Pipe Pumping Lessons

Talking about a garage rest room, reminds me, my uncle had a shop out at the back of his land. It was made out of corrugated iron panels bolted to thick rusty pipes about 4" in diameter. The pace was dark and cavernous when I was a little guy.  I found some of the pipes had empty holes drilled into them. It was strange to me why they were there, but eventually I found an odd use for those holes.

 I was not supposed to go out there by myself, but went out and pissed into the holes. I would put the tip of my little pee-pee right into the hole and piss as much as I wanted. It was a big secret for me. How I found out about jacking off, was when I got to be bigger and sometimes still pissed into the pipes.

 Another boy was there one day and I showed him my piss holes in the pipes. He thought it was cool and wanted to know if I made gissom go into the pipes. I never heard anybody else use the word gissom, but it was his word for cum. He showed me his stiffie and started pumping it. In a minute or two he stepped to the pipe and put the end of his dick up to a hole and pumped some more. When he was through I didn't know anything happened because his cum all went into the hole.

Some time later, I went by and I would get boners remembering what that other kid did in the pipes. One day I started pumping like that other boy did. I got a real horny-feeling and the stuff shot out onto the corrugated iron wall without me knowing it was going to happen. After that making my load shoot into one of the holes was big stuff for me which I sometimes showed different boys if I thought they would like to do it.

Anonymous

Jerking in Bunk Beds?

While recently talking about camp, I have a question for everybody:

When you were a camper, did you ever succeed in jacking off in a bunk bed (either upper or lower) without the other occupant of the bed noticing what you were doing? My reason for asking is buried in a long-ago camping where I had the top bunk. At home I jacked off every night. So after lights-out the first night at camp I was trying to get a load out in total secrecy. I was lying completely still and pumping myself real easy, holding a sock ready to catch the spunk. I was sure nobody knew what I was doing. I held the covers only slightly up and took very slow, gentle strokes.



When I climaxed I was careful not to thrash around, just to shoot into my sock. The next day during crafts the boy from my lower bunk said to me real pointedly,

"Did we have an earthquake last night?"

I didn't answer, not having a clue what he was talking about.

"Well it must have been you playing with your peter up there."

 I went to many more camps but never jerked myself again in a bunk bed. Yet I still think it could be done without the other guy knowing.

Anonymous

The Pool/Spa Connection

One year for vacation we went to Disneyland, I was about 14. We stayed in a motel run by a family that were from India, as many motels it seems to me are. They had a boy about my age and we hung out some after dark when we are back from Disneyland, mainly in the pool or hot tub.


 He was very dark skinned, lots of black hair and skinny. Sitting in the hot tub one time all of a sudden he leans toward me and says to look. There is lights in the hot tub so the water is sort of glowing. I look down in the water and he has got one leg of his bathing suit rolled back and his dick sticking out! Which it is even darker than his skin, real black and sticking right up. He moves it around some and I know it is hard! After I look a little he puts it away but is all the time mashing and rubbing in the water. I got a boner! I guess I better show him like he did. So I tell him he can look too if he wants to. He told me he would feel it and reaches over to play with it which puts me real horney.  I agreed, but never thought he'd go and do it.

Right away I know I have to cum! GULP!! I told him he better stop. He says we don't have to stop because nobody can see. He says he jacks off in the tub all the time and his cum goes in a filter. In a hurry he gets his dick out again. And axs do I want to feel it. Right away he leans to me with a hand and starts jacking me off right in the hot tub. I told him I was cumming. We look at my dick and pretty soon I am cumming and feeling the cum happening. A funny looking squirt of white stuff goes in the water like a big knot of string. As soon as I made my cum he has to jacking himself. Telling me a lot of times to watch, he wants me to watch him cum. So he makes his cum and it looks funny in the water like mine did. We stayed there maybe three or four days and me and the boy from India got in the hot tub some more times and I got real stiff boners while we jecked in the hot tub a couple more times and the stuff came under water. He said many boys like to do with him and he knew I would do it.

Anonymous

Sharing the Kleenex

I'm not picking a favorite from this post,  'cause they are all nice looking. I want to comment about #2 however, specially his blue plaid boxers showing above his shorts. This cousin came for the holidays with his family one year, he was sleeping in my top bunk. A little time goes by the first night and we have got quiet when he says to me, Hey! You got any tissues?

What the hell, I was 13 and been jacking off a while, so I keep a box of tissue by the bed. I go, Sure, I'll get you one.

He says Maybe two or three!

I grab the whole box and stand up to hand him the box. The dude is wearing nothing except blue plaid boxers. He is stretched out full length in the top bunk, bare feet at one end and tangle of hair at the other end. And he has got one hand lost in the elastic of his shorts.

So he is 14, a year older than me. What goes through my head! He must be pumping his pecker! I get back in my bed and think I can feel him jerking only I don't know for sure. But another thing I do know for sure, my own peter is hard as a rock and waiting for a little action of its own.

I think, maybe he wants privacy. Then I think, maybe he was showing off. Or maybe he wants to be jacking pals. Or maybe he would get mad if he found out I knew. All kinds of thoughts!

Finally I say, I think I need some tissues too.

He goes, Come on up and get 'em.

When I reach for the box he goes, You got a job to do?

I didn't know what to say. Grabbed the box of tissue and got back in bed. I go to whamming away at my boner. He says Hey! Slow and easy! Slow and easy!

Oh hell, he knows what I am doing. In a minute he says Can I come down there?

As soon as he gets in my bunk he said I was doing something up there. I got to finish it, you know what I mean.

Right away he goes to jacking himself while laying right by me.

Go ahead, finish your job he tells me.

After while we quit fooling each other and get a good feel of our hard dicks. He said I will do you a little okay? Then I got to do him. Well right away we both shoot our cum. My shot was awesome, it give me goose bumps while squirting out. meanwhile he feels of me while cumming. And we do that the rest of the nights before he leaves. I remember him laying in bed with nothing on except blue plaid boxers with one hand in the elastic.

Anonymous

Would you like to buy some Cookie Dough?

It is the time of year that Students are asked to perform fund-raising duties for their schools, and the  various projects the kids are partaking in. I was out with friends at a local Bowling center on a School night, yet there was a young fellow doing his duty to raise money. He stopped by our group and asked if we would be interested in buying anything from his catalog. It seemed to be mostly Cookie Dough, or Christmas related items. I took a turn after my friend who seemed to know the boy and his Mother. Although the boy was without Mom in this endeavour.

 I took the booklet and quickly found a few selections to purchase.  While I was filling in my information, I inquired about the fund-raising project. Apparently it is for his Band. I found out that he plays trumpet, and he is in 6^th grade. I also inquired his name, and when he would be turning twelve. He told me, and I happily remarked that it was just 2 days after my own birthday. I noticed silently by this point that he seemed to have a slight speech abnormality, he spoke quite soft yet also had detectable slurring. He was not weak in the mind, he only carried some nuance to his speaking that was similar to a lisp, yet I could not detect exactly why. I presumed his mouth form had not caught up to the mass of his tongue.

 I then asked what school he attended, and upon his reply I asked if he knew a certain administrator whom I am friends with from that very school. He was not sure, but since this person is the principal, I suggested it might not be someone he needs to meet right away. He smiled, and thanked me for my order. I signed a check and handed it to him, and said I would see him again when the order comes in.

 I paid closer attention to the qualities of this young fellow. Indeed for a boy almost twelve, he was quite small. Probably under 70 pounds. His face also denied any aspect of approaching teen years. His skin was milky and clear,with flowing dark blonde locks lightly curled and draped upon his shoulders. A quaint button nose and deep brown eyes accumulated to an almost angelic appearance. His hands were also small yet his feet were beginning to lengthen. I also noticed through his plain white T-shirt, his shoulders were gaining width. Indeed the teen years are setting upon him soon. Although he wore his hair long this was no Diva-boy at all, he is all boy. as I later saw him rough-housing with a long-haired younger brother, indeed they are regulars there and I presume he might be an active youth bowler in his own right.    

I look forward to taking delivery of my purchase and checking how his band progress is going. Hopefully he has not yet met the principal.

Eric 

The Fountain of Unknown Liquid

  My family had a tradition of Sunday afternoon naps when I was growing up. We went to church and then to the cafeteria for lunch. By the time we got home it was around 2:00 and everybody went to bed for a couple of hours. 

   I did not know about puberty - was certainly aware that I would grow into an adult, but ignorant of what would actually happen to me. Around the age of 12 I began to be bothered by erections. I found it hard to nap on Sundays because my peter picked that time to get hard and remain stiff. Part of the problem was my fault because I kept messing with myself, but the boners happened even if I didn't play with my erection.

On one of those Sunday afternoons I laid on top of my covers wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs. The pee slot was spread open to allow my hard-on to protrude. On this particular Sunday I was strangely focused on my body. Not just my stiff dick, but all of me. In addition to wiggling my boner, I tickled my chest and thighs. I became harder. I could not keep my hands off of my pulsing dick. Inevitably the ejaculatory sensations hit me and I became frightened. Something scary was happening. Some strange force required me to keep playing with my dick. I was now swinging my erection back and forth, rapidly pointing it toward my feet and then toward my head and back again. 

The feelings kept happening. There was a strange moment when I felt like I was looking down on myself from the ceiling. I could see myself and my hard dick from above. Then an awful spasm hit my body and a fountain of unknown liquid sprayed into the air and rained down on me. 

  What in the world had I done to myself? For the first few months of my discovery I only jacked off on Sunday afternoons, careful to catch my cum in paper towels. But then I ran into a boy in a school restroom, and we ..... but that's another story!

 

Anonymous

First time - Help from Andy

 We lived on a farm out of town nearby to a creek. There was this boy that lived on another farm. Andy and me we were both dirt poor. We played like most boy in the Creek and around the Farms, but also with each other when there was a chance. 

I got to be bigger but clueless as to why. Andy was not very big yet. We discovered this because one thing we like to do was show off our peters when we pee-ed. I had some hairs sprouting, but not Andy. I reckon mine was about double the length of Andy's lil' tally-whacker. We were close buddies, so I didn't tease him, but mebbe sometimes I acted like I was older and full of myself.

Sometimes I was allowed to drive our pick up to town and get stuff for my mother. After the errands were done, I'd cruise by Andys place and we'd go driving the trails in the woods. One time after we stopped to piss, we began touching our peters. I laid back on the tailgate and he rubbed my front of my overalls. 

We were so poor I did not have any underwear on. He is rubbing my dick while its hard! In no time he was rubbing a lot and making me feel crazy. But my dick is mostly cramped-up in my overalls, but hard as a fence post, then it cums! I got cum all in my pants. It was a helluva mess. I grumbled at Andy,

 "What did you do that for? " I dropped the top of my overalls and showed the goo smeared all around my crotch.

  "It's not my fault!" he claimed, "It's be cuz your dick got so darn big."

I wrestled him to the ground and teased that I'd rub cum all over him. We was giggling and laughing so hard in our tussle, I might have actually spooged his clothes with my spent cum.  It was my first time to make cum.I drove home feeling pretty proud that day. 

So the next time were out in the woods, he begins rubbing around the front of my overalls, and asked me if he can undo my buttons on my fly.I didn't want a repeat of the last messy episode, so I nodded yes.

 He gets my peter out. In an instant it got real hard. Andy explained that he found out how big boys do it from from peeking at his big brother. He was real proud he had planned this like a spy, by pretending to be asleep when his bigger brother went to his bed. I sleep naked, and I reckon his brother might too, because Andy seemed to know every detail of what to do. 

 He's like rubbing it a lot. But then he gets ahold of my peter, and tells me he would do exactly what he'd seen. He went slow for a while then fast. But the fast part was more than I can handle. I cum this time too. But we both got to see it happen. It was no longer a mystery. The white drops shot up twice into the air, then a few littler drops kinda spilled out onto his hands. I handed him a red rag I found in the back of the truck to wipe his hands.

 It was a few weeks later when we found that Andy can do it too, and we began to  take care of business for each other.

The Tale of the Evil Prickly Pear

 The little story about boys pissing on the ground reminds me of this tale: My great-grandfather (not the Apache side of the family) was an Oklahoma rancher. He had a habit of checking his fences every morning. Come wind or water, the man jumped into his pickup at dawn and circled the property looking for trouble.
 

We were visiting the old folks one time and the guy invited me to make the fence run with him. I must have been about two years old, certainly no more than three. We had been driving slowly along the fence line for about an hour when I announced that I needed to pee. Gramps stopped the truck but I wouldn't get out. Finally he lifted me out of the pickup and stood me facing a stand of prickly pear. 

He says I screeched like hell and ran crying back to the truck. The old man wanted to know what was the trouble. At last it came out: I was afraid the prickly pear would reach out with its thorns and grab my peter.

 "Get my pee-pee," I howled. "Get my pee-pee!

We drove a little further and I agreed to pee on a mesquite tree -- no thorns!

Gramps loved to tell that story.

TC

Making Trevor the Butt of the Jokes

 

  The English-speaking academy I attended down in Mexico required two years of Phys Ed. A typical boy got his PE credits in seventh and eighth grades, so Gym was well behind him when he entered high school. Back then PE meant the total physical education experience including see-and-be-seen nudity in the locker room and showers. We were English speaking boys of all nationalities whose parents were posted to Mexico by businesses or governments.

 The year I was in eighth grade Trevor, an older British high school student, joined us younger boys in PE because through some scheduling error he'd missed a year of gym. Since we seventh and eighth grade guys were totally in the majority we harassed the high school guy at every opportunity. He tried to one-up us by referring mysteriously to things like wanking, boners and cumshots, but most of us were already well aware of that stuff, so he still was not gaining any Street-Cred.

  We made life miserable for Trevor, first for being a junior taking eighth grade PE, second because his dick was hairy and sort of ugly, and third just because he was one of the unbearable Brits who acted superior to everybody else. We insulted Trevor no end, but to be honest he deserved it because he was such an insufferably smug subject of the Queen.

 One day a fight broke out in the showers, an actual physical brawl with Trevor at the center of it. He habitually put down Americans. This time he'd made some stupid remark about cow shit to a boy from Texas. All the American and Canadian boys jumped to the Texan's defense while a few Indian and Asian kids joined Trevor. Those who didn't take sides stood around in various states of undress while they watched and cheered. The showers were full of naked boys kicking, slugging and yelling. The coach got our attention by simply turning off the hot water. Suddenly the spray went cold. Everybody bailed out, grabbed a towel and went to our lockers. We Americans told Trevor what he could expect if he dissed one of us again. And that seemed to be the end of it.

 But: We were all getting dressed when a whiny British voice demanded, "Who's nicked my underpants?" Everyone expressed innocence. Trevor, holding his towel strategically around his waist, stomped to the coach's office and complained that his underwear had been stolen. We boys feigned sympathy: "Aww. Poor Trevor lost his shorts!" 

 The coach asked around, but nobody seemed to know anything. And to tell the truth, I think the coach was more amused than concerned. After Trevor spent a few minutes threatening and pleading and looking into lockers without success, coach loaned him a jock strap to snug-up his junk inside his trousers. Those of us getting dressed nearby took the liberty of staring at Trevor pulling the tight jock up his legs while his hairy high-school cock flopped around comically. A few comments were aimed at him: "Is the jock too tight, Trevor?" "Maybe your dick's too big, Trevor." "What if you get a boner!" He responded with a volley of cockney profanity. Meanwhile coach kept urging all of us to forget Trevor's boxers and get moving.

 Of course we had still not come to the end of the incident. Word circulated about Trevor's misfortune and he was assailed with jokes and laughter wherever he went. One guy asked "How's it hanging, Trevor? Oops, my mistake! I guess it's not hanging at all!" Another joke went "Any identifying marks, Trevor? Like cum stains?" Somebody suggested that Trevor use the public address system to describe his missing underpants to the entire school. There was a rumor that a good-looking young female teacher had asked Trevor, "Briefs or boxers?" but that was just a joke.

 All of that took place before noon. At each lunch period the Headmaster made a little speech about school spirit and our reputation, pleading for the missing "object" to be turned in. His results were zero. By afternoon classes, the entire academy was sidetracked over Trevor's missing underwear, including teachers. Even gardeners and cooks knew the story. It had become a major incident instead of the practical joke that it really was. Very little education took place. Some of the teachers speculated that a mass search of backpacks and lockers was next.

 I was in Science class when a code beeped from the PA speakers. We kids knew all the codes and this one meant "Custodian to the office immediately."

 Word spread: "Maybe they've found the missing underpants!" And it was true. A Mexican policeman driving past the Academy saw people on the sidewalk staring and pointing at the building. Following their gaze, he discovered something peculiar. The Policia located the school office and made a brief report.

 The boxers had indeed been found - flying from the school's flagpole two stories above the front doors, sharing airspace with the American Stars and Stripes.

 Poor Trevor; he remained the butt of underwear jokes for a long time, but it couldn't have happened to a  better man.

A s for me and some buddies, I'll never tell.

Arnold