Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2017 08:32:57 -0500 (EST) From: Five Hole Punch Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Eight Please give to Nifty. Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Eight 120. Tom "I had no clue about sex and no sexual experiences until I was twelve. Seriously, I didn't even think about how dogs had puppies or cats had kittens. I was completely naïve. I was an only child, very shy, and went to a very small Christian grade school with only two boys my age. My first sexual encounter was with a boy I hardly knew. I had been invited to swim at the house of one of my dad's clients as a courtesy, having a pool was "being rich" to us. The other family had a twelve year old boy, Ian, and an eight year old girl. I had swim trunks but didn't know how to swim so I just played in the water with Ian, throwing a ball in the shallow end, splashing around. I was so shy that it was uncomfortable to play with someone I didn't know. We were going to have a cookout for lunch and we both went back to change into shorts and shirts. On the way down a hall, Ian gestured silently for me to follow him into a side room. I think it was an old laundry room but was now being used to store old bicycles, odd sports equipment, seasonal clothing, etc. Ian looked down the hall to see if anyone was around and closed the door quietly. "What was the big secret" I wondered? There was enough room to stand a few feet apart. I remember this as one of the most unexpected happenings in my life. Ian, who was in Speedos, stepped back near the door and, smiling, without a word, slid his Speedos down, revealing his hanging penis and scrotum. I stared for a long moment at what he revealed. I had seen other boy's immature penises once or twice at school but no one had intentionally shown me theirs. I looked up and Ian said, "Show me yours." I untied my suit and pulled it down. Ian looked at mine for a long moment. Again, without a word, Ian handled his penis and made it erect. He showed that to me with genuine pride. Then, this whole event was only a few minutes, Ian pulled up his suit and said, "Let's go get dressed," which we did separately, me in the bathroom, Ian in his room. I never saw Ian again but he became the object of wonder in my imagination. I can see his square face and blonde cowlick, his tall, thinnish body, and his hairless-but-darkening penis and scrotum. We both had no hair and we were both circumcised. I thought of him and our encounter. I touched my penis and made it hard, which was pleasing to me, but I didn't have a building of sexual excitement, just nice feelings. The next event changed my life. I went to a larger Christian school for seventh and eighth grades. I was still shy and didn't mix in with the other boys beyond the most general way. I always liked to read and in the library there were contemporary magazines. This event gives you an indication of how naïve I was about sexual matters. I was in the library looking at magazines, standing behind a four foot bookcase. In one of the magazines was an ad for Tommy Hilfiger underwear. It had a male model in briefs and a bathrobe, open to show the underwear. In that underwear was a clear indication of the model's endowments. I studied that picture. I noticed that I had become erect in my pants and I felt some sort of urgency as my erection pushed forward, my testicles seemed to have pulled up tight into a ball. I reached for my tented fly, out of sight because I was behind the bookcase from the chest down, to adjust my erection. When I touched the outside of my pants, I felt an intense burning at the head of my penis. I grabbed the end to move it and the feeling became so intense that I gasped as I felt my penis give a big throb. I started to uncontrollably pee my pants. I had to grab the bookcase to keep from collapsing at my knees. My penis kept pulsing even though I tried to stop peeing and I felt a messy wetness in my underwear. I was mortified at wetting my pants in school and scared that I was medically sick, I didn't know anything about orgasms or ejaculation. I closed the magazine and almost ran to the boy's bathroom. When I got there, I was relieved that there was only a small amount of wetness showing outside my pants, I had thought I had peed enough to make a huge spot. I went into a stall and undid my trousers to try to dry my underwear with toilet paper. That is when I noticed that I didn't pee my pants, there was no yellow and the smell wasn't of pee. The wetness was different than watery pee and the smell was like nothing I knew. I was confused. Maybe I was sick but I felt okay now. Later, at home, I noticed that there was only a light stain and a stiffness to my underwear. When I thought about what had happened I remembered the picture in the magazine and I got erect thinking about it. I had a fluttering feeling. I decided to steal the picture from the magazine, not easy to do, and having done so I felt very guilty at being a thief of such a picture. I had an erection from the excitement of seeing the picture again and trying to steal it. When I looked at it at home in the privacy of my room I erected immediately and, remembering Ian, played with my penis. I had a tremendous orgasm and ejaculation in about thirty seconds. My watery sperm shot all over my bureau and I hurriedly cleaned up this fluid that came out of my penis. What was this? Why did seeing this picture cause this? I repeated this experiment for days always with the same result. I thought I had found something from another dimension. I guess my parents got wind of my maturing gonads and my dad gave me a handout explaining the "change from a boy to man." He asked if I had any questions and I was too embarrassed to ask anything. I became an underwear ad enthusiast and also studied the boys and men around me, imagining what sort of penis they all had beneath their trousers. I had no idea that I was gay, or what gay was, until I heard other boys talking about it. But, I knew that was what I was even though I had no clue what it meant. I knew that I couldn't let anyone know including my parents. They knew before I did and distanced themselves but without rejecting me completely. I only sought out relationships once I went to college." 121. George "The earliest sexual experience I recall was around age 6 or 7. There were a couple older (still pre-pubescent) latch-key girls who lived across the street, and very interested in boys' anatomies. One summer day they came over to my backyard and proposed some play-doctor game of show me yours and you can see mine, but I had to be examined first. As we 3 youngsters "hid" behind a large elm tree, the two lascivious girls pulled my shorts and Carters down to the ground and started to handle my small one inch loosely circumcised penis and single testicle ball sac. (As a young boy I had an undescended testicle which required regular doctor visits to monitor. I was ordered to stand in front of the seated doctor, pull up my shirt and take down my pants and underpants (white briefs) so he could see and feel me closely. He spent a good deal of time touching and looking as I stood in front of him, my bare boy-butt clearly on display to anyone who might enter the room. I watched the doctor very closely and now distinctly remember his fingers pushing the scrotum forward to conduct the examination. Got to thinking back about how upset I got with the testicle exams. Not so much the exams themselves, but a conversation the doctor had at some point with my mother while I was present. Doctor advised mom that surgical intervention would be necessary if the testicle failed to descend on its own. No timetable, but "soon." This really freaked me out! Probably because I had a hospital experience (tonsillectomy) only a couple years before, and really did not enjoy it ... especially the idea of having to use a bedpan! I remember feeling so indignant about that: I'm a big boy now, and can go to the potty just like I'm supposed to. The experience of being asked if I needed to go, then being assisted with the placement of my body on the pan and a nurse holding my penis and cleaning my butt afterwards was over the top! Fortunately for me, perhaps 6 months later, nature finally took its course and my little right ball went to its proper place.) Back to the play doctor game. The older girl found a couple twigs, one very small and the other somewhat thicker. She used the small one to first tease the tiny penis and then, holding the limp organ firmly, inserted the twig into its peehole. Meanwhile her sister was attempting to introduce the larger stick into my bottomhole. Of course a neighbor happened to witness this crude sex play and the fun was abruptly stopped, though not before I felt some pain in both my sensitive places. All three of us were harshly reprimanded and I was never allowed to play with the sisters again. A few years later, I began to play doctor with the next-door neighbor boy who was two school grades ahead and far more developed 'down there' than I was. We met on Sunday mornings, at his house in the living room with a large dark green scratchy couch while our parents were at church, and the excuse was to do homework together. I would carry some books next door and ring the front door bell and stand on the open front porch for awhile just to convince any snoopy neighbors that nothing unusual was happening. Not long after sitting down in the living room he would ask, "So do you want to fool around?" Somehow the answer was always yes, so he started right into his doctor routine and would get very excited, even flush faced. By the time I was allowed to unzip and open his pants (he wore white briefs also) --- he was always rock hard. Getting Mike nude was much later in the process as I was always the patient, he the doctor, and he always remained clothed during my examinations except maybe one time he was only in his briefs and I could easily see how much fun he was having with me. I protested that on several occasions because I wanted to see and feel him soft and watch him grow. I know he got excited seeing and feeling my small and bare private areas, while I was thrilled by his short but thick hairy penis and large balls which were fun to handle and fondle. Mike had a collection of magazines and brochures with black and white photos of briefs-clad and nude undeveloped boys and early developing teens. I enjoyed looking at the pictures as they would give me tinglies in my tummy and genitals. But he would only let me see them if I stood in front of him while he sat on the scratchy old green couch and had his way with me: slowly stripped me down to my white underpants, then with legs spread wide, examined and fondled me very thoroughly with the briefs on, and after he pulled them down and off. He also introduced me to belt spankings, sometimes laying on the couch and sometimes laying on the floor with a couch pillow under my tummy. The belt whippings began with the protection of underpants, but then also on my bare bottom and thighs, back and front. Front thigh spankings gave him another opportunity to observe, squeeze, and handle my pale and smooth pubescent boy parts.....he really loved it. So I was the patient for Mike, but became the doctor with my younger brother. We would have marathon Monopoly games and the winner would get the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to the loser. My brother lost many games so I had the chance to practice my newly learned examination, spanking, and fondling techniques quite extensively on him. Because he was shy we would begin with him laying face down on his small single bed, naked except for his white brief underpants. With my left hand squeezing a butt cheek to hold him down, I would snake my right hand up under from behind in search of his hidden naughty boy bits. As I found and began fondling his penis and ball sac through his briefs, he began to moan and writhe about---too much movement and a sharp hand spanking would commence. After the spanking settled him down, he was ordered to turn over and lay on his back so I had complete uninhibited access. Following brief inspection of his still covered front, I slowly pulled down his underpants, removed them, then pushed his legs wide apart to continue my examination and fondling in methodical detail. His genitals were small and undeveloped at that time, but his little cut cock would get hard and he had a couple beginning stray blond pubic hairs here and there around the smooth soft ballsac which contained his young firm testicles ... very cute and fun to squeeze, stretch, tickle, and intimately explore from pleasure to discomfort. The next door neighbor boy who enjoyed playing doctor on me was the first (and only) friend who wanted to introduce his penis to my bottomhole and beyond, as he said he and his cousin routinely enjoyed each other. I was game for enjoying stuff, but perhaps for lack of lubrication or my anxiety about his cock size he made it only to the entrance. My consequences for agreeing to the activity but failing to follow through was a naked butt, hand and belt spanking, followed by uncomfortable penis, scrotum, and boyhole "examination"....... and a mildly coerced 69 to finish up. Mike always encouraged me to swallow his copious cums and, after some practice, I found his milk tasty. We agreed to confine future activities to strip searches, doctoring, spanking, and mutual relief. Mike also staged some spanking "games" with me and a couple other boys at the same time. We were all ordered to the old coal bin in the basement, then take off our pants and one by one lay face down with our underpants still on. Mike would hand spank each of us while the others looked on, then peel down our briefs for a bare butt belt whipping. Following that he would make us spread our cheeks so he could poke and examine our bottomholes while pretending to take our temperature. I remember it being much more exciting than painful, and especially when we insisted he take a spanking from us ... he liked it when we examined and fondled his cock and sac during and after his spanking. I had some fun with a couple friends individually. We were pubescent and very interested in all the hows and whys. My parent's idea of sex education was the gift of a book at Christmas which talked about general physiology and changes during puberty, along with nice hand-drawn illustrations. One at a time I would review the book with a friend; we'd start to get excited and then I suggested that we adjourn to the tiny fruit cellar in the basement under the stairs where we might explore each other privately. We went down, closed the door to the cellar where it was pitch dark and, standing face to face, started to take down our trousers. The agreement was we could feel each other in our underpants and then naked. It was very exciting, though one friend wore boxer shorts which made it more difficult to feel his genitals. After awhile we would slide our underpants down and allow complete access to our little cocks and balls. One of my friends had already developed a bit of pubic hair which was fun to run my fingers through as I fondled him. Our boycocks usually got hard and the feelings of someone else examining you were fantastic. We never had orgasms, but just a great deal of fun groping and feeling about how each other's parts felt. In junior high school I became a locker-room voyeur. Never enjoyed gym class much, but the changing and showers were a complete joy. Athletic supporters were optional in junior high, mandatory in senior high, and there were random jock checks during roll call when you had to pull down the front of your gym shorts to show your jock. Most boys wore white brief underpants in those days, so it was a nice parade in the locker room, then when we all had to change out of our underpants into jocks, even more eye candy! There were swimming classes as part of phys-ed; for boys swim suits were not allowed, nor in senior high so there were many great sights. We were expected to soap shower thoroughly before pool, and the gym teacher inspected us as we exited the shower room - mostly by rubbing our arms or wrists to see if anything came off. If he sent us back to the showers to get clean, we earned a whistle cord across the bare butt after roll call. Sometimes the coach would lean down to test the ankles of some of the boys - I like to think now that he did that when he wanted a better look at some nicely developing boy. In junior high, there was plenty of variety: very small and bare like me, to sparse pubic hair and growing genitals, to surprisingly hirsute young men with adult size penis and testicles. So much fun to watch and learn! I watched a couple boys with great interest in 8th or 9th grade locker-rooms. Gary was a carrot-top fireplug but very athletic and went out for all sports. He had a little ginger bush above a stubby boy cock and small-apple round scrotum; always changed out of white briefs into a jockstrap, and took a lot of time with a towel between his legs after showers (showing off?). While a warm shower generally caused a lot of boys' genitals to hang a little lower, his never did. I always tried to get a locker near his so I could watch, although the "jocks" usually liked to be together. Marvin was a very slender average height boy who played varsity basketball. This kid was baby smooth, tiny balls, but had a flaccid pencil-penis that had to be at least 8 inches long. I watched in awe as he walked to the showers, cock bouncing from thigh to thigh, and it seemed that he didn't mind showing off despite his quiet demeanor. How could such a small guy be so big "down there" I wondered. I did not have naked doctor exams as a kid, but had my first as a young teen when I had to get a physical for a summer job with the city. I worked as a "pool attendant," which was just a series of various tasks at a neighborhood swimming pool; including making sure boys did not run through the wet tiled shower and locker rooms. Much to my disappointment, there were perhaps only one or two boys who ever paid attention to the "strict rule" of nude soap showers before swimming, or who had (what I would consider good sense) to strip off their suits after the pool and shower off the chlorine. Went to the health department rather scared because of several stories I'd heard about Doc S. But I wanted the job, so I showed up, and the nurse told me to undress down to underpants. Doc came in and did all the "normal" tests, then sat in his wheeled office chair and closely watched me do several calisthenics (pushups, situps, bend over touch your toes, walk across the room and back) in my white briefs. It seemed we were finished after that, but my feelings of relief quickly vanished when Doc asked me to stand in front of him (he was seated with his desk behind him ). I did so, and he began to quite thoroughly feel me up the front, back, and between the legs of my underpants. Without warning he slid my briefs down to my knees, and ordered me to take them off completely. I was now naked and embarrassed. He pushed my thighs apart so I stood before him with legs spread fairly wide and performed an aggressive hernia check, then much more feeling around. He ordered me to walk across the room again and back as he watched carefully. I was quite excited but don't recall getting hard - maybe just slightly. Then he asked me to turn around and do 5 or 6 slow toe touches as he sat behind me and observed my hairless butt crack and boy hole. When I finished he ordered me to face him again, legs wide apart so he could re-examine my very early pubescent penis and testicles much more. I felt more butterflies in my stomach and got semi-firm before he completed his inspections. Though very embarrassed, I recall his hands being quite warm and comfortable on my genitals." 122. Mark "Here are the three teenage events I remember. One, age twelve. I went to a friend's house and we got to talking about sex and masturbation came up. I hadn't done this yet and never talked about it with anyone. He asked me if I wanted to know how to do it and we went into the bathroom. Lee pulled his shorts and boxers down and started to jerk his three incher with one hand. He hung his balls over the elastic of his boxers and I remember thinking how much bigger they were than mine. Lee had no hair yet. After a few minutes Lee said he was "almost there." He jerked more determinedly and then took his hand off his erection; it jerked up one, two, then three times of its own accord. He then showed me a slight sticky clear film on his cockhead, nothing much. That was my only lesson and we never repeated anything sexual again. I wasn't ready to come for a year down the road. Two, age fifteen. I was over at my aunt's house with my mom and little sister and I went to use the bathroom. I finished taking my piss and started to handle my swelling cock a little. There were two mirrors on the wall and I saw myself in one. In an instant I decided to try to jerk off. I don't know why because I couldn't be gone long or it would seem odd. I started in, pulling my chinos and boxers down just enough with my left hand and jerking with my right, ready to yank them up if anybody came up the stairs; the door wasn't even locked! I was watching myself in the mirror above the sink and I was excited by the fear of discovery and more the need to rush through the jerk. The need to rush made it feel like one big imminent come. I looked down at my cock and wanted to stop to prolong the pleasure but knew I couldn't. I looked back to the mirror and made faces as the danger of being found out made me feel I was on the edge. I looked back and forth about four times before I came in my hand and on the floor. I grabbed a towel (!) and wiped my hands and the floor and had my pants up in an instant. Honestly, the time from finishing my piss, jerking and having my pants up was no more than a minute and a half. It was such a good come that I tried to duplicate the speed at home but it wasn't the same as the time at my aunt's. I used to do it in public restrooms, which was exciting for a while. The third event, several actually, was when I was fifteen and sixteen. I jerked with some teammates when I was on the JV lacrosse team, only jerking, nothing else. We did this a couple of times in the showers but about five or six times in Steve's rec room basement. BTW, Steve's was the first uncut cock I saw in real life. The five or six of us that did this were above average large in the cock department. Wesley had the shortest cock at about five and a half inches but it was a "beer can" cock, really fat around. I can see all of those cocks from our meetings to this day, it was a sausage fest for sure. Each of us shot like five or six ropes minimum looking at porn on the internet to "get interested." This was my last gay experience. I am married and have a kid now. When I fantasize about gay sex I think back to the guys in Steve's basement." 123. Todd "First time sucking, eight. Was a ten year old neighbor. Had me go down on him in his living room. I liked him enough to put his dick in my mouth. He returned the favor. Intense, but didn't get a come, don't know if he did. Next, three boys from the neighborhood, me nine and my friend from school, his older brother and his friend. The older brother, twelve, showed off for us. He beat it HARD! His balls were slamming. He got a little sperm. Then he wiped it on me and his brother! I was getting pleasure but no orgasm until I hit eleven. Jerked with a number of boys, most of us no sperm. I just got wet at eleven, precum. I came at twelve and went from there twice a day, every day. Did it when I was sick with the flu! I cock watched and in eighth grade there was one boy who had an obvious four incher swinging in his sweats. It regularly got swole enough that he poked out his pants semi-hard, drove me crazy! I tried not to be obvious in looking. Got cruised in a park at fifteen and mutually sucked and then got fucked a few times later, same guy." 124. Rick "My uncle drove a truck long haul for years. When I was 13, 14, 15 I got to go on a run with him for about a week each summer when I was out school. It was great to be free from everything and see the country. My uncle let me do simple chores maintaining the truck and he let me try cigarettes. He told me he understood about a boy needing to jack off daily and he said he needed to do it too. I got to jack off in the cab going down the road, above everyone else except other trucks. My uncle liked to watch. I saw him jack in the sleeper and I jacked him and he jacked me. That was all we did, no sucking or anything else. He was married at the time but I suspect he probably did it with other men when he was on the road." 125. Dan "I love cock! I enjoyed mine as a little kid but when I started with other boys near puberty, watch out! I was gung ho! My first experience was with Junior, real name Travis, when we were in 5th grade. I was 11 and he was 11. We were in Junior's basement and somehow we started talking about cocks and jacking. We were going to have a school talk on puberty in class near the end of the year and that's how the subject came up. We both knew about jacking and Junior said we should show cock. I was all for it and said "you first." He pulled his jeans down and out came a big cock! Twice as big as mine. I said, "Holy Shit!" and told him how big it was. Junior was physically bigger than most guys in the 5th grade but his cock was like a 13 year old's. He was hairless and uncut and his balls were big too. Then I showed mine thru my fly, I'm cut. I had it done when I was nine so I knew what a foreskin was because I had one. We went back and forth showing more and jacking our cocks some. We had to be careful as Junior's mom and sister were upstairs. I was stiff and hard most of the time but Junior's went up and down between showings. Junior said he could get come, I couldn't yet but I was getting close to getting some precum. I asked Junior to see his come and he agreed. Junior jacked it for less than 30 seconds, grunted, and then showed me a small smear of clear fluid on his hand. He had come but only a little bit. We repeated our showing and jacking together in his basement about 6 times before Junior moved at the end of the year. I wish I could see him grow over the next few years! After Travis, I started doing it with Robert who was in my school but we started fooling around during the summer. We started when we were 11 and did it together until we were 12. I won't forget Robbie's cock. He had the limpest cock I've ever seen. His cock was longer than mine, uncut but it wasn't thick. His balls hung low too. When we jacked, I would be hard in no time but Robbie took forever to get half hard. I was getting precum and orgasms by now and Robbie was getting orgasms but no come. When I saw Robbie naked at the pool or in his room his cock was always hanging, it was ridiculous. If a 12 year old needed Viagra he would be it! I also jacked a few times with a guy named Zachary who was in my class. He was cut and got some come but he was an idiot and talked about doing it and our teacher overheard and he got him and me in trouble. We had done it a few times, just jacking quickly, no coming, in the boys room with a few other boys. They didn't get in trouble tho. By far the best time was with Nathaniel, or Nate, we all had short nicknames. We go to his house or mine and look at pictures on the computer. We would take out our cocks and half the fun was looking at the other guy. Nate was a little older than me, 13, and he had a great cock. He had a lot of dark hair and his cock was dark, fat and uncut. I loved feeling it and jacking it because it was so fat. I really enjoyed his foreskin and the slick feel, that's when I missed mine. He dared me to suck him and eventually I did but it took a lot of convincing. I didn't suck him to orgasm and Nate only put my cock in his mouth a few times, not really sucking tho. I liked the smell of his cock (and underwear!) and we usually shot into our hands or a paper towel so we could see and smell our come. I moved when I was 13 and I didn't get to hook up with any guys in my new school. Some fake jerking in the showers as a joke but I had no sex life in high school, just looking at cock on the internet." 126. Ty "When I was eight I would lie in bed in my underpants reading. I would rock back and forth against my soft blanket. I would cross my lower legs and hang them on my baseboard to increase the pressure on my erect penis. I was definitely masturbating but I didn't have more than the sensual pleasure of my body and my penis, no orgasms. I had seen my dad's penis as a kid and it looked real big to me but when I was ten I had an experience with and older cousin Tomas that redefined big in my book. Tomas was around fourteen or fifteen and we visited my aunt's family a couple of times one year. Tomas wasn't the brightest guy or good looking by any stretch but he was nice to me when I visited. He took me out around the neighborhood. Tomas had his bedroom set up in the basement and he had a computer. He showed me some porn and he asked me if I jerked off. I said no but I wasn't sure what he meant and he told me it was when a guy rubbed his hard penis. He asked me if I wanted to learn how and I said yes. Tomas took down his boxers and a huge cock hung down. I was blown away, I couldn't believe my eyes how big it was. Tomas had four or five inches hanging and plenty thick. He was cut and the head was real flat. Tomas got hard and his cock looked like a big fat baseball bat, easy seven inches. It made his hairy balls look small compared to his cock. Tomas' cock and balls were impressive but ugly! The cut job he had wasn't good and with his small cap of a cockhead it didn't look any better. Tomas jerked it to porn on the computer and I am sure he got off on me watching. He made funny faces and came which I thought was a mess but I saw it for the first time. I showed myself to Tomas the next day and he did it in front of me again. I imitated him and I was excited but didn't get off, I didn't get off until I was eleven. I watched Tomas jerk off five times that summer and it was a sight I won't ever forget. I sucked my first cock when I was twelve. I was forced to do this by the class bully who lived on the way home from school. Eddie was a movie school bully like the guy in the movie, "Christmas Story." He was big, stocky and fat with a pig face. He had a pug nose and beady eyes. He would intercept me on the way home from school and say something like "come on over, I want to show you something" and take me around to the back door of his house. You couldn't run or he would pound you. Eddie didn't waste much time getting to the point, he told me I was going to have to suck his cock to leave. We went out of sight of the sliding glass door, Eddie was between me and escape. I got on my knees and Eddie unsnapped his jeans just enough and pulled his briefs down and got his already erect cock out. Eddie's cock was big for twelve, four inches and fat, but after Tomas it didn't seem like much to me. I was as long but not near as thick and Eddie had hairs and his balls that would produce a couple or three shots of white. I sucked him for a minute, he pulled out to get his pants down more. He slid the skin off his cockhead and bent his cock down. After another minute sucking, he came in my mouth. He pulled out quickly, got his pants up and told me to get out. After the first time I could be in and out of there in five minutes. I sucked Eddie maybe a dozen or so times. Eddie had made other guys suck him, including relatives, and I think it caught up with him and he got pounded by his dad and that ended that. I jerked with two other guys when I was twelve and thirteen, not at the same time. Chris and me used to wander around a warehouse site during the summer and there were some concrete buildings that were temporarily empty. It was cool to go in there in the heat of the summer. We'd be in sneakers and jeans but no t-shirt. Laying on the floor would cool us down. I guess it was just being in a deserted place but we decided to jerk and we opened our jeans and this led to us jerking each other to intense orgasms. I think it was because we were alone and doing it with each other was exactly like what we wanted to do when we did it by ourselves. It was like we knew exactly what the other guy was thinking, it was like doing it to ourselves. I had started to get some clear come at twelve. The last guy was Johnny Mac and we had sleepovers. We'd be in the basement staying up late watching movies in just our underwear and we would jerk off but mostly just us doing ourselves and not the other guy. We both had creamy come and we had to clean up with TP. That was it for boyhood experiences for me. When I think back, I jerk off to the sight of Tomas' big cock and think of being forced to suck Eddie again." 127. Donnelly "I didn't write in before because so much happened that I didn't think I could write it all down. Here is a lot of what happened. I remember going to my aunt's house and we could run around "naked as wild Indians." Me and my cousin were 5 and we had loin cloths and sticks for bows and arrows. He was a little bigger than me and I liked looking at his muscled butt. There was a blowup pool and we were completely naked when we played in it. I don't remember getting hard at 5 but maybe. I don't remember if anything happened at night but we were in the same bed so it could've. I first masturbated at age 7. I was at the beach and went off into some dunes and layed there drying off. It was the heat of the sun and I was feeling it on my skin and I reached into my hot suit and played with my "pp" for some reason. I got hard and I moved my foreskin in my fingers and it felt great. I was a little worried about being caught but I kept doing it and doing it. I had my eyes closed and my mouth open and I came with a loud "Oh!" I kept my hand on my "pp" but was ready in case someone came because of my making noise. Jesus! This was the beginning and I did a lot for a kid. I had soft, one piece jammies and I used to wear them without underwear because they felt so nice. I would masturbate with my hand on the outside and the feeling was intense. I remember doing this on Saturday morning watching cartoons on the couch. The reason I distinctly remember this is my year older sister saw me and told me that she was going to tell on me for doing it. I told her she better not and she didn't. I am sure she was doing it too and didn't want to risk getting in trouble herself. I know she had her hands in her panties under her nightgown many times, I just didn't know what she was doing at the time! I saw my friend's, and they saw my cock, when we peed outside. Showing was no big deal and we did it for no reason but to goof off. Strangely, I don't remember showing boners that much. We did, but not that often. One thing we did was fake hump each other when bent over. It was understood what we were doing was in some way connected with sex but we didn't really know what sex meant. Sex was for baby making and what we did was fun and boy games. We did pull our bathing suit and sometimes our pants down and finger our butthole which was funny and kind of nasty. We showed our butts for fun but it was for a joke. I masturbated sometimes in the morning when I woke up at age 8 and 9. Starting at 9 and continuing until I was 10, I sometimes wet the bed. I had to sleep in my briefs on a pad. The doctor said it was stress, my parents were getting divorced, but I think it was also the start of puberty for me. 10 was also the start of something else for the boys of the neighborhood – group jerks and cock sucking. Keith was actually 10 but looked younger. He was the first to do it. Keith would "prance about" and pretend to be a girl. This wasn't just him but soon everyone did this between 10 and maybe 12. It let other guys know that you wanted to do something sexual. I think most guys learned about masturbation by 10. If they didn't learn it themselves they learned it from the other boys. We started this when we slept outside in tents but soon it became a regular activity around the neighborhood. The woods and garages gave us enough privacy. Most of the sucking was not to orgasm. Later on some guys did suck "all the way." One guy was Keith's little brother Michael who started sucking guys when he was 9 and we were 11 and 12. He did it with gusto. I can still see him wiping the side of his mouth after sucking. I guess his older brother taught him young. I did other sexual stuff on my own. I peed in the sink while brushing my teeth sometimes. I think I was so aware of not peeing my bed and my mother's constant concern, that when I got control of that I peed into the sink to be defiant at age 11 or 12. I masturbated to orgasm, still dry until I was twelve, in the back seat of the car on a trip and I did this at the pool in a lounge chair facing away from the pool. This was risky as I still threw my head back when I came so it would be noticeable but I got away with it both times. Nearing 12, we all started getting totally horny. At sleepovers we would hump pillows and each other! We would sometimes come in our pants. A few times a guy lying on the floor would have to let someone come on him as a "punishment" or a dare. We mostly mutually jerked off when we could get into a house where no one's parents were home. Personally, I was jerking constantly. I would go off to a path or alley and do it to be out of my house. Waking in the morning, I was always horny and had to jerk. Seeing other boys from age 8 to maybe 16 made me horny. I thought about having sex with them. I had a very small thong panty hidden in my room. When I could be alone, not often enough, I would dance around in this and I would get rock hard and be on the verge of coming in no time. I would pull my cock out at the last second and shoot a spray of come on my bedspread. I didn't care. After coming in the thong too many times it got too stained and gross and I had to throw it away. I had sex with a girl when I was 12, almost 13. She was the younger sister of a friend. It was a dry hump. We were in the backyard on the patio in bathing suits and my friend went inside and his little sister, who was about 10, came over and got on me. I got hard and she smiled and wriggled around on my lap. I came in a flash. I went to Karate when I was 13. I made friends with some of the older boys. I was asked to come over to a boy's house after class. Phil was 15. He was stocky and well built. We went downstairs to his rec room and he asked me leading questions. We ended up in our socks and underwear on his couch. I masturbated him. He was the first guy that had a full bush of hair and I liked it. He jerked me and I came in no time. I went to several boy's houses, I guess the word got around. I sucked one boy who was 14, a beautiful uncut cock, and he came in my mouth. The next time I was with Phil he pushed me down on the couch and straddled me and made me suck him. I can still see his cockhead coming at me and the feel of his hairy balls on my chest. I was conflicted. I was horny but guilty about sucking these older guys. My mom pulled me out of the class and I stayed away from those older boys. I babysat at 14. I didn't do anything with the boys and girls I sat for but the boys would be boys. They would run around in their underwear and goof around and show their butts. I could tell some boys knew I was perving and they would act coy but show more than was necessary and sit in my lap. I had to try hard not to get hard. After they went to bed I would go to the bathroom and jerk off. I had one exception to the above but it was a special circumstance. I visited my aunt when I was 15. My cousin from the above story, Willy had a younger brother of 12, Reggie. Will had grown and still had an athletic body, and how! I did suck his cock when I was there and it was fat and still uncut. I took care of Reggie one night and right before bed he asked me if he could suck my cock. He said he knew I had sucked his brother. Reggie told me that he sucks Will all the time. Reggie, in his pajamas, sucked me like a Popsicle and I gave him a big load. By high school my reputation was that of a closet case. I was very masculine but what everyone said behind my back was that I was gay. It was true but I didn't want to be labeled and was confused and it fucked up my head and my life. I went through my mid-teens pretending that I wasn't gay but once I left home I was able to live without the burden of being defined by my past. I do like looking back but I happy I don't live there anymore." 128. Brandon "My best friend Tucker lived in the house right behind mine. Our birthdays were a week apart. We had known each other our wholes lives, in a way we were like brothers. We looked alike; same height, around same weight, eyes and same dirty blonde hair. The earliest I can remember is being 5 years old. We would play the game "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." We knew this was wrong, which is why we did it. This is all we did at this age. I don't remember too much about this or how often we did it. It was one of the things we did. Around the age of 7 years old we started to hump stuffed animals. When we did this, we almost always had clothing on; however, we had done it without clothes on. The reason why we had clothes on, was because if our parents walked in. I don't recall how it started but we started to put our mouths around each other dicks. We didn't blow each other. We just had our mouths over them. We both enjoyed the warmth it provided. Anytime we did it, we had to pick the fuzzy balls of lint of our dick from our underwear or wherever it came from, otherwise we wouldn't do it. It wasn't long after we did this, that we learned sucking on each other dick was even better. We were closer to 8 years old around this time. We had a lot of fun doing this. We were in the woods at Tucker's grandparents' house. It had just rained and everything was muddy. We got covered in mud, head to toe. They told us to hop in the shower to get cleaned off. We got in together. He washed my back and I washed his back. I got the soap bottle and squirted some on my hand and washing my dick, in a jacking off motion. I showed him and he started doing it to me. I did it to him. That started a weird thing happening. We put a lot of different shit on our dicks from paint to food condiments. After a while he put chocolate syrup on his dick, that's when I started to lick him and blow him. That's how we started to blow each other. For a while only way we would it do it is if peanut butter and or chocolate syrup was on our dick. We figured out that we didn't need that stuff to blow each other. We would do this a lot, especially in the summer months. We watched porn, straight porn that is. We didn't know gay porn existed. We still continued to blow each other. On my 10th birthday, we were at my uncle's house getting my present, Tucker and I found a porn tape and we took it. We were going to watch it in my room after everyone went to bed. We could not wait till the night to watch it. This tape changed everything. This tape showed anal penetration. I had no idea you could do that or it never occurred to me. We both knew we had to try this. Since it was my birthday I would go first. I remember it wouldn't go in the first time and we had to get something to use. We both loved it; we loved it even more when we hit puberty. Happiest times of my life." 129. Harvey "I got into S/M early. My best friend and I used to slap each other's bare glans, we were cut, with our fingers which stung and got us hard. We'd flick each other with middle fingers which really hurt. And then there was the ultimate, the use of a wooden ruler which was extremely painful and dangerous. We started doing this when we were eleven. We masturbated together from eleven to twelve." All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2017.