Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 14:09:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories  Supplement Four

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Boyhood Sex Memories  Supplement Four

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76.  Antonio

"I slowly realized I was gay around twelve.  I was fairly shy and slightly
fey.  There was an older man that was nice to me in the neighborhood, I
think he picked up on my nature when I was twelve.  Nothing happened with
him then and I was too shy to involve myself with other boys.  My fantasies
were of movie and TV teens and men.  I wasn't bullied at all, no one seemed
to say anything but most of my middle school classmates had a notion,
especially the girls.

When I was thirteen I saw this older man again.  I felt a desire rekindled.
I "liked" him before but now that I was thirteen I knew more about what I
"liked."  About the third or fourth time I saw him I got up the courage to
ask him if he was gay.  He told me in confidence and asked that I not
repeat it.  He asked me back and I said yes.  He asked if I asked for a
reason and I couldn't say anything.  He then asked if I was interested in
having sex with him, that directly.  I said yes.  He told me to come in to
his house and we went upstairs to his bedroom.

I was extremely nervous and he asked if I had had sex with a man before and
I said no.  I think he knew that.  He asked if I had had sex with other
boys and I admitted that I hadn't.  He then said that he wanted my first
time to be special.  It was.  He took everything slow.  He touched my face
and told me I was beautiful.  He gave me a few gentle kisses and held me.
He allowed me to return them.  I lost my nervousness.  I sat on the bed and
he undid his pants.  I could see part of the head of his cock peeking from
the fly of his briefs.  "Take it," he said and I did.  It was thick and
purple rimmed.  It felt slippery and sticky at the same time.  "You can
suck it if you want."  I did.  It was a key moment of my life.  The feel
and taste I can remember exactly.

He stopped me and he helped undress as he did the same.  He held and
caressed me as I lay beneath him.  His hands on my back and bottom were
incredibly arousing.  He had me embrace him and I came from the intimacy
and heat of his holding me.  This gentle embrace went on and eventually he
came between his kissing and caressing me.  He held me longer before wiping
our semen with his tshirt.

I went to him twice more and we did the same each time.  The hugs and
contact were so beautiful that we never wanted more.  It was perfect for
me.  That it was someone old enough to be gentle and intimate made it one
of the most special experiences of my life."


77.  Graham

"Here's an odd one.  I tried to keep from getting a stand on by sheer
willpower in my early teens.  Anything made me think of sex.  I could keep
from getting erect (some of the time) but it had a weird consequence,
pre-cum would leak from my tip.  If I tried for a length of time, I felt
small twinges like a miniature climax, most likely my prostate in a primed
state.  My pants had a wet spot near constantly and were covered with
pearlescent trails by the end of the day."


78.  Kurt

"Our family visited distant relations in summer. I was fourteen and had
grown in every way.  The people we visited had a boy named Andre who was
thirteen.  Andre had straight, long blond hair and his face looked like a
beautiful girl.  We went to the beach and he appear very adolescent,
boyishly plump, his legs and arms had grown but his torso had not.  Andre
had a very plump and rounded ass like a woman's and seeing it gave me a
painful increase in my shorts.  I couldn't help feeling lust for him.

Andre was shy and we played uncomfortably.  Our age was greater than one
year in maturity.  We wandered down the beach.  When we were out of sight
of our families I gestured for Andre to follow me behind some rocks.  I
lowered my bathing trunks and exposed myself to him.  He blushed with
embarrassment but did not look away.  I encouraged him to do the same and
saw his penis.  His was short and his genitals were still generally pink.
He had the beginnings of dark hair above his penis but that was all.  I was
growing erect and I took my much larger penis and masturbated before my
cousin, pulling so my glans was exposed.  My penis was very dark and the
foreskin was very generous so when the glans came into view it was a
contrast, very purple and swollen.  Andre became erect watching me but did
not masturbate himself.  I went very quickly with my audience's keen
attention and I released much semen that flew out onto the rocks and wet
sand.  I put my penis away and Andre raised his bathing trunks and we went
down the beach.

Andre later came to me in my room and ventured some hesitant questions
about sex.  I gave him answers and he said he wanted to see my penis again.
I briefly showed him but we had to join our families.  I told Andre to meet
me early in the morning in the back lower room of the house.  We met before
the others rose out of bed.  I told Andre he could play with my erection
and I opened his robe took his underwear down and played with his genitals.
I gave him an orgasm first.  He masturbated me into a tissue while I was
rubbing his ass.  I came strong and Andre was lusty with my caresses.

I showed my penis to Andre several times that day as a teasing.  We agreed
to meet in the early hours of the next morning.  We were both excited and
immediately played with each other's genitals.  I gave Andre an orgasm, he
came quickly, and he gave one to me.  I had brought the suntanning oil from
the beach bag as I wanted to have Andre carnally.  I had him bend over the
sofa and used the oil on his anus.  Andre moaned and was hard and I told
him to keep it down.  I was erect again.  I put the oil on my penis and
pulled back the foreskin.  It didn't go in as easily as I thought and Andre
expressed his discomfort.  After a short time I was able to enter Andre's
anus.  He cried and said it hurt.  I stopped.  He let me go on and I could
not control my thrusts and I had a strong orgasm.  The sight of his raised
ass had me very aroused.

We did not have any more relations over the next two days as I think we
were both embarrassed.  I have photos of that visit and I think of Andre as
he was then.  It is my greatest memory."


79.  Henrik

"My brother, Jon, and I are both gay but we had very different sexual
experiences when young.  This is more Jon's story than mine but his had a
very large impact on my life as a young teen.  We are from Norwegian stock
and we share certain physical characteristics.  We are both blond and have
blue eyes. We both are tall and large, our father was six feet, six inches
and Jon and I are both six, four as adults.  We grew as boys sooner than
others but we didn't reach puberty until later than average, I was fourteen
before I had pubes and for Jon it was the same.  We were big but still
looked like boys. That didn't mean that our genitals weren't large; we are
actually very well endowed and noticeably so in swim attire.  This brings
me to the key event in my sexual life which was my brother's early sexual
encounters.

We lived in a small coastal town and we had some tourists in the summer
that visited our non-resort type of beach.  There were a comfortable number
of visitors that came for fishing and there were families for a beach
vacation.  There were also an unspoken number of visitors that were gay
beach goers.  There was a location near the south end of the beach that was
near a concrete bridge that traversed an inlet and this bridge had concrete
pilings that afforded seclusion.  This was the clandestine meeting place
for gay encounters.  As a boy I was only aware that I should not be near
this area of the beach, I knew nothing of homosexuality.

That is not entirely true.

I knew that I loved my brother who was two years my senior.  I had a
younger brother's idealization/hero worship.  I had seen my brother naked
since we were boys and, as he matured, I found my (less frequent)
observations of his growth of greater interest.  I saw the changes in his
body and the enlargement of his penis and scrotum as he passed thirteen,
fourteen, and fifteen.  I did think of my brother as a model of masculine
handsomeness but didn't think of having sexual relations with him even as I
began to masturbate.  We had no home instruction in sexual matters; our
parents were devout churchgoers and left any instruction to the school
which was limited.

The summer of my thirteenth year had come and swimming in the daytime was a
daily occurrence and consequently I and other boys often wore our swim
trunks as shorts when doing other activities as the beach was a short bike
ride away from most anywhere.  One early summer day I had gone some
distance from home to explore an area abundant in tidal life with another
boy.  We split up afterward and I was riding my bike across the
aforementioned bridge when I saw something that would change me, my boyhood
innocence would be gone.

It was my brother emerging from under the bridge; with him was a man of
about thirty, a stranger.  The man had his arm across my brother's
shoulder.  It is an image that is locked in my memory with every detail
clear to this day.  Both my brother and the stranger looked flushed, the
man more so.  My brother, who was very fair, was red about the face.  He
looked slightly dazed and his lips pouted with slight embarrassment.  His
hair was mussed.  They both were in swimsuit and sandals, the older man in
a Speedo and my brother in his swim team trunks with its rounded logo of
the local club.  I could see the front of my brother's suit was full of his
limp but still large penis.

I saw all of this in the second or two that transpired before my bicycling
across the bridge blocked them from my view.  I bicycled faster in order
not to be noticed by my brother.  I didn't know why I was afraid of being
seen by him, at first it must've have been unconscious.  I thought about
what I had seen as I pedaled home.  My brother had been with a man under
that bridge.  The man had his arm across my brother's shoulders.  I knew
that something had happened between them.  I knew why people went to that
part of the beach.  What had my brother done?  I didn't know but now I knew
he was homosexual, there was no other explanation to my naïve mind.  How
was I going to keep this from my parents?  How was I going to keep my
brother from knowing I knew he was a homosexual?  I was very upset about
this.

Both my parents and my brother noticed the change in my demeanor over the
next few days.  "Are you all right?  Is anything wrong?"  I said nothing
and didn't explain myself.  I started to try to find out what my brother
might have been doing in his homosexual activity.  I looked for information
in the town library.  I made discreet, I thought, inquiries of other boys.
I laugh at how seriously I took this information gathering now.

What did I find out?

In the library I found the basic facts of life including information about
masturbation.  From the other boys I heard about "blow jobs."  I had a hard
time believing that took place between two males.  I started to experiment
with the information I had gathered about masturbation in the privacy of my
room.  It wasn't very long before I confirmed the findings!  It probably
took me three tries before I had my first orgasm.  These were dry at first
but within a month I started getting a clear fluid.  The discovery of
sexual gratification gave rise to fantasies.

Was my brother doing this with the men under the bridge?  I could
understand why he would want to.  Was he giving these men blow jobs?  I
started to think of my brother in sexual situations.  This led to my
masturbating thinking of watching my brother.  My thoughts were of
homosexual encounters but I didn't think of myself as homosexual until
years later.

I did not have any same sex relations as a teen. My brother did continue
his explorations and this became known to my parents and others in town.
It wasn't said openly but it put a distance between my brother and the
family until he left for college.  I found out later that my brother had
had quite a number of experiences that summer with many men.  He had even
had anal intercourse under that bridge at fifteen.

I kept any of my sexual interest hidden until I went away to school.  I did
talk to my brother about his being gay years later and talked in a very
general way about his summer activities.  I never told him that I thought
of him in my sexual fantasies when young.  He knows I am gay but we are not
close.  I think my parent's religious attitude created a sense of guilt
around both of us and we are not close for that reason.

That is my story; not terribly erotic but true."


80.  Clyde

"When I was a boy it was not unusual for boys to play naked in the woods or
beside a stream.  I had seen a good two dozen penises by the time I was ten
but I knew not of pubes because most boys back then did not get them until
they were thirteen or fourteen.  Most boys I knew were not circumcised and
I did not see a boy that was until I went to a holiday camp at age
thirteen.  We played a few games involving being bound and "interrogated"
and on occasion showed ourselves erect but there was no overt sex play.  We
did touch one another and make the prisoners stiff so I guess that could be
considered masturbatory but it was "boy games" and not sexual.  Most boys
did not think of sex until about twelve and then our knowledge of the
opposite sex was limited.

My interest began unconsciously.  I was twelve and a half and had begun
growing, I know this because my legs were becoming too long for my
trousers.  My penis was still an inch or so, two if you considered my
foreskin which still was a long pointed affair.  I did notice a change in
my scrotum.  It seemed to have gotten slightly darker than my very white
skin and my testicles hung down more.  I noticed these changes because my
penis seemed to be standing out rather more often than I remember.  I began
to check myself in the mirror to see why that might be the case.  It was in
handling my foreskin and testicles that I noticed a tingling pleasure.
With my more frequent inspections this pleasure recurred and I found this
had become a habit within a few weeks.

I must mention an older boy, Gavin that was an admired rugby forward at our
school.  He was fourteen and had magnificent thighs, quite developed.  I
had seen him lounging and had noticed his muscularity.  It was while
inspecting myself one day that I looked on my average thighs and thought of
Gavin's.  I was manipulating my foreskin quite firmly at this image when I
was seized with a desire to agitate it vigorously.  A rapid peak of
excitement went through my penis and I felt faint, weak at the knees.  My
penis throbbed with my heartbeat and I felt transported.  I was not scared
as some have reported; on the contrary, I was delighted.

I thought of Gavin often, he was handsome with blue eyes, both in school
and later in my room.  He did notice my looking at him but nothing came of
it but a smile and a few kind words.  I did engage in some sexual activity
with another boy at age thirteen, we groped each other tentatively in jest
and this led to a number of sessions of mutual masturbation.  I was
interested in his penis but rather embarrassed by that and behaving rudely
in front of another was somewhat inhibiting; I found masturbating alone
with my fantasies less so.

It was my seventeenth year when I entered into a relationship with an older
boy by a year.  I was submissive and he had me suck his penis which shocked
me in that I liked being made to do this and tasting his taste which became
arousing.  He used me roughly when he neared his orgasm and I was inexpert
at swallowing his ejaculate.  I coughed and spluttered which made a mess.
He did return the favor a few times.  This relationship lasted nearly six
months and I was soon on my way to more advanced experiences in my very
late teens after leaving home."


81.  Joseph

"My older brother let me watch him jack off when I was 11 and he was 13.  I
knew that "white stuff" came out, I heard this somehow but seeing it was
something I'll never forget.  My brother was hard as steel and jacking
super hard, his cock head was purple and angry looking.  Right before he
shot he huffed out, "Watch!  Watch!"  Two huge jets shot up and several
others rolled out of his swollen cock head.  It was an incredible display.
I was frantic with excitement and, yes, hard in my pants.  I got to touch
it, his messy spluge, I mean.  My brother never let me watch all the way
again, he would tease me, though; by saying he was going to jerk off or let
me see his boner.  He knew I was interested but I was just his little
brother and it wasn't a sexual thing for him.

I jerked from 11 on and was doing this with several guys from age 12.
Watching them come, by age 13 we were getting pearly ropes, always got me
off.  I would hold off coming until they did.  Watching come coming from a
cock is my favorite turn on and still gets me off to this day."


82.  Adrien

"I probably had touched my penis before but I distinctly remember starting
to masturbate at age ten.  My parents had gotten a computer and I remember
going on the web when both of my parents were out of the house to find out
anything about sex.  I found tons.  I would masturbate sitting in a chair
in front of the screen for a good half an hour.  I would strip naked very
soon after finding material and I could and would have a dozen orgasms,
dry, in that amount of time.  I started slowly and had my first orgasms
about five minutes apart but I could often get a series of peaks at about
one minute intervals.  Near the end of my endurance I could have four or
five orgasms in quick succession in five minutes.  I would be exhausted.  I
could only do this when I was sure that my parents were gone for certain so
I only did this once a week.  I did masturbate when I could but I had to be
secretive as my parents were disapproving types when it came to sex.
Neither of my parents knew about a memory cache of sites visited and
fortunately I found out about it first and got rid of the evidence of my
activity or I would have been punished severely.

I would masturbate very rapidly when my parents were home to hide my
activity.  I could get to an orgasm in about a minute.  I would go to the
bathroom or in my bedroom and I'd be erect in 10 seconds and be near an
orgasm in 30 more and have my orgasm before a minute passed.  These were
dry until I reached twelve and it became harder to reach an orgasm that
quickly and hide the results.  This is what started me down the path to sex
with other boys, trying to get some time away from my parent's prying eyes.
I started going to other boy's houses and masturbating with them in their
bathrooms and bedrooms.  This led to more advanced behavior and I became a
rebellious teen and suffered for it at home.  I put up with endless crap
from my parents until I left home at eighteen.  I never discussed any of my
personal life with either of them and endured veiled innuendo about my
friends and my "associations" without ever telling my parents anything.  I
don't talk to them anymore and I never will discuss my private life with
them."


83.  Carl

"There is one thing that happened to me when I was thirteen that determined
my main sexual interest for the rest of my life - being humiliated
especially when it involves scat or water sports.  I was already
masturbating and had been coming but I had no specific fantasies, I just
was doing it.  I didn't even think I was focused on men at that point.

What happened was this.  I was with my family visiting my uncle's family
after school ended for the year.  They had a place near a large lake and I
went out with my uncle fishing on his small boat, it didn't have a cabin or
anything like that, it was just an open metal boat with a small electric
motor.  I was not really looking forward to it as I felt uncomfortable
around my uncle, nothing sexual, just he didn't seem to like me.  He was
kind of a jerk to everyone to be honest about it.

My uncle was really into fishing, he had all sorts of gear like an
electronic depth finder and he had scheduled places he wanted to visit at
certain times, etc.  He was serious about this hobby.  We had been out on
the lake for several hours and I was bored with the whole thing after about
an hour or two but my uncle had no intention of returning to the dock for
another hour or more, Saturday was his fishing day.  The problem was I had
to defecate.  I held it for as long as I could but finally I said something
to my uncle about having to go.  He gave me an angry look and said that we
would be back in an hour implying that I should hold on.  I tried for about
five minutes but I knew I couldn't hold it.  I told my uncle I really had
to go bad.  He said, really annoyed, that we couldn't put ashore because
this area was a private part of the lake and he could get in trouble.  I
didn't care and was afraid I was going to shit my pants.  I was desperate
and told my uncle I had to go real bad.

What happened next is what set my fantasies in place forever.  My uncle
gave me a look of disgust and told me to pull my pants down and do it over
the side.  I was mortified and humiliated but I had to go.  I'll never
forget my uncle saying, "Go ahead.  Do your dirty business."  (That phrase,
"Do your dirty business" is in my head when I fantasize even today.)  I
pulled down my pants and underwear and squatted over the edge of the boat.
My uncle didn't turn away but watched me as I relieved my bowels.  Even
though I went right away, I had to give four or five grunts.  I was trying
not to pee myself as well.  I was blushing red from the effort, the
humiliation and my uncle watching.  His demeanor had changed from disgust
to barely hidden amusement at my predicament.  I did have the feeling that
my uncle was getting a sexual kick out of seeing me so humiliated before
him.

I finished and pulled my pants up.  My uncle was smiling in a demeaning way
and said, "Well, I guess we have to go back now so you can wipe your ass."
I couldn't reply or even look at my uncle.  We got back and my uncle said I
should go in and clean up.  I remember being asked if I had a good time and
that was embarrassing and I saw my uncle smiling but I don't think he said
anything outright but he did say things later indirectly.  I was asked if I
wanted to go fishing again by my mother and my uncle said, "I don't think
Carl is cut out for fishing.  You don't want to go out again, do you?"  He
enjoyed embarrassing me then and later it always was there, unstated but
there between us.

I relived the experience in my memory but somehow I found it arousing.  I
thought of being humiliated by older boys and then men, never my uncle
though.  I masturbated thinking of this and then I masturbated on the
toilet.  I even went so far as to defecate outside which I found better to
think of later than when I was actually doing it.  I am into humiliation
and really enjoy seeing it in movies.  There have been a few times when I
saw little kids have "accidents" and I later masturbated to the memory.  I
think it is the inescapable shame that I find emotionally arousing and the
look of degrading superiority that adds to the emotional feeling that
heightens my pleasure."


84.  Gerhard

"Here is the true and funny story of my first orgasm.  I was twelve and was
experiencing frequent erections which I found uncomfortable and
embarrassing.  They happened without warning in school and at home and at
the most inopportune times.  There were other times when I was alone and I
could rearrange my stiffened member or lower my underwear to examine my
stubbornly hard state.  I found an itchy pleasure in touching my penis but
it was a nervous type of excitement, not unpleasant but I was very jumpy
and anxious.

It was one very late afternoon and I was to take a bath before dinner, I
was still bathing and not showering at this age, and as I undressed after a
sweaty afternoon of sport I erected as I got naked.  As the water ran into
the tub, I, for whatever reason, decided to let the warm water from the
faucet run over my erection.  I kneeled down and put my erection under the
running stream.  This created a very pronounced hot, itching sensation
almost like an electric current was running from my penis up through my
spine.  I pulled back and then reintroduced my member into the stream; the
sensations returned.  I did this several times and the excitement grew for
me.  I thrust my hips forward trying to force the water to hit my penis
more directly.  I leaned back and put the tip of my penis under the most
forceful part of the stream.  An overwhelming feeling came upon me and I
threw my head back and gasped out loud as I had my first orgasm.

After several waves of pleasure wracked my body, I unfortunately fell
backwards, splashing water out of the tub and creating enough noise that I
was heard by my mother downstairs.  I was trying to recover from the most
intense experience of my young life and my mother was calling upstairs,
"What are you doing, Gerhard?  You better not be making a mess.  Are you
getting water on the floor?"  I heard her voice getting louder and panicked
thinking she might come upstairs.  "Everything is fine, Mother.  Don't come
up," I called down.  I didn't want my mother to see me naked with an
erection.  When your mother hears you say, "Don't come upstairs" she knows
something needs investigating.  I did my best to hide my nakedness and was
scolded for getting the floor wet.  My mother did not see my genitals as I
had my legs curled as I sat in the tub.

This experience led to my investigating the "electric properties" of my
erection in the privacy of my room.  I found I could recreate the bathroom
sensations, although more slowly, by using my fingers.  I did try the water
from the faucet again on many occasions with similar results but, being
forewarned, I did not collapse backwards and create a tsunami of water!  I
masturbated from this point in my life and I soon was producing some clear
liquid.  Our class received sex instruction shortly after this and I
understood what I had experienced."


85.  Michael

"I was a "bad boy" as a kid, like Bart Simpson not a real juvenile
delinquent.  I liked breaking rules and seeing what I could get away with
and I got in trouble but this was suburbia and mild disobedience was seen
as a crime.  In fourth grade, just as I was ten years old, I started
getting a rise from what was in my pants.  I handled my spike when hard and
enjoyed it but I didn't know about jacking off.  I learned from an older
boy who saw me with tented shorts and handling my boner in school.  He
invited me over and said he could teach me something I would really like.
He taught me plenty in a couple of weeks.  I learned to jack, I jacked him
off and saw him come, he had me suck his dirty and tasty cock and he took
me from behind.  I became a sex-obsessed "bad boy" from then on.  I thought
about sex most of the time and did it with abandon.  I got in trouble for
luring one of my more innocent classmates into jacking but that didn't stop
me.  As a matter of fact nearly half of the boys in my class weren't
"innocent" when it came to sex play.  I kept this up for years with kids my
age and then younger ones once I reached thirteen and fourteen.  It is good
to be a "bad boy."


86.  Sam

"Here's my memory.  It was summer vacation.  I roamed around wearing just
cut off shorts, no under wear, no shirt, no shoes.  I would masturbate at
any time, out in the fields, beside a stream, in the woods on a log.  I can
remember laying down on a dirt fire road in the sun, unzipping and jerking
off in the heat.  I smeared my come on me to dry and went off to swim in a
stream.  The khaki shorts I wore every day were stained from sweat, dirt
and semen.  I was out in the sun so much that my skin tanned bronze, darker
than my shorts even though I was a fair blond as a kid.  I wish I had them
today as a trophy of being twelve on summer vacation." (conversation)


87.  Hunter

"Okay, here's one.  After soccer practice my friend Michael and me would
chill out in his family room and watch TV until my parents got home.
Michael sitting in one chair with me in another and we sort of faced each
other.  One time, Michael was sitting there and reached up the leg of his
shorts to adjust himself and I noticed it.  He noticed my noticing it.  We
both laughed and then Michael reached up and jiggled his cock.  I did the
same.  Michael pulled his cock out and shook it.  I did the same.  We waved
cocks, showed balls a few times for the hell of it and had a good laugh.

Did it lead to anything more?  No, we didn't become jerk off buddies and
nothing else happened unless you consider my fantasizing about what could
have happened.  We were twelve by the way."  (conversation)


88.  Chris

"I was friends with a guy named Andrew when I was 11.  I hadn't thought
about sex yet.  Andrew was 11 and he was crazy, he would try all sorts of
crazy shit.  We were hanging around in our underwear and wrestling like
WWF.  I was actually bigger than Andrew but he was stronger.  We went back
and forth playing and Andrew, he didn't like being called Andy, had gotten
me down a few times and started more humping me than wrestling.  He then
got up off me and looked into his underpants.  He had a boner for sure.  A
second later he yanked his underwear down for me to see his boner.  I
wouldn't have done this but like I said Andrew did crazy stuff.

Then, without saying a word, Andrew went for my underwear and slid it down
enough to see my dick.  I didn't stop him.  He touched it a few times which
we both liked and then Andrew got on top of me and rubbed his boner on my
dick and balls.  I never would've thought of doing this and I thought it
was great.  I got a full boner.  Andrew went at it for a minute or two,
pushing harder and harder.  He then rolled off me and on his back jerked
his cock until he got off panting like a dog.  I just watched that time.

We had quite a few WWF bouts after that.  Andrew taught me about jerking
off.  We ended up jerking each other a few times but mostly we rolled off
and got off on our own after humping.  We did suck dick once or twice but
we didn't get off on that and stuck to wrestling with a jerk off to
finish."


89.  Callum

"I did my business quick as a lad of twelve, thirteen as I had four sisters
and three brothers.  I'd wank every afternoon like clockwork at 3:30.  I'd
start to get erect heading for the loo.  I'd have my pants half down, take
a seat and get to it.  My nards would be up in no time and I'd pulse out a
few shots in a minute, clean up in another minute or two and be out on me
way.  I'd do it in bed before I went to sleep and sometimes in the
morning."


90.  Joey

"I was seven and one of my uncles, Greg, was about fifteen or sixteen.  It
was at some family get together and there weren't enough beds for everyone
which didn't matter to me because Uncle Greg and I were going to `camp out'
in the rec room which was downstairs and, most importantly, out of the way.
We had pillows and blankets on the floor and we played video games and did
other stuff until late.

We were both in our underpants for bed and, of course, we wrestled around
like you do with your uncle.  I can say that I became aware that my Uncle
Greg had quite a lot in his underwear.  Maybe I noticed this earlier but I
definitely noticed it when we were wrestling.  He was giving me the chance
to win and this resulted in his running his hands over my bottom with him
underneath and me on top.  I loved it and giggled with pleasure.  The feel
of his skin on mine and his smell made me excited, not just erect, I was
erect, but generally thrilled with our intimate contact.

Uncle Greg rolled me off him and ran his fingers lovingly over my chest.  I
was laughing out loud and Uncle Greg gave me the `shhh' sign to be quiet.
He took down my underpants and played with my stiff nail.  I wiggled as he
masturbated me and then groaned and tensed as I had my first orgasm.  Uncle
Greg ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

He then proceeded to lower his underpants, freeing his thick cock and huge
balls.  I was in awe as Uncle Gregg began handling that fat member.  He
invited me to jerk him as I had seen him do it.  It was like holding a hot
sausage.  When Uncle Greg got close he took over and shot a huge load onto
his stomach.  I was dumbstruck but fascinated.  I could smell his semen in
the air.

Uncle Greg wiped up with his t-shirt and tucked his package away.  He told
me not to tell and we both went to sleep satisfied.  This never happened
again but I know that Uncle Greg wasn't just big to a seven year old.
Years later, when I had a better idea of cock size, I confirmed that Uncle
Greg had a big package period.  I masturbated from that day forward and I
am always on the lookout for big cocks to play with."


91.  Rabbit

"I used to go out in the woods with my friend Bull for sex at thirteen.  We
took an old blanket and a couple of porno mags.  We'd lay out the blanket
and lay there reading the porn.  I'd get naked right away; there was a
slight risk of discovery which I found exciting.  Bull was reluctant, in
fact he was reluctant about everything but he did it eventually.

I had a nice long hanging dick and balls with just a little pubic hair.
I'd get hard right away.  I'd have to reach into Bull's pants to get him
going but I loved feeling his cock.  It was bigger and way thicker than
mine, Bull's balls were bigger too and he had more hair above his cock.  He
had the nickname of "the Bull" from me because of his being a thick ,
chunky guy, not for his cock.  I got the nickname "the Rabbit" from doing
everything fast including coming.  I would get off two or three times in
our sessions, Bull only once.

We would read the porn, I'd get naked and hard and come right off the bat.
I didn't shoot much of anything even though I had pubes.  I'd work Bull's
cock from outside then inside his pants and then, when he was excited
enough, get him to take his pants down and get naked too.  I'd jerk him, he
was still reading the magazine mostly, thinking about the women.  I was
thinking about his thick cock.  Bull didn't want me to suck him but
sometimes I got to.  Bull thought it was "queer" for a guy to suck another
guy.  He wasn't wrong in my case.

Bull sometimes let me get on him and rub my cock against his.  I'd come
quick, no jizz the second time.  Bull thought this was funny, my coming so
fast – like a rabbit.  The most common thing that would happen is that
Bull would get on me and use his big and now fully erect cock to fuck my
crotch and dick and balls.  I loved this and Bull was so close to taking my
ass in his efforts, if I had only known but, knowing Bull, he wouldn't have
done it, it being "queer" and all.

Bull would stop when he got close, I could tell by the swollen size of his
cock.  He'd get up and jerk himself off into the leaves, mostly to avoid
getting jizz on his parent's picnic blanket.  Sometimes Bull would turn
away so I couldn't see him come, I think he wanted to think of only women
when he came but I got mad not seeing and he let me watch him after that.
He would stand there and watch me as I jerked while I looked at his big
messy cock slowly droop down.  Bull was slow to rise, slow to get off, and
slow to fall.  I could get off one or sometimes two more times watching
Bull detumesce.

What a summer!  That was a cock to remember.  And Bull shooting his white
cream ... I loved all of it.  This is a case of a TRUE cock and Bull
story!"


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