Announcing a Blog Merger: OOTS + Tell us your BS

 It's true I've brought back both blogs under one title. 

It is OOTSTHEBLOG.BLOGSPOT.COM

Come visit to review old stories, new posts, and comment again like you used to. 

Warm Thanks

Eric~

He was Good to Me

 When I was a young stud I had a hell of a time finding places to jack off. My best place was like some others have said, in the bed when going to sleep. 

 But when I was 14 my mother's aunt moved in. She got my bedroom and I had to sleep on a couch in the den. I hated that. People up late and still watching TV while I wanted to sleep. 

I had a older cousin that got himself an apartment when he started college. Lots of nights I went over there to sleep and hid my jacking. Which I now know he was onto. 

 He came in from a date one night and caught me pounding my prick while watching TV. That like to killed me but he was nice about it. We made a deal. Never touched each other but lot of times knew each other was jacking and asked back and forth;

 "How's it coming?", "Can I join in??" Or "You gave me a boner."

 

 There were sometimes doing it inside of our warm up suits and saying how close we were to coming. 

He was good to me.

The Accidental Show

 
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-wide, 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

Playground Ticklers

Some guys mentioned whether you got boners before puberty. I can tell you the answer is yes. Me and a bud of mine, Our balls were very sensitive. We liked to tickle each others little nutsacks which we would get a boner from doing. 

We crawled into a big plastic slide and pulled down our pants to do it. It made us get real hard, but we was too young for any big-boy stuff to ooze out. We showed our stick-ups and giggled because it felt funny, but kinda great too. Not really touching our dicks only tickling our balls. Must've been about third grade.

 

Real Life Savers in Training

On a nice summer afternoon at the beach with my Mate. We were enjoying the warm sun and sea breezes with occasional nice sights to see as well. Up a ways we spied a row of swimmers all in bright colored swimwear. I did not clue in, but MG sure knew it was a Surf Life Saver Team out doing practice on the beach. As we got closer,  I marveled at the process.

 

They swam out into the open surf around a buoy, then came back ashore, running past a pole serving as a marker. Then grabbed a flotation device and did the buoy again. Run ashore around the pole and then into a Kayak around the Buoy. It was apparent they are very fit and in shape, as you can see by the picture attached. I presume this was a 14-16 year team.


 Loads of fun to see these young Blokes working out so diligently  in expectation they might save a life one day. I was fairly winded after watching them up close like this. MG and I had to go for a lay-down to rest and sort it out.
 

Eric

How we stared!

 My discovery of cut/uncut peters took place in the eighth grade. We had compulsory PE in 7th and 8th. Every kid in my 7th grade gym class was circumcised. I doubt that any of us had ever seen an uncircumcised dick. 

 

 But we were in for a surprise the following year. A new kid showed up, a very mature boy whose nude walk to and from the showers revealed a dick that was unusually long an thick -- AND, it had escaped the surgeon's knife. Long, thick, uncircumcised, hairy! How we stared! After several days the PE coach made us stay in the locker room so he could lecture the class about circumcision.

The Mystery of the Missing Head

  At the time I was a child growing-up here in the United States, almost all boys were circumcised at birth, including me. It was so common, that I never saw any boy whose penis did not look like that. I had no idea that we had all been surgically altered. 

  But in fourth grade, a new boy entered our school and he was determined by as "Different". You see there were no partitions between the urinals in the boys room, and admittedly we would all take peeks at one another out of our own curiosity. Rumors quickly spread around the boys in our class that this new boy was "very different" down there! One day I arranged myself in our piss line so that I would be peeing in a urinal right next to him. I decided that I should take my own peek to resolve this rumor once and for all. 

  What I saw was shocking! The knob at the end of his penis was missing! What was worse, the skin at the end of his penis where his pee came out was all rough and jagged, not a nice nozzle hole like all the rest of us had. It looked to me like he had had a terrible accident and the head of his penis had been torn off...... Morbidly ripped off.....and IT was now missing! 

(I had no reason to think... that for some reason he had a hood over it and that the head of his penis was still intact.)  I don't think any of us were brave enough to ask him what happened to his penis. 

 

  He and I did end up becoming good friends, and in fifth grade he invited me for a sleepover. As can be common with boys of this age, in bed we go, 

   "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." 

  It was at that time that he showed me how he could pull it back, and indeed he did have a knob on his penis that looked just like mine! He boasted that it was actually "me" that had been altered, and that we were both born with a hood just like his was, but mine had some skin lopped off. I suddenly came to know about circumcision.

 I learned so much at that sleepover!

SP 

The Big Show at Intermission

 The first time I jerked with another guy was in the restroom of a drive-in movie. 

 All I was planning to do was piss. There was a bigger boy already there. He was messing around with his hard dick at the urinal and halfway hiding it. I thought it was an accident that I could see his boner but of course he was giving me a show. It made me hard and I guess I stared at what he was doing. He must've caught me looking and whispered,

  "Nice weenie, kid."

In a minute both of us was busy jacking. He moved over closer to me and said he was coming. I was tremendously horny like never before. Before he could shoot, my own cum spurted on the wall above the urinal, several big squirts. 

  "Damn, kid" he said when he saw me cum. 

 For a long time that was my only wank with another guy. I felt real fortunate that it happened. Sometimes in bed at night I pretended we was jacking together again.

Anonymous

Hot Dog Fake-out

When I was a college freshman living in a dorm, a couple of guys found that cutting at a 45 degree slant about 1 1/4 inches off the end of a hot dog, then hollowing it out and pushing it back onto the other end of the hot dog, it looked amazingly like a circumcised penis. They held those modified hot dogs in front of their pants zippers and ran around the cafeteria and it sure did look like they had their dicks hanging out They could even wag them and they looked like they were half-hard. It was at first shocking, then hilarious.

Drum Squad Initiation - Exposed

At one of the schools I attended during junior high, the counselor enrolled me in band class. I have no musical talent whatsoever. Everybody else could at least keep time with a pair of rhythm sticks, but I was useless.

I was assigned to the percussion section. Three cocky guys already covered all those instruments with typical eighth-grade assurance. Those boys quickly realized that I was completely non-musical. I became the butt of sarcasm and practical jokes.

Several weeks went by. One of the dudes leaned toward me during practice and said they were sorry for making fun of me and were ready to "initiate" me into the percussion section. The other two nodded their heads but seemed on the verge of uncontrolled laughter.

I was told to turn away from the drum section until they were ready for me. After a minute one of them said "OK!"

My eyeballs must have bulged out. Right there in front of me, hiding behind all the drums and cymbals and music stands, stood the three percussionists with their hands wiggling long, thin erections. I could feel red embarrassment climbing from my neck to the top of my head. What was I supposed to do? Laugh? Compliment them? Pull out my own scruffy little peter and give it a wank? This was not an initiation, it was some kind of test.

The whole thing lasted less than ten seconds. Before I could get another look, the other guys were already whirling around to face away from me. They were obviously zipping up their flies after their little show. I had barely gotten a moment's look. Was it over? Had I passed? Was I now "one of the guys?" Did I have to reciprocate in some way? I had no idea what to do. How do you react to something like that in private, much less in a room full of people?

Immediately after closing their zippers they turned back toward me, laughing their asses off. Each boy held a drumstick in one hand. I had not seen their penises at all. In that split second, what I had seen was drumsticks protruding out of their zippers. Hands innocently stroking wooden drumsticks! My sub-conscious had turned the sticks into erect stiffies (After all, I was just 13 and highly aware of dicks. Surely these young assholes didn't know what I did to myself in secret, did they?

They pointed at me, roaring with laughter. One flashed me an empty circle of moving fingers. "Did you expect something else?" Another one asked if I had a dirty mind. Somebody said, "You should have seen your face!"

I gradually became able to strike a triangle on beat whenever the teacher pointed at me. I think I've lost even that small musical skill now, but I've kept the "initiation" in my head all these years.

TC