Date: Fri, 03 Sep 1999 07:16:00 PDT
From: Clifford Simpson <cliff6@hotmail.com>
Subject: YMCA Bro

This is a true story.  I don't know how many of you guys remember that first
big hairy adult cock you ever saw, but I sure do. Love to hear about that
first big cock you ever saw.
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by Cliff

It was time to deliver my weekly paper and this happened to be the week for
collections as well.  I was an 11-year-old kid, blonde-hair, tanned from
lots of time at the beach, and really active.

For two weeks, my friend was on vacation, so I was taking his route as well
as my own to make some extra cash.  It was taking longer than I thought, but
I knew I was almost at the end.

I knocked on an apartment door to ask the guy for his cash for the month of
papers, and when this half-dressed guy opened the door, he looked really
familiar to me, and I wasn't quite sure from where.  He had the same
'I-konw-that-guy-from-somehwere' look on his face, asked me where Paul -his
usual delivery boy was- and I filled him in, thanked him for the cash and
moved on.

But while I was going down the stairs I realized who he was.  I had seen him
in the showers at the YMCA during swim class.  He was the first naked adult
man I'd seen and I remember not being able to take my eyes off of his huge
soft penis. My father had been very strict with me, telling me we must
always remain humble, always turn your back when you're changing, and never
look at other naked men or women - it was a sin. I remember him being the
only guy in the showers, and I stared - especially at his cock for what
seemed hours, and he seemed happy enough to show it off. Seemingly in a
trance, I blinked, looked at the guy's face who had this huge smile on his
face, and I took off to the pool.

I started to blush, and I got really weird feelings, but really wanted to go
up to his apartment again, I decided not to, but knew I had to see this guy
naked again somehow. I looked at his name..Mike.

The next week, as I climbed his apartment stairs, I decided to knock on the
door, and hand the guy his paper.  So, I hesitantly knocked, and the door
opened slightly, and the guy popped his head out, and asked what I wanted.
I told him I had his paper for him and....that...I...um....really needed to
use the washroom.  He told me I could come in but that he wasn't really
dressed.  I told him I didn't care, so he let me in.

I quickly glanced at him to make sure it was the same guy I had seen at the
Y, and yes, he was standing there in his boxer shorts, directing me to the
washroom.  I was sweating buckets in the washroom, wondering how I could ask
him if I could see his penis again, but I didn't know how.

I came out of the washroom, and there he was, sitting on his easy chair, in
his underwear with a drink - and asked if I wanted one.
I told him I had to phone my mom and ask if it was okay, which I did, and
she told me not to stay long, and got the guy's name and phone number.  All
was okay.

I sat down on the other side of the room, while he went a got me a drink.
When he came back, I could swear I could see his penis through the fly of
his boxers, and I'm sure I stared.

He sat across from me again, spreading his legs, and I know I was red. Then
I dared myself to say it.  "You know, I saw you at the Y a couple of weeks
ago.  "Really.  When?" It was our 2nd swim class for my grade 5 class, and I
saw you in the showers.  There was a slight pause, and then..."Oh that was
you was it? I remember a kid staring at me in the shower for awhile.  Right
-  now I remember you. Did you get a long enough look" - he laughed.

SILENCE.   DRINK.

"So, why were you staring at me"? he asked.
My chance.
"This is really embarassing, but, you're the first guy I've ever seen
totally nude - I mean - not my friends - but a man - with a full grown..you
know..penis".

He laughed, spreading his legs a little further.  "You mean you haven't seen
your dad's cock - ever".  (Another word that got me a little excited).  "No,
I replied".  He never lets me see his, or anyone elses, so it was really
neat to see yours and all that hair and stuff.

SILENCE.  DRINK.

My nerve got up again.  "Do you think I could see it again?"

SILENCE.  SILENCE.  SILENCE.

You deliver the paper next week, when I've time to think about it, okay?

As I was leaving, I turned around to thank him for the drink, and there
hanging out of his blue boxers was half of his cock.  I looked up at him -
he winked - and said - "next week".

I could hardly wait for next week to get there.  I delivered the rest of my
papers so fast, so I could get to Mike's house.  This time I ran up the
stairs and knocked on the door.  He opened it, and stuck his head out and
invited me in.  He was wearing his boxers again, and again offered me a
drink of soda - which I took.  We sat down in the same places as we had the
week before.

This time he started talking. "So you know what you asked me last week?  Are
you still kind-of-interested".  I said that I was and had been waiting all
week.  I told him it wasn't fair that my friends all had had older brothers
who had shown them their cocks, but I hadn't seen one up close.

"Well, I could get in trouble for doing this, you know.  I mean we could go
swimming and you could look at it and" I interrupted that I wanted to see it
up close.  (I was persistant)

"Look, I'd really appreciate if you didn't tell this to anyone.  As far as
I'm concerned you saw me at the YMCA, okay". Okay".

He stood up, and turned his back to me to slip off his boxers.  He stood up
for a minute, then slowly turned around and stood there.
He looked the same as he did in the shower, but this time he was just
standing there for me to look at.  Neither of us said anything. He had a
great body.  Semi-defined - light hair on his chest, stomach and legs - and
lots of hair around his cock - which of course I focused on.

In a few minutes, he walked over to me and stood right in front of me. At
this time I was leaning back in the chair, but just having him this close
was great.  Then, he raised his foot up on the side of my chair, and said,
'Hey buddy, you said you wanted a close look - go ahead - take a close look"

Slowly, I sat up in the chair, and leaned forward.  "You can touch it, it
won't bite you.  If you want to see the whole thing you might have to move
it around a little bit".

I reached forward and took his penis in my hand.  I remember it feeling so
soft and thick, and elastic, not like mine at all.  I lifted up his penis,
and put my hand under his balls and gently lifted them up and down.  I ran
my hand through his mound of pubic hair, and just sat back and stared.

"You really like this don't you"? I nodded.  He said, "You know what, it
feels kind of cool to know that someone admires my body and my penis enough
to want to see it up close.  This is good for my ego"!

"When I grow up I wanna have a body just like yours okay.  And I hope that
my cock grows up as big as yours does too".  "So how far along do have to
go, he asked."

With that, I jumped up and dropped my pants, and there was my tiny penis not
near ready for puberty.

Stand up on the stool for a minute let's just take a look.  With that, he
moved his body up against mine, and put his penis against mine. I remember
the feel of it against my body - and how incredible it felt.  "Holy cow,
that's really big. How old are you anyway?" I asked.

He told me he was 24 years old - 'full grown'.

"Do you know this thing gets even bigger doncha?  Do you know what a boner
is?"

"Is that when you have an erection", I said proudly?

He replied that it was and asked if I wanted him to get it hard. When I said
I did, he went back to sit down in his chair again, spread his legs and told
me if I wanted to watch, I could get a close up. So I hopped on the ottoman
and rolled over to his chair, where his legs were spread, and that soft, big
hairy thing was just hanging there.

He told me that he usually only got it hard when he was thinking about
girls, or when he was out on a date with girls, but he'd be happy to show it
to me.  'Think of me as your big brother and I'll be happy to show you how
things work.

"So he started to play with it, but nothing was happening.  It was still
soft but still big.  He said he was nervous.  He slouched down further on
the chair so his legs could spread wider, and I got a better view, but
nothing much was happening. His fist was around it, and he was pulling and
stroking and caressing his balls.

"Cliff, I'm wondering if you could do me a real special favour".
"Sure anything"I replied.

Can you just pretend my penis is a popsicle, and put it in your mouth and
suck on for a little bit.  I think it will get hard then.

Without hesitating, I picked up his penis and put it in my mouth, and then
spit it out.  "What's wrong, doesn't it taste good"?.

I said that something wasn't right, I wasn't sure, so I just held his penis
for a little bit.

In a few minutes, I got down on my knees, and edged myself in so that my
nose was right on his balls.  I looked up at him, and he told me it was
okay, that alot of guys did this, but usually when they got older. To an
11-year-old his cock was huge.  He told me it was going to get really big so
i better watch it.  Then he took his cock and aimed it at my mouth again.  I
opened up, and he started to stroke it while the tip was in my mouth.  I
loved looking at all the hair around his penis, and the fact that I was this
close to a grown man.

This time when he asked me how it tasted, I told him it was really different
but it was okay.  Now his cock was getting big, and when it got too big, I
couldn't fit it in my mouth and had to take it out.

"Thanks cliff for getting it nice and wet". He sat back further, took his
hands of his dick, and let it sway erect in front of my face. "There you go
- your big brothers fat hard penis - enjoy the scene"! I remember just
sitting between his legs with my face a few inches from his crotch just
staring at his huge penis.

"Okay - gotta finish this show... Then he started to pump his cock really
fast, and told me to sit back, because some stuff was going to come out of
the top.  He kept pumping, and suddenly, all this white stuff shot out of
his penis, into his hair, some on my face, some on his chest.  "That is
semen" he said...babies are made out of that".

I put my hand on his penis again and felt the semen that had dripped down
his penis. Then I just played with it for a few minutes. He was slouched
down in his chair, with one leg on the ottoman and one on the floor. I
waited until his cock was completely soft again. I just kept saying, "this
is so cool - this is so cool'.  He laughed and seemed really happy that I
liked his cock so much.

"Cliff, you better get going.  Wanna kiss it goodbye, he giggled?" I leaned
over, licked it, kissed his bag, and said questioningly - "see you soon?

He walked me to the door, he shook my hand, and I shook his penis goodbye.
Thank you so much.  "Anytime you want to look at your big brother's penis,
you know where to come."  He had to take my hand off his penis so I could
leave. I felt like it was a new pet that I didn't want to leave.

Since the guy wasn't on my regular paper route, I rarely saw him again, but
that whole episode is one that stays in my head still today.

cliff6@hotmail.com