Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2017 01:44:26 -0400 (EDT)
From: Five Hole Punch <fiveholepunch@comcast.net>
Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories  Supplement Ten

Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Ten

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137.  Antony

"I was about eight or thereabouts.  We had a separate garage way in back of
the house and some older vehicles in there.  There was an old four door
Buick Deuce with velour seats.  I liked to go and get inside and take my
clothes off, usually everything but my shoes and socks as the floor was
dirty.  I liked doing something I shouldn't and getting naked was exciting
to me.  I would jerk my cock to get it hard either sitting in the seat or
kneeling on it.  I liked to expose the head of my cock and leave my
foreskin back.  I liked the feel of the fuzzy cloth seats on my naked body.
I didn't have an orgasm from this masturbation but I liked doing it.  This
is the first time I remember masturbating."


138.  Mickey

"I hit puberty at eleven, I mean actually having hairs around my dick.  The
problem was my dick was about two inches hard, no joke.  I was on a swim
team and older boys could see me and made fun of my boner.  And I was
getting them.  I was getting them because I was gay and in a locker room
with 30 other naked boys.  I pretty much knew it and the older boys, like
thirteen and fourteen, could tell I was gay too.

I had sex with my friend Derek who was twelve, he was on the swim team too.
He didn't have hair yet at all and his dick was twice the size of mine.  We
rubbed boners at his house and I had an orgasm with come for the first time
from doing that.  He could have orgasms but no come.  He would grab me and
rub his dick on my behind.  We masturbated naked in his bed.  We jacked
each other to about ten orgasms a night.  We slept naked in his bed on
sleepovers.  My best memories."


139.  Geoff

"I was 13 and another neighborhood boy I knew was a little older.  We ended
up jacking together, not doing each other just ourselves.  Dennis had a
cock you could die for, thick and uncut.  I was envious and wanted to do
more than look.  After a few times at my house he asked me over.  He had a
little brother Carl.  He had Carl trained to unzip his trousers and suck
him when he went up to his room after school.  I watched his 10 year old
brother give him head and jack him.  Dennis told Carl to get undressed.
Dennis had him lie down naked on the bed.  I thought there was no way Carl
was going to get that big cock into his little brother.  I was right,
Dennis just humped his ass.  Carl sucked me a little, my first BJ, about 10
seconds worth.  Then Dennis had Carl sit between us and jack us both off.
I came hard from seeing Carl naked jacking me and his brother and watching
Dennis' big cock pump his load.  I only jacked with Dennis once or twice
more.  About six months after this Carl got caught sucking some 30 year old
guy in the neighborhood, a big scandal."


140.  Dan

"You know I am into leather, latex and vinyl.  Here's why.  When I was 12
my family got a computer and I used to go online to get porn, any porn, not
just gay, there wasn't much choice then.  This computer was in our (barely)
finished basement and besides a desk and chair was an old, black vinyl
couch.  I would get whatever time I could alone in the basement with the
computer and I would masturbate, quickly so I didn't get caught, my parents
were uptight prudes.  I would do that sitting or standing and I could get
my (dry) come in minutes.  When I had more time, and knew more about sex, I
would lay over on the arm of the couch and hump it.  When I was 13 I had my
first ejaculation humping the arm of that couch.  It was something about
the initial stickiness and half painful friction and then the slipperiness
with sweat and pre-come and then the complete slimy, smoothness of coming
that hooked me.  I wanted that feeling again.

So, no one knew about computers in my family and I didn't know anything
either.  My father found out about caches first, I guess the computer was
running slow, and he called me down to the basement and confronted me about
looking at "vile" things.  He went off and I was tearful and apologetic but
he only got madder.  He had me take my pants down and he gave me the belt,
first time in years, over the arm of that couch!  No, I didn't come but I
did have an erection (I had a big one by 13) when my father finished the
beating which freaked him out.  He's lucky I didn't end up totally into S/M
because of that whipping!"


141.  Conrad

"I grew up in Missouri, downstate.  It was like Huckleberry Finn.  We boys
would go down to the river and we would swim bare ass.  We also did piss
games.  When I was twelve and thirteen, I would go down with one or two of
my friends to do the same stuff we did as a little kids but now we jacked
off in the weeds.  We jacked right quick after a swim for fear of being
discovered.  We also went down just to jack.  We took our pants off and
jacked naked from the waist down.

David was bigger but not older than me.  We went down to the river to jack
one time and he asked if I ever had a blow job.  I didn't know what that
was and he said it was when someone licks your cock.  He said he would do
it to me if I would do it to him and I agreed.  I was hard and he leaned
over and licked the tip of my penis with the tip of his tongue.  It
tickled.  Then he sort of kissed the tip bouncing up as soon as his lips
touched.  He then opened his mouth and put just the end of my cock in his
mouth and closed his lips and pulled up, he wasn't going down, just up.
Then he pulled my foreskin down and licked my head with his tongue.  That
was very intense especially when he used the tip on my ridge.  Finally he
put my cock in his mouth but didn't suck.

Now it was my turn.  David jacked to get hard and then I did what he did in
the exact same order, except, at the end, I started sucking him up AND
down.  He told me to keep doing that.  Just before he came, we weren't
shooting much, he told me to pull off and he jacked himself off.  I did the
same.  That was my only blow job I ever gave.  We promised we wouldn't tell
anyone and we didn't.

I liked seeing other boy's cocks and watching them jack got me excited back
then.  But I went on to girls.  I've been married for 23 years and I've
been faithful to my wife always.  I am definitely not gay.  I looked at gay
porn to see men's cocks but it wasn't the same.  I guess for me it was a
boyhood experience and only that."


142.  Jean-Paul

"I started masturbating at twelve years old.  I discovered it on my own but
I don't remember how exactly.  I did it three different ways.  One, I would
use both hands and put pressure on my crotch with flat palms and grind my
hips in circles.  I did this with my clothes on or with them off.  This is
the first way I masturbated.  The second was that I would grind my hips
into my bed, again with clothes on or off.  I loved getting naked in my
sheets and rubbing my penis vigorously like I was having sex. I am
circumcised and the top of my penis would be red and sore from friction
when I was done.  I would put my face in my pillow because I would make
noise when the feelings became intense and especially when I had an orgasm
so I had to be careful.  The third way was jerking my erection in the
traditional way.  When I did this on my back I would lift my hips in the
air and jerk my penis roughly.  It was only a matter of weeks before I
learned all three ways and did all three every time when I was in my
bedroom.

I was very enthusiastic and couldn't resist masturbating even when I was
outside of my home.  I could get an orgasm in two minutes and several in
ten or fifteen.  I found one of my friends knew about masturbation and we
started doing this together in my bedroom."


143.  Len

"Here is my first sexual experience.  I grew up on a small farm.  I knew
how animals reproduced and understood that people did it similar by the
time I was 6 or 7.  When I was 11 there was another boy who stayed with a
family near our farm for the summer.  His name was Bo, he was 12.  Bo and I
played all over the woods and I saw him naked when we went in the creek
upstream from our place.  Bo told me he knew how to French kiss and he
would show me.  I didn't have an inkling what that was.

We went in our barn and took off all our clothes.  Bo told me how to French
kiss was you opened your mouth when you kissed.  Bo had his mouth wide open
and I did the same and he put his mouth on mine.  Then he said you touch
tongues.  We both stuck out our tongues and touched the tips together.  We
were holding each other and touching tongues then laffing about it.  Then
he put me down on some sacks and gave me a real strong kiss forcing his
tongue on mine.  It went on and on.

The next day Bo said we should go to the feed room.  I wanted to go again.
When we took off our clothes I had half a bone on.  We did the kissing
again.  We both got hardons.  Bo asked if I wanted to kiss his dick as if
it were the most natural thing in the world.  He sat down and I went down
on my knees and kissed his dick and balls.  I liked it.  I figured out how
to suck his dick by instinct.  I liked his taste.  That time he didn't suck
me.

We did this all summer in the woods and anywhere.  I didn't have no orgasms
and even tho Bo was bigger than me I don't think he did neither.  I just
had real tense feelings that felt good.  I liked it best when Bo and I
hugged when we were all hot and sweaty.  He rubbed my head and back when I
sucked him, that felt good.  That was my first sexual experience.  I
learned to beat off the next year but no Bo.  I beat off with other boys
and sucked a few."


144.  Jim

"Prologue

I am 80 years old and grew up in the dark ages of sex information: before
computers and its sexual images, before DVD's, VCR's, and even TV, instant
photography and Playboys. Our environment was very anti-sexual, designed to
keep sex, sexual experience and knowledge away from children. So my friends
and my beginning experience of childhood sex began very differently than
expressed by many who have contributed to this forum, but ended up very
much the same. Why? Because of kids, both younger and older, instead of
media, who provided the clues for us to enjoy our bodies.

Our Brainwashed Childhood and the First Clues of Enlightenment

My first recollection at 4-6 years old is being so tightly tucked in to my
bed at night, lying on my back with my arms at my sides so that I couldn't
move them. I protested.  I was told that the sole purpose of my "pee-pee"
was to "pee", not to play with and my arms were tucked to my sides to
remind me of that.  Apparently many other kids had similar messages given
to them because my playmates showed little or no interest in seeing other
boys naked. I can remember sleepovers when I observed friends naked only
when we changed into our pajamas and we exchanged only momentary glances of
each other's privates and spoke briefly of whatever differences we had
observed.  Likewise, while playing games almost full time in the woods
which sloped steeply to a valley below our neighborhood we never displayed
sexual interest in each other, stopping our play only to let one of us
"pee" behind a tree before resuming whatever we were doing. This sexual
disinterest continued among the quite a few groups of friends I had in
different circumstances all the way until 10-11 years old.

My first clue that the penis was actually an appendage of pleasure came
from an infant. It was during World War II. People were called upon to do
unusual things. So it was that I, at the age of 9, was asked to babysit a
3-6? month old baby boy. It was either during training or my actual sitting
that there was a need to change diapers. While cleaning up the mess causing
the diaper change, I had to clean up the infant's "pee-pee". When wiping
the kid's genitals I noticed he was gurgling, cooing, smiling, even maybe
giggling and wiggling his arms and legs. Ahaa! He enjoyed it!  Hmmm!

At the same period of time, while I recognized a small amount of pleasure
when peeing, I experienced greater enjoyment while "pooping".  The poop,
particularly when thick and more difficult to pass, created a very pleasant
sensation while passing through the anal ring. Consequently, I established
my first perversion.  I'd save up my poop, then see how big a splash I
could make when letting it go, enjoying the process greatly.  Now the
trouble began. In order to make a bigger splash, I raised my bum higher and
higher from the toilet, eventually standing on the toilet bowl before
letting go. This wasn't good enough so I tried to climb on the top of the
toilet storage tank to deliver my load, and in the process knocked over a
bottle of bath salts which smashed to bits on the bathroom floor.  I can't
remember how I explained my way out of this one, but it ended my poop
adventures.

Now we advance to the 10-11 age period where my own penis adventures begin,
remembering my baby sitting clue of `if a baby can enjoy his wiener being
rubbed, why can't I'?  I'm sure I must have had morning wood as a result of
needing to pee, but I wasn't conscious of having physical stimulation
causing a boner until MY MOTHER did it.  My mother's perversion comes into
play as my next clue to sexual enjoyment. All kids take baths, but not all
kids are examined after they take their baths. From age ?? to age 10 my
mother closely examined my penis after almost every bath. Why? She said it
was to determine whether I had cleaned away the "smegma", that cheesy
substance that collects in the groove behind the crown. It apparently could
be a hygienic problem for boys with uncircumcised penises, but I was
circumcised and she almost never found any on me. If she did she showed it
to me and explained that is why she was able to manipulate my penis (for
health purposes) whereas I wasn't allowed to do it. In any event, at about
age 10, I found her messing with my penis caused me to start boning up and
I was mortified.  I strongly protested, saying I was old enough to take
care of my own penis. I can't remember how I kept her away from me but I do
remember my Pediatrician resolving the issue on my behalf. I was now
prepared for sexual enlightenment.

The Big Clue- The Road to Enlightenment

I attended a Summer Camp whose major focus was canoeing and overnight canoe
camping. Trouble is that younger campers were excluded and had to spend
their time "in camp" doing the normal Summer Camp things.  There were 5 of
us younger campers, however, who were bigger than normal for our age, had
passed all of the older camper swimming and canoeing requirements, and
insisted we be allowed to go on canoe trips. We won, but we had to go as a
group and were permanently assigned to two specific counselors who led us
because they had to. The advantage was that the 5 of us campers became good
buds. Three different other, and less well developed kids, filled in for
the required number of campers to go on a trip. And now, finally, sex
enters the picture. Probably each of the 5 of us were ready for sexual
adventure, but none of us knew it. Although we dressed and undressed
together, went swimming naked together and could recognize we began to look
different than younger kids, we paid next to no attention to it. Other
activities were more important. Until, for me, the Big Clue.

One of the "other" kids on one of our trips tried to lead us into "new"
activity.  We had just landed at our campsite for the night. We were
setting up camp and had just finished pitching our tents. One of the "new"
campers --- I wish I could remember his name -- I'll call him Scott---
called us to his tent. He was lying on his tent floor – hadn't set up
his sleeping bag yet--- pants down to his knees, moving his fingers up and
down his penis, working on his boner. "Care to join me?", he said. "What
for?", we said.  "It feels really good. Maybe we could do it together", he
said, his small penis standing.  "Where did you learn to do it?", we
asked. "My father's a Doctor", he said.  "Oh", we said, and declined his
offer. As we went back to preparing the campsite, building a fire, etc., he
yelled after us, "You don't know what you are missing!"

So that night the five of us older `buds' got together in one tent, pulled
our pants down and began jiggling our penises. I can't remember how long we
did this, but the upshot was we didn't even get boners, probably self
-consciousness and embarrassment.  "It's not doing anything for us. Maybe
it's doing something for Scott, but he hasn't even started growing
yet—doesn't even have any growth down there. Maybe `cause he's a
Doctor's kid his father taught him something he didn't tell us." We were
anti-sex brainwashed, but now not totally ignorant about basic physical
details of sexual maturity.

Scott's demonstration was the major piece of knowledge I learned that
Summer. The other thing I learned because every Saturday ALL of us campers
had to bathe together naked at the swimming compound.  I noticed I was one
of the very few in my age group who was beginning to grow pubes and had a
penis and balls which were changing color and beginning to grow as well.

ENLIGHTENMENT

Now comes the BIG day on which it all comes together. It's the Halloween
night after the Summer Camp experience. I've just turned 12. My best
neighborhood bud, Billy, is 13, but is a year behind in school because he
stayed back a year. Billy and I have probably have exposed ourselves to
each other because I know that Billy is nearly as developed as I am. Billy
and I are gathered with the older neighborhood kids under a street light
reviewing our Halloween night experiences. After about an hour of bragging
about our "tricking" experiences, inflating their "badness", and otherwise
posturing for the benefit of all, Dave, one of the older ones, says to his
friends, "We better get going home. Otherwise we won't have time to jerk
off before going to bed", then as an aside to us younger ones, Dave says,
"you probably don't know what it's all about yet, but when you develop
pubes, you'll learn." WELL, Dave's challenge didn't take long to
register. On the way home, I said to myself, "Hey, wait a minute, Dave said
you needed to have pubes to jerk off. I have pubes and I already know how
to "jerk". I should be able to find out what this "jerk ... OFF" is all
about." I rushed home, got ready for bed, and for the first time in my life
paid full attention and respect for this wonderful instrument that had been
begging for my attention.

I lay back in bed, rubbing and playing with my penis and it welcomed my
attention, growing hard.  I hadn't recognized that it had grown in recent
months. It was now easy to grasp, 2 or 3 fingers and thumb at a time along
the sides of it instead of over the top. It felt GOOD!  Soon I was jacking
it, wondering what "Off" meant. It took a long time before I passed the
point where `feeling good' indicated I should go "pee", but the longer I
jerked the better my penis felt. After 10-15 minutes I stopped momentarily
to rub the tip which sent exciting shivers up my spine. Holy Cow, this felt
good! I could stop now and have already had the most enjoyable experience I
had ever had with my penis, but I now wanted to continue the increasing
pleasure and there was still that nagging question of what "OFF" meant, so
I kept on going. Soon the pleasurable feelings both traveling through my
balls and penis and also up my spine became so intense I started to get
scared. I stopped momentarily to catch my breath. "Keep going", a voice
inside me was saying, "you still don't know what `Off' means, but I think
you must be getting closer".  My penis was beginning to throb and twitch in
synch with my thumping heart. Then, with only a few more yanks, it was
"HOLY SHIT", "JESUS CHRIST", "OH WOW!!!". My penis spasmed in my hand, my
pelvis jerked involuntarily, a great intensely pleasurable wave traveled up
my spine such that I thought my head was going to pop open and spill my
brain out. I think I lost consciousness for a moment and when I came to, my
penis was spraying drops all over the place. I panicked and thought maybe a
flood was coming next, and holding on to my thrashing penis, jumped out of
bed and scrambled to the bathroom next door. Of course, when I got to the
toilet, there were only a few more droplets to expel, but my commotion
aroused the attention of my mother, who called from her bedroom, "Are you
all right, Jim?" Still panicked, but now for fear of being caught in the
most naughty experience of my entire life, I answered back, "I thought I
was going to throw up and raced to the bathroom, but it turned out to be
just a gigantic burp. I'm all right now. You can go back to sleep". A
`gigantic burp'? Well I suppose you could call it that. I staggered back to
bed and laid down, exhausted, but totally relaxed. What a wonderful
feeling.

Now I had time to comprehend what had happened.  First was the marvel over
what had been the most pleasurable experience of my entire life. EVER!!!
Next, rubbing my entire body, I still felt incredible pleasure from
touching myself, anywhere from the inside of my legs, to my stomach, to my
teats, to my neck and my ears, and back down to my bum and down to my
ankles and feet. And now I decidedly knew what "OFF" meant. I wondered how
many orgasmic "Offs" I had missed because of my sex-negative upbringing.
Then there was Billy. I couldn't wait to tell him about my experience so
maybe he could enjoy his first CUM too. The next day I `phoned him, and
that night he had HIS first CUM. And THAT started our:

YEAR LONG SEX PARTY!

It wasn't but a few days before one or our mothers was away for the
afternoon and we were able to jack off together. It never occurred to us
that anything was `wrong' with this. We knew each other well, liked each
other and always did `fun' things together.  It took us quite a few `get
togethers' before we exhausted the preliminary phase of comparing each
other's equipment, how long it took us to `shoot', how much and how far we
shot, and how it felt to `do' each other. Strangely enough, for the entire
year we never thought to do anything anal or oral. We spent a lot of time
collecting bottles with various size openings to act as jerk off aids and
had `graduation ceremonies' each time we needed a bottle with a larger
opening to accommodate our growing penises. More time was spent collecting
various kinds of fabrics and other materials to wrap around our tools and
compare what they felt like while jacking.  Since we had to spend a lot of
time outside because our mothers were often home, other places to jack off
became a source of exploration. We explored all the places around the
neighborhood we could jerk off, then would ride our bikes to places further
afield. We discovered the excitement of doing it in places we might be
caught, and found we could we even get away with doing it out in the open
if we thought about `cover up' plans. Houses being built had a special
attraction. We could leave our `mark' in each and every room, although
finished floors marked the limits of our deposits because they could be
cleaned up (not by us, what would be the point of that?). We were gentlemen
and didn't do vertical surfaces once dry walls were installed. We loved
idly walking by these houses and hearing the workmen saying things like
"Those brats have been at it again."

Before talking about Billy's and my Winter period, I should also mention
that somehow I became the "go to" guy in 7th Grade for learning how to do
the deed. Using a pencil (with a red eraser on the top, of course) as a
prop, I would rub my thumb and a couple of fingers up and down the pencil,
saying "This is how you `jerk'. Keep doing this with your tool and it
should feel better and better. Continue doing it and you will eventually
learn what `OFF' means. THAT experience is too hard to explain beforehand,
but you will know it when it happens. If it doesn't feel better and better
the more you jerk, maybe your body isn't ready and you should hold off for
a month or two and try again." I enjoyed the smiles, thumbs up and the
other positive feedback I got after the "off"s occurred.

Now back to Billy's and my sex party. Winter weather caused us to cut back
our frequency. Mothers were home more often, and then there was the
COLD. We could either join it or beat it.  We did a bit of both.

Billy and I were Boy Scouts, not good ones, mind you, but good enough to
have passed the tests to allow us to go Winter Camping. On Camp-outs there
were two choices. Wait until bed or wake-up time and huddle together in
zipped together sleeping bags. This was OK, but at night we were often too
tired because of group campfire activity and in the morning we had to
anticipate wake up reveille. The other possibility for Winter enjoyment was
pulling our dicks out through the flies of our warm clothing and hopefully
grabbing enough skin to do the job. Not nearly as much fun as warm weather
freedom. However, the always imaginative Billy thought of a way to make it
more adventuresome. All of us campers had to make our own campfires to earn
points towards our merit badges. For some reason, probably to get warm and
maybe have a few beers, the Scout leaders retreated to their cabin after
making sure all of us had gathered enough sticks, wood and whatever else
burnable to start our fires. Luckily, we weren't required to rub sticks
together to start the fire, but were furnished matches. Billy had a
brilliant idea. Since all of us campers made our fires in close proximity,
why not have a big group jerk off. How did he organize this? He spread the
word that, of course, all of us knew what would happen if we peed on our
fledgling fires. We would put them out. What would happen, however, if we
jizzed on our fires instead? He upped the ante by saying that those who
were able to deposit their cum on a log whose top surface was not yet
burned so that we could see the results of cum being heated, deserved a
special prize.  There were a lot of takers, so that we all got to watch as
heated cum sizzled and then blackened before being burned up, which caused
some wag in the group to wonder what would happen if we used cum to coat
marshmallows before heating them in a campfire.  When the leaders returned
to inspect our fires, they encountered a bunch of giggling, happy campers.

Billy's and my other Wintertime activity was to take photos of our penises
every which way. Younger readers of this account need to understand this
was before digital photography, and involved putting the image formed by
taking the photo onto a roll of film, which was then unrolled to make a
film strips, and immersed in a liquid in the dark to make "negative"
images. Each image of a snapshot on film was then pressed against a special
white paper and flashed with a bright light much the same as in a
photocopier, but in the dark because the white paper used back then to make
"prints" of the snapshots would fully blacken if exposed to daylight. You
would then immerse the white paper into a liquid "developer", and, in
almost dark conditions, would watch as the image of the snapshot gradually
formed on the paper, then take the paper out and rinse it in water when the
image was fully formed, then dry the paper "positive" photos on a rack. The
space to do all this with all of the equipment needed was called a
"darkroom" and serious amateur photographers all had one. And Billy did
too.

So Billy had an excuse to be in his basement working in his darkroom, and
we had much greater flexibility in taking our penis pictures and developing
them even with his mother wandering around upstairs. I think we waited
until she was out of the house when we did our most creative work, however.
The best pose we concocted, I think, was to have our left foot up on a
table so that the thigh was horizontal. The right leg would be out of the
way as much as possible. The penis would be stimulated to just before
cumming so that it stretched hard as iron alongside the left thigh with the
balls up tight against the base. The photo taken from the rear, below and
slightly to the side of the asshole gave the exciting impression of a long
spear, ready for battle by entering the nearest available aperture. I got a
serious boner every time I watched the image of this pose gradually emerge
when the photo paper was placed in the developer fluid, possibly from
remembering the exquisite tension of a rock hard cock just waiting to cum
when the snapshots had been taken. Of course Billy, the photographer, had
to take several different pictures of the same pose to make sure he got it
right.

I end this section by saying that our pornographic photo activity
eventually doomed our yearlong sex party, and, in fact, Billy's and my
relationship.  But we still had our final Spring and Summer activities to
enjoy.

Remember the past Summer I was sent to Summer Camp.  The decision for the
coming Summer had to be made and I dreaded it because it meant I would not
be with Billy. Almost worse, I thought my masturbation would have to stop,
or, at least be seriously curtailed. How could I do it with so many other
guys and counselors around in close proximity all the time?  My parents
saved the day. They had decided they wanted to buy a Summer cottage, but
they could not afford to send both my brother who wanted to be a camp
counselor and me back to camp and buy the cottage too. Would it be alright
with me to spend the Summer at a cottage on the lake instead of going to
camp?  YES! Now I wouldn't have to worry about my masturbation
activities. Now comes the amazing part. Unknown to my parents, the cottage
they bought was three houses away from Billy's parents' cottage, a highly
unlikely coincidence since my mother and Billy's mother despised each
other. Now Billy and I would be able to spend the Summer together but with
new places to explore – and jack off. I will mention only three which
were very different from the ones we had already experienced.

Across the road behind our cottages there was a very large heavily wooded
area.  It had a stream that trickled over a cliff creating a small
waterfall, a steep pathway to the top and a streambed leading to farmers'
fields above, providing for many enjoyable days for 13 yr. olds'
exploration. Not all of Billy's and my time together was spent jerking off
– only at rest stops during our hiking excursions. The day's long trips
included a new innovation – picnic lunches we carried with us, which
provided us with at least two ideas for our FAVORITE activity. Some of our
lunches contained peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. One day, at picnic
time we opened our lunches, then the PBJ sandwiches, and looked at each
other with the same idea, dropped our pants and briefs, peeled open the
sandwiches and used the sticky, slimy PBJ covered bread as sleeves for a
very satisfying JO session. Good idea. But then we decided make our own
sandwiches in order to bring along full jars so we could have one sticky
and one slimy session humping the jars. Bad Idea. Neither of us could get
off fucking the peanut butter and jelly filled jars. Another bad
idea. Neither of us could get off sticking our penises under the water
which fell off the cliff into a pool below. The water was too cold. Those
were the best new ideas we used to supplement our normal JO breaks in the
final period of our yearlong sex party. You can tell we were getting pretty
jaded.

That Fall our party ended very abruptly.  As mentioned, Billy was an
amateur photographer. What do amateur photographers do with all of the
paper snapshots they take?  They could just throw them in a box and hide
the sex ones, but instead, amateur photographers spend time to meticulously
place ALL photos in albums. Guess what. Billy placed all of our penis
pictures in an album. I did not know this or I would have told him this was
a dangerous idea. Guess what again. Billy's mother found them. So ended our
relationship. Billy was forbidden to see me, speak to me, or communicate in
any way, shape or form. Billy's mother was a woman to be feared, so Billy
obeyed. I found out about the circumstances in one very brief, goodbye
conversation he had with me when he was sure his mother was away. I can't
remember even seeing Billy again for forty years. I became interested in
sports. Billy became interested in collecting.  40 years later I purposely
looked him up then when I heard he was dying of cancer.

YOUTHFUL SEXUAL ACTIVITIES OF NOTE AFTER BILLY

Except for three rather humorous events, my guy to guy sexual activity
ceased until my 30's when I admitted to my bisexuality and started having a
few new gay encounters. My new friends were all `fully'? heterosexual. The
next Summer one new person I wanted to be friends with invited me to an
overnight he was having with his buddies. It was at the other end of the
lake, so he said he would pick me up in his small motor boat. He brought
one of his buddies with him.  Because I was still attracted to guy's
bodies, I was terrified I would show boners too often. In order to calm my
bone I jerked off four times (three times more than my usual afternoon
session) just before he picked me up. Now I didn't know what the deal was,
but as soon as we got offshore, he said, "Alright, It's strip time" and he
and his buddy, and me, of course, got naked for the long ride to his
place. Here I was sitting across from two handsome naked dudes thanking my
stars for my overactive hand jobs because no one's penis, particularly not
mine, stirred or quivered during the ride back to his place. Was this some
form of test?  I'll never know. The mystery was compounded when the next
morning we were instructed to "show wood" by standing in a line together
just after waking up with our pricks "standing" too.  Because of my far
greater than normal activity the previous afternoon, I could only muster a
half stand during the line-up. We then got dressed and went about regular
activity.  Now the peculiar follow-up to this incident occurred as I got to
know these guys better, and I became the one to whom they came with their
heterosexual questions about sex. I was now the expert??  I could only
surmise it was because I was the only one with a half stand during our
showing of wood which indicated to them that I was the least interested,
therefore the most heterosexual of that group. One of the guys, the one who
hosted the party was still coming to me 10 years later with his questions
about sex.  Another incident occurred during a pick-up basketball game at
one of my new circle of friend's home. A 10-11year old from across the
street came over to observe our playing. Trouble was, during our brief
pauses, say setting up for a shot, this kid would swoop in and punch us in
the balls. We would grab him, saying things like "That's not nice" or "That
hurts us. Don't do that." Other non-physical threats didn't work either. We
talked about our next move, but it was risky. The kid's parents were
neighbors who might not be so neighborly after our plan. The kid's parents
also happened to be good friends with my parents. I had even heard his
mother talking about this kid and what a wild one he was. O.K., we decided,
it was worth the risk. We told the kid, "Carl, the next time you hit us in
the balls (he giggled), we'll do something you will not forget." Talk about
raising a red flag to a bull. He gleefully took the bait, and we `pants'
him and put his clothes where he couldn't reach them, then taunted him: "No
wonder you are jealous of our balls, Carl.  We can't find any on you that
we could hurt even if we wanted to." That started him screaming for his
clothes. Instead we grabbed him and part carried and part dragged him
across the street to his garage, knocked on the door to the kitchen and
left. He didn't move. He wouldn't follow us and obviously didn't want to
run around the neighborhood naked. We walked back across the street,
gathered his clothes and held them out to his mother as she crossed the
street to confront us. With this gesture his mother didn't play the blame
game, but instead asked, "What happened here?" We explained what had
happened, using adult words to describe it, and concluded with, "We would
appreciate it if Carl didn't play his games with us while we were trying to
play basketball". If we saw Carl again, it was as he was madly pedaling his
bicycle out of his driveway and around the corner out of our reach.

The third needs a brief introduction. The local YMCA reached out to us High
Schoolers and offered to organize small groups of us, called HiYers, simply
for the purpose of social fun.  Bob, my best friend after Billy, was the
only one of our grouping I knew well, but it didn't take many sessions for
all of us to become good buds enjoying activities together. It so happened
that I became President of the group. I believe we were Seniors and Juniors
when our last session was an afternoon of water, boating and sports
activities at my folk's Summer place, no adults present. One of our group,
Andy, though a Junior, was a real "shrimp", so much smaller than the rest
of us, we almost considered him a mascot, but as many of the little ones
are, he was a ball of fire and lots of fun to be with. As we were stripping
off our swim suits and changing into our street clothes after our afternoon
of fun, Andy was hanging back a bit.  I don't know whether it was out of
embarrassment or that he wanted to be noticed, but I looked over at him and
he had some starting pubes and his member was darkening. I exclaimed to the
rest of the group, "Hey, LOOK!!  Andy is about to join the rest of us in
becoming a man. This is cause for a real celebration!!" Lee, one of the
other members of the group said, "That's all well and good, but if we
celebrate it, doesn't that make us Queer?" "WHO CARES", I shouted back,
"Queer... Shmeer, Spear. It doesn't matter!!" "Look, Andy has probably
waited for this to happen for at least three years, has probably worried
that it'll never happen for about as long, and is very tired of hearing `it
will happen someday'. IT'S HAPPENING NOW, and THAT'S CAUSE FOR A
CELEBRATION.  I propose we stop in town on the way home and treat him to
the biggest ice cream cone he wants." Reservations overcome, everyone
congratulates Andy, we get dressed the rest of the way, pile into the car
and stop at the ice cream parlor in town on the way home.  The thing I
remember most is looking at Andy in the rear view mirror. He is in the back
seat smiling from ear to ear all the way home with an ice cream mustache
surrounding his mouth.

This ends what I recall about childhood sex with other guys. Of course
there was lots of talk about sex but no action among my new heterosexual
friends. 65 years later I still love my new best friend Bob very deeply and
have wished we could have had shared sexuality as part of our close
relationship, but he did not and still does not have a homosexual bone in
his body or mind. I have had sexual experiences with other men, but that is
part of an adult story.

I will end with three parts of my personal childhood-adolescent sexual
history – multiple orgasms, a spontaneous orgasm and wet dreams. It is
still hard to believe some of what happened.  First, I have had only two
multiple orgasms with no softening in between in my entire life.  The
first, I believe, was at 15 or 16 after football season when my body was
ultra fit and ultra horny as a result. I was doing homework at my desk and
got up to take a Jerk Off break. Usually I went to my bed across the room
and did the deed there. This particular time I must have been extra horny
because I never made it to the bed, but jerked off standing between the
desk and bed. After orgasm I was about to go get a drink of water and
expected to put my penis back in my pants. It wouldn't go. I looked at
it. It was still bone hard, and trying to put it back in my pants was
impossible. I did what I normally did with a stiffer I wanted to
calm—thought of non-sexual things like the homework I still needed to
do. Not only did my boner not go down, I began to feel even hornier than I
had felt before the first jack off. So I stood in the same spot and jerked
for a full extremely pleasurable 10 minutes before the second orgasm after
which my penis finally softened.  WOW. I wished I could have that
experience again and again, particularly on a date but it never happened
until –AT AGE 65! – it happened again. I think, this time, I had had
some chemical reinforcement and the bone wasn't as hard, but still... . It
brought back some wonderful memories of youthful sex.

For the spontaneous orgasm I was a bit older – 18 or so – and was
skiing all day. That day I did a nighttime ski session under the lights as
well, and was so exhausted I didn't even bother taking off my ski pants and
long johns before climbing into my bunk bed in the dark in the male
quarters.  There were all kinds of sleeping noises around me as I climbed
into bed when all of a sudden –brrrrrrrp, uh, oh. Without even touching
myself or even being aware of an erection, I had a giant ejaculation. I
remember thinking I was too tired to deal with the clean-up until morning,
but was in awe of having yet another new sexual experience at this late
age!  In retrospect, I think it was a wet dream waiting to happen which
couldn't wait until I was asleep.

Now to the two wet dream experiences I remember most vividly. Neither is a
pleasant way to end this long disclosure of joyous sexual youth. The first
experience was probably not my first wet dream, but the first I remember
because it was so traumatic to me. I had probably spent the morning
swimming and boating with the friends I had made at our cottage the next
Summer after the dramatic break-up with Billy. My mother had called me to
lunch with my grandmother and her in the `parlour'. I laid down on a couch
and began talking with my grandmother, probably about the events of the
morning, things a grandmother who doesn't walk, sits in a chair and wants
to know what has been going on around her. My mother had left the room to
make lunch. The next thing I knew I was waking up with no one in the room,
my lunch on a table next to the couch and with swimming suit and sofa
cushions awash with sticky cum. I was mortified and horrified with what my
mother and grandmother might have seen, and, for years, a sofa with
permanent stains to remind me of what had happened.  Nobody said anything
about the incident but I vowed then and there to masturbate often enough so
that I would never have another wet dream.

The next wet dream event was even worse and made me guarded against my
father for many years.  It was football season, and our coach had asked us
to cut down on our nighttime sexual practices in order to preserve that
extra strength and attitude of self-denial for greater physical fitness and
competitive spirit. I complied. Within a few weeks my father came knocking
at my door. "Your mother has noticed a significant number of stains on your
sheets lately, and I want to talk to you about that."  Without waiting for
any response, he continued, "Now that `thing' you are doing is not going to
make you insane as some would say, but you know you only have a limited
amount of semen and I don't think you would want to use it ALL up with that
habit before you got married and wanted to have children." (Almost a repeat
of what the OLD Scout Handbook said –Scout's Honor!!!). Before I could
even get a grip on what he had said and respond, he walked out of my room
and closed the door. Without even realizing my mental state, I took a shoe
and threw it at him. It hit the door as he was leaving. I was FURIOUS, so
much so I even shed a few tears of frustration. Every single stain on those
sheets was from wet dreams because I had STOPPED masturbating!!! – (at
night before going to bed). Did he think I was so stupid as to consciously
masturbate on my sheets which would have caught the attention of my
mother's prying eyes for 2-3 years before this?

Epilogue

Well there you have it, the early sexual memories of an old fart growing
into a sexual being in the 1940's, when positive sexual knowledge was
gained ONLY from experience and knowledge gained from other kids, and none
from media – even books because those with any detailed sexual
information were locked in cabinets guarded by frowning adults. As I read
about younger contributors to "Nifty", I am left to wonder, "Am I glad my
introduction to orgasm was a mind blowing one with adult type ejaculation,
or would I have had a better total pleasure experience from having a
gradual build up from childhood dry cums?" I do remember wondering what
pleasure I had missed by not discovering sexuality sooner. I did not even
know until reading the "Nifty" series that kids as early as 5 or 6 could
get at least a buzz after playing awhile with their penis nor that kids 10
or 11 could have a long series of dry cums in one jerk off, but it seems
that many of these readers with dry cums did not have the dramatic thrill
of the change from boyhood to manhood I experienced and still do with each
awesome orgasm."


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