I was in high school. He was pretty much a typical early teen, he was getting taller and his voice was cracking, but sometimes the things he said reminds you how he is still a kid inside. Which also support why the parents wanted a sitter for their young teen.

So later into the evening he started his shower while I watched TV on their couch. It was not long until he yelled at me to come to the bathroom. What he wanted was a fresh bar of soap. I found some in a cabinet, peeled the wrapping off. Then stepped close to the tub to hand it to him, saying a very normal 

 "Here you go, man." 

 He slid the shower curtain open a lot further than necessary and reached for the soap. My eyes were drawn to his dick which was sticking inflexibly up in a straight line. With a quick glance I surveyed his stick-up. It was not particularly thick, but longer than you would expect, and unmistakably hard. 

 There is no way that he could have been ignorant of his own erection. So there I was, handing him a bar of soap but taking-in the little show he was giving me. I said something stupid, sort of like 

"I'll leave you to your business," and walked out of the bathroom with the memory of his boner burned into my retinas. 

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If Somone Had Told Me....

 

I wish I had had an adult in my life who would have helped me understand this big event before it happened, like this writer had. I was raised by a single mom and never knew the man who fathered me. I went through all the changes alone except for what my friends knew and told me, and they never admitted to jerking off. I also wish "sex drive" was explained to me. All I knew was that every single day I had this intense desire or need to masturbate. 

My mom had drug problems and she'd get strung out a lot and then later promise me she was going to stop doing drugs, but she never could. I felt my inability to keep myself from masturbating was just like my mom's drug addiction, and it made me hate doing it but I couldn't stop. 

I wish someone had told me that it was puberty making me need to do that, and it was normal and healthy and all boys did it, and probably every day just like I was doing.

Anonymous Kid

When the Time Comes.....

 Reading a lot of 'first time' stories on this blog, along with my own personal experience and observations with friends when I was a kid, I think most boys are capable of ejaculating by the time of their 13th birthday. I think the majority of boys develop that ability sometime during the year when they're 12. My own first orgasm and ejaculation happened when I was 13 years 5 weeks old, and it was totally unexpected and pretty terrifying. I knew nothing about it at the time it happened. 

 

 When my own son turned 12, I had a nice talk with him about the puberty changes he was going to be going through, including talking about masturbation, orgasms, and ejaculating semen. When he was 12-1/2, one day he came it me with a big smile on his face and told me, 

  "Last night, it happened!" 

  "What happened?" I asked him.

 He told me, "That stuff squirted out." 

I was glad I had helped him avoid any terror or stress, I reckon he was prepared for this wonderful event in a boy's life, just as I had gone through.

 

Anonymous Dad 

The Lesson on First Time

 When I was 9 or 10 an older cousin spent the night with me. After the lights were off he began jacking off. I could feel the bed shaking. At first he would not tell me what he was doing. Then he finally let me watch him all the way to his climax. He was laying on his back without a shirt and his cum puddled on his chest. I was highly impressed but did not have any idea what I had just witnessed. One thing he told me, I would not be able to shoot cum myself until I was a teenager.

 

 Beginning that night I was always aware of my erections. I played with my dick in every possible way except that I did not try to pump out sperm like my cousin did, because I was not a teenager yet. 

On the night of my 13th birthday I kept pumping past the funky feelings. The bodily sensations scared me, but I didn't care because I was ready to experience what my cousin had shown me. And voila, I reached my first climax, grooved on my ejaculation, and spewed cum up into the air. I must have been "ready" for some time because my climax came quickly with a bunch of squirts. 

 PS: I began a nightly habit of jacking off at bedtime. Oh, how I loved my wonderful climaxes.

A Tip Toe Shot

 

 

When I was a young teen, if I was masturbating over the bathroom sink it just seemed instinctive that I'd go up onto my tip-toes as I was about ready to shoot. It had nothing to do with making sure it landed in the sink, I just seemed to do it automatically without even thinking why. 

Likewise, if I was masturbating on my bed I seemed to instinctively stretch out my feet as I was close to cumming, and my toes as I got a little older started hitting the foot-board of my bed. It was like I was getting taller as I masturbated.

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