Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2016 14:35:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories Part 1

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Boyhood Sex Memories

These are remembrances of being young.  They are about sex in some way.
Here are several short recollections (from those who have contributed to my
"How I Learned To Masturbate" and my "First Blow Job" series as well as a
few others.)  If I receive more entries that are true recollections, no
fantasies please, I will make this a series of reader's contributions.
This could be good series or a total dud; it depends on the contributions
of the reader.  What do you remember?


1. Edwin

"When I was eight I saw my eleven-year-old brother humping a pillow.  I
came in from outside for something and went upstairs to get it from my
room.  I didn't think anyone was home and I guess my brother thought the
same thing.

He was in a side room that we called a study.  It had a desk where we often
did our homework and a couch on one wall that was visible from the door.
Bill was lying on this couch on some pillows facing away from the door with
his pants down thrusting in a slow rhythm.  I stopped dead in the hall and
only looked for a few seconds.

What I remember was two things.  The first was Bill's naked bottom.  My
brother was husky and his bottom was big.  His thick cheeks and thighs were
thrusting.  I could see everything up between his crack including his
butthole. I didn't know about masturbation so this activity seemed odd, but
only because I had never seen this before.  I knew why my brother was doing
it.  It must be something that felt good.

The second thing that I remember is weird.  It was the two muscles on the
back of my brother's neck were tense as he worked against the pillows.
Seeing Bill's neck like that told me how intense this was for him.

I quietly went back the way I came without Bill hearing me.  I never
mentioned seeing this to my brother or anyone.  I did try the activity
myself and didn't find it that great at age eight.  I did when I was twelve
and I understood then."


2. Sal

"Here is a jerk off story for you Five Hole.  I did it with a lot of guys
when I was twelve and thirteen.  For a couple of months I used to go over
to Bobby and Keith's house and we jerked together.  I wanted to do it with
them when I saw Bobby in the showers.  He was in my grade, eighth, and his
brother was in seventh.  Bobby had dark hair and blue eyes and his brother
was blond.  They both had big dicks, or so I thought until I jerked with
them.

Bobby had some dark pubes and his dick hung down three inches which looked
big and his balls really hung down below that.  You could easily see
Bobby's balls from behind.  Keith's dick was longer and thinner, maybe
three and half hanging and he had smaller balls that really hung down too.
Keith's foreskin was still a little tight, you had to peel it back and push
it forward to move it, it didn't slide quick, it sort of popped over
Keith's cockhead.  Keith's cockhead was a super pale white when you skinned
him back until he got horny when it got pink.  Keith had a few dark and a
few blond hairs above his dick.  My cock was like two inches and didn't
"hang" at all; it just was sticking out "there."  My balls weren't hangers
either but I had dark hair on them like Bobby.

We'd go over to do it at their house and we got naked and jerked each other
one at a time on Bobby's bed.  That's when I found out about "show-ers and
grow-ers."  Bobby's cock didn't get any longer when he got hard, maybe a
half an inch.  He didn't get very hard at all even when he shot.  Keith was
longer and got harder, especially when he was about to shoot, but his dick
was so long and skinny it whipped around when you jerked it.  The other two
things that the brothers had in common was they took at least five minutes
to bust their nut.  It took a lot of jerking to get them off.  And their
balls didn't pull up until about the last ten seconds.  Me, I had a rock
hard four inch missile and I shot in about half the time and my balls
tightened quick.

Hey, different guys, different dicks.  Bobby and Keith had a lot to show
but not much grow."


3. Michael

"I was a second son and my older brother was, by far, dad's favorite.  My
older brother was a genius and I wasn't.  I went my own way as the wild
child to get the only attention I could get from my father which was a
scolding followed by expressions of disappointment before returning to a
bare acknowledgement of my existence with an undercurrent of slight
contempt.

I looked for other ways to get the male attention I craved.  When I was
seven or eight another family moved in next door with a college age son.
He was nice to me as "the neighbor kid."  He had a Nintendo and I craved
video games.  My dad wouldn't buy one for me; my brother was too serious a
scholar to waste time on anything but mathematical puzzles.

David, my new older teen neighbor, let me come in and play when he had the
time.  One of these times he was sitting on the couch to play with me and I
leaned up against him for the pleasure of being in contact with him.  He
didn't object and I went further the next time and sat on his leg as I
played.  I leaned back enjoying the closeness and the opportunity to play
Nintendo.  Which was a greater pleasure to me was a tossup - probably the
Nintendo.

David held me by the waist as I played and I realized that David had an
erection as I rocked about with the controller.  It was, to my mind, just
part of sitting in his lap.  He eventually moved me off him.  I don't think
he "got off."  As a matter of fact, I didn't get to come in and play
Nintendo after that.  But, it began my thinking about men's penises and
then other boy's.  It has been a keen interest ever since, LOL."


4. Steve

"One of my mixed memories is running around my cousin's rec room at no more
than age five and us opening our shorts and pulling our whites down and
showing and feeling each other's dicks.  It was so exciting that we were
squealing loud enough for my uncle to come downstairs.  We were punished
and didn't dare do it again.

Remember cleaning up with toilet paper?  Either alone or when cleaning up
from a friendly mutual jerking session, it would be a gooey mess and if you
didn't flush it it would form a yellow, crusty and easily identifiable
dried lump in the trash.  Plus, the piece of TP that would glue itself to
your dickhead like wallpaper and would hurt if you peeled it without water.
I always worried that if someone saw the TP on my dick that they would know
what I had been up to.

Another embarrassment was showering in PE in junior high.  Many Nifty Young
Friends stories have shower fantasies.  When I was thirteen getting a boner
in the shower was a cause of great anxiety.  If someone got even a half a
boner, and you weren't supposed to be looking remember, it was something
that was hidden with shame and fear of being called out.

Another quick memory is rushing home after school to get a jerk in before
my mother got home.  I had, at most, about a twenty minute window and I
would run upstairs to the bathroom and jerk off in four or five minutes.  I
could get naked, jerk off in the mirror and be done in five.  If I used
lotion, I would have to allow for a clean up of one or two minutes.  It was
a rush in more ways than one.  There was nothing worse than not being
finished and hearing your name called and trying to hide what you were
doing in the bathroom."


5.  Connor

"I liked to wrestle my friends, especially around age ten.  It was
pre-sexual for me as far as conscious intent.  I loved the feel of
struggling mightily, grappling, and falling on top of my buddies.  These
were all clothed encounters.  Nearing age eleven, I had boners doing this
more and more.  I did get to see one of my classmate's naked butt when his
pants were pulled down but that's as far as that went.  Some of these
wrestling sessions were almost dry humps to be honest but I didn't realize
it as sexual until I reached eleven.  I became embarrassed by getting
erections when I knew what they meant!"


6.  Freddy

"I remember getting horny when I was around eleven or twelve but before I
learned, self-taught, about jacking off.  This was a long time ago and if
you were a kid you would repurpose your jeans by making cut offs for the
summer.  This wasn't unusual.

I was a good kid and I always wore underwear but at about this time I
decided to be daring and go without in the heat of the summer.  It was
cool, literally, and exciting.  The feeling of being loose in my shorts and
hot and sweaty was arousing to me.  I would get semi erections pedaling
around on my bike.  This was dangerous as I had, and still do, a long
penis.  If I let it, my cock could slip free when I was half hard and it
would be partially outside the leg opening.  I had this happen when
pedaling and I sort of liked having my cock half out.  I could slide it
back in with my hand so it wouldn't show if anyone was near.

I figured out how to masturbate when I was just turning twelve and the next
summer I found my now tight cut offs to be sexually arousing.  I was
starting to mature and the cut offs I made were very snug because I had
grown in such a short time.  As a matter of fact, I could only wear the cut
offs for a short time that summer because I literally outgrew them.  The
shorts were very tight on my butt and pedaling around made it very
stimulating.  I was now springing hard wood all the time and it made it
very uncomfortable, physically, it could be painful adjusting my now five
inch boner and socially, adjusting it was noticeable.

I can remember bicycling and having to stop and jerk off: a; because it
felt good, and b; because I couldn't bicycle with the painful rod in my
shorts.  I can still remember stopping in the park along a path and going
into the woods to bust one out of necessity.  I can still, to this day,
recall the feel of the sweat and my slippery cock head in the cotton denim
while bicycling in the summer sun. Yeah!"


7.  Nikolas

"My greatest sexual experience as a teenager was with my neighbor Mattias.
He lived next to me for a few years when he was ten to thirteen and I was
thirteen to fifteen.  He looked up to me, figuratively, like an older
brother.  He didn't look up to me literally because Matt was an extremely
big guy.  He was 180cm tall at twelve, which was my height and 183cm at
thirteen!

Matt was a very nice boy and rather naïve.  I, on the other hand, had
been masturbating feverishly since I turned eleven, two or three times a
day and couldn't get enough of thinking about sex.  Matt and I weren't best
friends but we were friendly enough to spend time together.  When he was
twelve Matt asked me some questions about girls, whom I had been "dating,"
and it led to our having almost a year of boy sex.

I asked him what he knew, which wasn't much, and I invited him to my room
to look at sex information on my laptop.  He said he knew about
masturbation and I asked him if he wanted to do it with me while we looked
at pictures online.  I found out Matt didn't know about the best part of
masturbation, he had only been handling his penis with no orgasm.  I showed
him how to do it and came in front of him.  He followed suit and got off
for the first time but with no come.  His penis didn't look that big given
his size but it was as long as mine, 12 cm, and he was just starting to get
hair above his penis.

We got together about every day if we could be alone.  We mutually
masturbated each other for several weeks and then we started wrestling each
other.  I was stronger and more muscled; Matt was soft but still big.  We
rubbed our erections on one another and I would come on him; I was usually
on top.  After a number of months Matt was beginning to get clear, runny
ejaculations so we switched and took turns, whoever was going to come would
get on top.

In time I asked if he would let me fuck him and I did.  I was thinking
about fucking Matt every minute of the day afterwards.  He fucked me also.
It was too intense for me and he is the only guy I ever allowed to do it to
me.  I was so horny for him that sometimes I couldn't wait and would just
get him on my bed and push his underwear aside.  He didn't like that too
much as it made him sore down there.

When his family moved I cried.  The last day we kissed goodbye, unseen by
our parents, something we hadn't done before.  My first true romantic
kiss."


8.  Steven

"At family reunions I would stay with my cousin Ralph in the attic bedroom;
isolated and no one could overhear what went on.  There was one double bed
we shared.

I was twelve and masturbating religiously, morning and night.  The first
morning I was laying face down in my pillow, hand underneath me in my
pajama bottoms, rubbing and humping away.  Ralph woke up and I saw him look
over.  He didn't say anything so I didn't stop and got my come.  Ralph
asked what I was doing and I said I'd tell him that night.

That night I checked the door and asked my cousin if he jacked off.  He
said he didn't know what that was.  "Was that what you were doing this
morning?"  I said, "Yeah, you want me to show you?"  Bottoms half down, I
laid on my back and jacked to a dry come while Ralph looked.  Now it was
his turn.

I was a fit and taller twelve years old: Ralph was a husky, thick boy.  He
was only kind of fat, Ralphie was beefy-thighed and barrel chested.  He
took his bottoms down and he had a hairless sack and a cut helmet.  I
jerked his maybe three inches and he stiffened up after a few minutes with
a shiver.

The next morning Ralph was awake before me and asked if we could do it
again.  I said, "Let's try something better.  I'm going to hump you, take
off your bottoms."  I got him hard and pulled down my bottoms and got on
Ralph.  I humped him and he got off and I did too.  We did this for the
rest of the week.  We even went to take a "nap" one afternoon so we could
do it again.

When I think back, I see Ralph on top of my grandma's quilt with his top
pushed up and no bottoms on.  I can still feel his big belly beneath me and
his big thighs wrapped around me.

We didn't do it again after that reunion.  I'm definitely a "chubby chaser"
now because of my experience with Ralph those years ago."


9.  Tim

"Summer camp.  I was eleven and Rusty, fourteen, was our cabin leader.
Yeah, he had red hair.  We'd all go to the lake to swim.  1960s cotton swim
trunks.  Rusty had a cock that hung four inches easy.  You couldn't not see
it, head and all, outlined in the cotton.  And I looked all I could.  It
was my first dream cock."  (conversation)


10.  Sonny

"I had a much older brother.  I was eight and my brother was nearly
sixteen.  I was on the floor and he was sitting in a chair in his underwear
and, the way the fabric of his fly folded, I could see his cock.  He didn't
know I could.  My brother and I are cut and I could see the naked, pink
mushroom head sitting there nice and plump.  Of course it looked much, much
larger than mine.  That was my first awareness of having an interest in
cock."  (same conversation as above)


11.  Travis

"I was thirteen and with another guy Dane who was thirteen but about a half
a year older.  The difference was he was physically more mature than me.
Not mentally, though because he was crazy.  Like ADD crazy, not psycho.  It
was summer vacation and we went out in the woods one Saturday and got
drunk.  We went to some houses that were under construction.  Dane needed
to piss and opens his shorts and pisses right on the unfinished floor and
drywall!  He was laughing as he did it.  I pissed on the floor but not on
the drywall as I knew my old man would kick my ass if he found out I did
that.

What I noticed most was Dane's dick.  It was a long four inches and thick.
He got half hard as he pissed.  He was red in the face and looked really
fucked up.  He didn't care that I was looking at his meat.  He started
stroking it and then showed it proudly.  He then went over to the other
side of the room and took a drop cloth and layed it on the floor.

He sat down and pushed his jeans shorts to his knees and started beating
his meat.  I got hard watching.  He spread his legs and did some seriously
hard jerking.  We jerked for probably five minutes and I was turned on
seeing his thick cock and the risk of being caught.  When Dane came, it was
like an explosion from a fire hose.  He shot come probably six times and it
ran down his stomach and leg like a pearl river.  I shot a couple good ones
but nothing like Dane.  He sat there with his dick in his hand, smiling and
looking dazed for a long time.

We got drunk together through ninth grade but never did anything again."


12.  Lawrence

"Five Hole, you ought to do a set of reader stories on "first wet dreams."
I remember mine like it was yesterday not fifteen years ago.

In my dream I was climbing the rope in gym class.  I was pulling harder and
harder with my arms and going higher and higher on the ropes.  My best
friend Kevin was holding the rope at the bottom to steady it and it was
taut between my legs.  I had an erection and it, and my arms, were burning
hotter and hotter as I climbed.  I was breathing hard with the effort.
Suddenly, I felt panicky - I was going to pass out and fall!  I tried to
warn Kevin when I lost my grip and fell down the rope with a gasp, the rope
burning between my legs.

That's when I woke up.

It seemed like I had fallen into my bed.  I lay there stunned as if I had.
My stiffly erect penis was pulsing in my tented underwear, pumping out
liquid which leaked through the dark blue cotton fabric.  I lay there
panting.  I looked down and saw the wet spot.  I pulled the fabric aside
and released my cut three inches from the leg hole.  I saw a clear liquid
and I knew it wasn't pee.  I felt the inside of my briefs and it felt
slightly slick.  I finally made my way to the bathroom and investigated
this mystery further.

I was twelve when this happened and had started growing taller over the
last few months.  We had been climbing ropes in gym and I had gotten an
erection doing so, but not as intense as in my dream.  The ropes did have a
burning sensation on my inner thighs. I didn't know about ejaculation but I
found out by looking in some books and ran across the terms "wet dream" and
"nocturnal emission."  I also read about puberty and masturbation.  I am
glad our library had that information!  I had no hair anywhere on my body
when this happened but my scrotum had darkened slightly.  Within two months
I spotted some lengthening pubes.  I was studying my body daily in the
mirror and enjoying my new found experiment in biological science.

I hope this story will add to your collection and others will send in their
"wet dream" stories."


I placed Lawrence's recollection last because I agree with him that we
should have a set of "First Wet Dream" stories.  Send them in!  FHP


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