Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 11:22:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Harold Balls Subject: People Wonder Why Thanks to all those who have written words of encouragment. As I have stated before, please consider giving a donation to Nifty so that we can continue have this site up and running. People Wonder Why I have written some stories about curious boys and learning about sex. Since I have been asked by some why I choose to write these kind of stories I thought I would do my best to explain. This story is a true account of how I learned about the joys of sex and why I have such a fascination in the subject now. It may be boring and sound like many other stories, but it is true. Growing up I was pretty normal from what i can recall and got along with most people, even though I was a bit shy. It was the late 60's and the only little secret I kept from my family and friends was the fact that I was always getting boners in the bathtub. I would spend a long time playing with my 2 inch boner while bathing, and got to the point where I would stick a wet wash cloth over it and found it fascinating that I could lift it up and down, I was normally interupted from my play time with a knock on the door telling me it was time to get out of the tub. When I turned twelve my parents had fixed the basement up and I was moved to my new room where I had the whole basement to myself. The small bathroom only had a shower and I found a new game to play with my boner. Now it was almost 3 inches long now, and I would place the wet wash cloth over it and direct the hot water to my crotch and thought it felt even better. This lead to the discovery that if I did it long enough, my little dick would jump and my stomach would feel like it had butterflies and then my whole body would tingle. I had no idea until a few months later that I was actually having orgasms. I would walk to my room with my dick tingling and thinking about how good it felt. It was during that time that I was invited to a slumber party with some other boys I knew, and we played a game of truth or dare in the dark. I was the youngest at age twelve, with two others being a year older than me and then there was a fourteen year old. It was the oldest boy who started daring us to pull down our underwear and touching each others dicks. This lead to the dare of letting another boy put their dick in our mouths for ten seconds. I had never heard of any such thing, and actually thought it was just a spur of the moment thing that no one had ever done before, except us four. After I had fallen asleep I felt someone nudging me on my shoulder and when I woke up it was the oldest boy asking me if I had enjoyed our game. I whispered that I thought it was really fun and he asked me if I wanted to do it some more in the bathroom. Inside the bathroom he turned on the light and asked me to take off my underwear. When I did he licked his lips and told me I had a cute boner and he wanted to suck it some more. It seemed strange to me at first, but once he started actually moving his lips up and down my shaft and licking my cockhead, I was hooked, it was much better than just sticking it in an idle mouth for ten seconds. "Now you do it to me just like I did you." He said after he had sucked me for about a minute. "For how long?" I asked. "For at least a minute like I did you, but you got to really suck it." He said. The older kids name was Ralph, and even though he was two years older than me his dick was probably about the same length as mine, and just slightly thicker. I took it into my mouth and did to him what he had done to me. The feel of his hard boy dick in my mouth made my dick twitch and I knew I loved the feel of another boys dick in my mouth. Sucking him longer than the minute he finally pulled my head away and told me he wanted to suck me again, but he wanted my to lie on the floor. Forty years later I can still remember the sight of him spreading my legs and leaning down and taking my boner into his mouth. His long, light brown, silky hair tickling my stomach as he bobbed up and down. He continued to suck me until I felt a familiar feeling from my experimenting in the shower. I let out a moan as my cock spasmed in his hot mouth and then he lifted his head and let my red shiny dick slide out. "I made you cum." He grinned. "You what?" I was still a bit breathless. "That feeling I gave you, it made you shoot cum into my mouth." He said. "The stuff that makes babies?" I was still a little confused by the name he was calling it. "Yeah, but you shot it in my mouth." He said. "I didn't know I could do that yet." I smiled. "You want to do it to me now?" He asked. "Sure." I said. I have read a lot of stories about how different boys reacted to their first taste of cum, but in my case, it was nothing spectacular, in fact if Ralph hadn't assured me that he had shot his load in my mouth, I wouldn't have know, it seemed to blend with my mouth full of saliva. But how his cock reacted in my mouth when he was shooting, well that was pretty awsome to me, I love how it had throbbed and twitched inside my mouth as he wiggled and moaned in pleasure. There was no doubt I had made him feel good and I loved the fact that I had. "You can't tell Ron and Tom that we did this." He warned me. "Why, they were doing stuff with us last night?" I asked. "Yeah, but not really sucking, and they will think we are gay." He said. "So we shouldn't have done it?" I asked. "It was fun and I liked it, but you don't want them thinking we are gay or anything, so just don't tell anyone." He said. The secret about what Ralph and I did that night in the bathroom was a secret I never revealed. Over the next couple months he would invite me over after school and we would end up sucking each other off and then pretend like nothing had happened. It was during this time that I found out what being gay was all about, and how others talked about gay people and I started feeling guilty. I couldn't admit to anyone that I enjoyed having Ralph suck me or that i got excited thinking about sucking him. It got to the point that I started trying to avoid him, just so I wouldn't be tempted, and I went back to using the shower as my outlet for attaining the pleasure I was addicted to. It may sound strange, but you have to remember I was still pretty naive about things, but I didn't know what masturbation was during this time. No one had explained to me that what I was doing in the shower was a form of masturbation, and the way I discovered how to do it outside the shower was by closing my eyes and licking my palm and fingers and pretending that my wet hand was Ralphs mouth. By pretending that he was sucking me, I felt no guilt and was still able to attain the orgasm or cum that I loved so much. The only person I told about my other discovery was Ralph, and he kind of laughed at me and told me I was jacking off. Ralph was pretty persistant and I would estimate that we sucked each other off about fifteen times over the next year. My dick had grown another inch and I started to get pubes just like Ralph had and it seemed I was always popping boners at the wierdest times. My second period class of the day was spent pushing down the tent trying to form in my pants and hoping no one noticed, and then just before my last class I would always pop another one and would sit in my chair until everyone had left. When summer came I was so relieved I didn't have to worry about getting caught. I spent my summer going to a small park that was just a couple blocks down the street from my house. There were other kids close to my age and younger that would hang out there, and it would normally result in some kind of ball game breaking out. I can honestly say that I never had any sexual thoughts about the boys that I was playing outdoor games with because I knew it would be a death sentence if I ever tried anything. But there was a boy who had been watching me, and I was about to find out about it. Steve was a skinny, curly brown haired kid with freckles across his cheeks and nose, who always had a mischievious grin on his face. He was nine years old and I guess he looked up to me. One during a game it started raining and all the other kids ran for home, while I decided to go seek shelter under a tree. I know it wasn't the safe place to be and I shouldn't have, but I didn't know any better, and apparently neither did Steve. It was a light rain and we were sitting side by side and not feeling any rain hit us so I stretched out my legs. "You got a woodie." Steve giggled and before I knew it his hand was right on my crotch. "Hey, stop that, I do not." I protested and moved his hand away. "Yes you do, look I can see it." He said pointing to the outline of my erect shaft through my tight fitting shorts. "Oh, well I didn't know I had one." I blushed when I realized I really did have a boner. "It looks bigger than mine." He said pointing to the little tent popped up in his running shorts. "Well I am older and it just gets bigger." I said. "Do you play with it when you get a woodie?" He asked. "None of your business." I said rolling my eyes. "Can I see it?" He asked as he moved his hand back to my crotch. "You already saw it, now stop it or someone will see." I said. "No, I want to see it for real, we can go into the bathroom and you can show me." He grinned up at me. "Why?" Was all I could ask. "Because I like seeing other guys woodies." He answered. "You seen other boys with woodies?" I asked. "Yeah, my cousins, but your woodie looks bigger." He said. To this day I don't know why I agreed to show him my teen boner, but I did, and it was the start of a whole new chapter in my life. Inside the small poorly lit bathroom we locked the door so no one could get in, and I pulled down my shorts and released my four inches of teen wood for the boy to examine. His small hand reached up and grasped it as he looked intently at it and stroked it up and down two times. "It feels really soft and hot." He whispered. "Have you touched your cousins dicks before?" I asked. "Yeah, and some other stuff too." He giggled. "Like what other things?" I asked as my cock twitched in his hand. "Like this." He replied. The nine year old leaned down slightly and licked the head of my dick and then stood up straight again grinning. "So you suck each others dicks?" I grinned back. "No, we don't suck them, we lick them like I just did." He looked at me kind of funny. "Oh, but you didn't really suck them?" I asked. "Nope, just lick." He shook his head no. "Can I do it to you now?" I asked. In no time flat he pulled his shorts down so I could see his small two inch boner sticking straight up. I went to my knees and put my hands on his small ass and licked the cute boy boner and then I put it in my mouth and sucked him. It was so exciting, and so different than Ralphs cock, and I loved it. Steve could only let out little moans as I sucked him for a couple minutes and he said he was going to pee. "Did you like that better than licking?" I asked as I stood up. "That was a lot better." He smiled and pulled up his shorts over his erect penis. "You should teach them that next time, it is a lot more fun." I said. Steve and I would meet at the park and if no one was around we would head to the bathroom and suck each other. I warned him about the stuff I was shooting out of my dick and he didn't seem to mind swallowing my cum, and he learned to let me suck him until he had a dry orgasm in my mouth. He left for two weeks to go stay with his grandparents and told me that he had taught his cousins about sucking and that they did every night with each other the entire two weeks. School started up again, and as far as anyone knew, I was still the innocent boy I was the year before, and no one ever suspected that I had an attraction for younger boys. Ralph and I continued to suck each other off and I finally admitted to him that I was doing the same thing to another boy. Steve turned ten and for his birthday party he told me his cousins were going to be spending the weekend with him and he got permission to have me come over for a sleepover. To this day I don't know why his parents didn't think it was odd that a thirteen year old would want to spend the night wth three younger boys, but they didn't object and I ended up spending the night. His cousins were eight and ten, and not as cute as Steve, but they were just as curious and horny as him, and before the night was over I had sucked them each at least three times, and got sucked by each of them. Steve took my dick out of his mouth before I shot my load, so they could see the "white stuff" he had told them about. The two brothers looked wide eyed at each other and then asked Steve if they could try getting me to do it again. I shot two more smaller loads and then I was too tired to do it anymore. That was my first multi boy suck session, if you don't count the night of truth or dare where I had three boy dicks in my mouth, but didn't really suck. Steve told me the next week that his cousins really thought I was cool and wanted to do it again sometime, but that never happened, and it is now just a happy memory. Ralph said he about creamed his shorts while I was telling him about my wild night, and he really wanted to meet Steve. Now it was my turn to have a sleep over and I invited Ralph to join Steve and I. It was the mid 70's and none of us knew the word or meaning of boy lovers, but looking back, I know that I was a true boylover at the age of thirteen and suspect fifteen year old Ralph was the same. My older friend just couldn't get enough of the younger boys dick and sucked him three time as I watched, and then told me he woke the boy up and they did it two more times while I slept. For the next two years I would have the pleasure of sucking Steve off either at the park or when we went to one of our houses for a quickie. Ralph got his drivers license and annnounced he was too old to be sucking dicks and Steve moved away a short time later. For the next three years I only had dreams of past fun as I jacked of multiple times remembering. In high school I found a cute girlfriend and before long she was sucking my cock and I was satisfied with that. I married her and we had two beautiful boys within the first three years of our marriage. We remainde marred for fifteen years even though she knew I was sneaking out at nights.Visiting a porno shop in which I was seeking out young looking guys looking to get their cocks sucked. The divorce was quick and easy and we shared joint custody of the boys. I never touched my sons nor did I have the desire to as they were growing up, but I admit to encouraging them to have sleep overs with their cute friends, and I often wondered if they knew about and did the things I did when I was growing up. My boys are grown up and marred, while I live alone happy with my memories and surrounded by a group of people who would never in a million years suspect my secret obssession with boys. I have never touched an underage boy since I was 15 and would never do so. The stories I write are wishful thinking mixed in with some real life adventures I shared with Ralph, and Steve and the one night with the horny little cousins. Glory hole sucks became my new vice and I could be seen sneaking into the back door of a fun little shop in Kansas City, looking for that young guy all the rest of the old pervs were eyeing, but for some reason, I always got them first. As for fucking another guy, well that was never my thing, and I don't want to be fucked. No, my sexual release has always been either by mouth or hand, and the occassional shower water, but nothing else. I hope this answers those questions about why I write about the things I do. No matter what I write or the fantasy I dream up in my head, you can be assured that I would never touch a boy in a sexual manner, but if I happned to see a couple horny boys fooling around, I would probably look for a few extra seconds before leaving them alone to have their fun.