Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2020 13:01:11 -0400 From: Allan@GrassyValley.us Subject: Allan's New Play-Pretty (Young-Friends) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I wrote the "Allan’s New..." stories based on my own experiences and memories, so they are real experiences even though I have taken artistic license in the telling. So, these are fictionalized accounts of my story, any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. These stories never mention protected sex. But always use condoms and get tested regularly. If it is illegal to read this material where you live, then don't. All rights reserved. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Allan's New Play-Pretty By: AllanNKnox My fifth-grade year was one of learning, wonderment, and discovery, and it was NOT because I had a great teacher in school that year. In fact, she was a sour, decrepit Old Biddy that everyone hated. No, that was the year I discovered that I am a sexual being, and I liked it. I was ten years old and a somewhat shy pre-pubescent youth from a conservative religious background. The "Old Biddy" was very strict and had the school day regimented like a prison camp. Every day there were three restroom breaks and three only, and because we knew that she would never come into the boy's restroom, we took advantage of the time to have a few minutes of freedom. There was a boy in my class who had failed at least one grade, so he was at least a year older than the rest of us. Willy looked like he was from Scotch/Irish stock, was bright-eyed, slender, well-defined (probably from farm work) and, a little taller than any of the other boys in the class. He had a smuggly aggressive attitude, was considered scrappy, and had a reputation for fighting, probably from growing up with older brothers in a big family. One day during a restroom break, when it was my turn to go in, Willy was already at the leftmost of the three urinals. I was about to get in line behind him because there were lines behind the other two. But, Willy turned his head around and said, "this is going to take a while, get in another line." We usually did what Willy said. At least that explained why the other lines were longer. The middle urinal suddenly was down to one boy, so I side-stepped into that line quickly. About the time I stepped up to the urinal and started to pee, Willy took a step back from his urinal and started flailing his erect 12+-year-old penis, rubbing it and acting like he was in ecstasy. Everyone suddenly fell quiet and gaped in awe at his huge penis, at least it seemed huge to us. He said something about being a man and that all the rest of us were still boys because our dicks were still small, and we couldn't cum. Most of us had never even seen another guy's dick before and, here was an older boy showing off his fully erect dick to us. He obviously took great pleasure from what he did to it, as well as from showing off and shocking us. Willy's dick looked to my 10-year-old eyes like a monster dick. It looked like he was circumcised, but it was hard to tell with him moving it around so fast as he shook it some and stroked it some, never holding it still. I would guess the measurements at about 6" in length and 3 to 4" around because it looked like it bulged in the middle. He seemed to calm down a bit and started stroking it earnestly, but quickly. While I didn't know about cumming then, I'm sure he did and would have shown us that too if the teacher hadn't yelled into the room, "What’s going on in there?” then more quietly, “Oh, Mr. Boring will you go in there and see what those boys are up to?” Everyone suddenly became all business. Willy stepped back up to the urinal, stuffed himself back in as best as he could, and walked out as if nothing happened. Before this, I can’t remember ever having a sexual thought, even when I played “doctor” with my female cousin as a small boy. I enjoyed doing that because it was naughty, not because it was sexy, but that’s another story. After the restroom incident, I became curious about other guy’s dicks, you might say, I was obsessed, and would take every opportunity to catch a glimpse of one. I also stuck close to Willy during restroom breaks for weeks afterward, hoping to get another look at his. But Willy never showed it again, even when asked respectfully by the other boys who were not fortunate enough to be in the restroom at the time of his last show. You see, the word got around, who said straight guys don’t talk about other guys dicks. Comparing myself to Willy made me feel inferior. My penis envy for Willy turned to curiosity, and it led me to take many risky glimpses over the next few months. And, showed me that I was not as different from other boys my age as I had thought. Boy! was I relieved. But there was one difference between myself and some other boys that I didn’t expect. I saw my first uncut dick. There was this boy in the restroom, sitting on a commode with his legs spread apart wide enough for me to get a good look, and I was amazed. His normal-sized penis (for our age) was covered by this skin sheath that narrowed as it hung beyond the end. At first, I thought his dick didn’t have a head or crown, but because I could see the outline of a crown under the skin, I realized that the crown was simply covered by the extra skin. It seemed to me that it must be very messy when he had to pee, but back then I didn’t realize that you could pull the skin back out of the way. I was circumcised as a baby, my parents said, as a matter of cleanliness. I was also curious about how to make myself feel good, like Willy did. So, I tried shaking and rubbing my penis and was surprised that it felt so good. Occasionally I’d do it long enough to feel a surge of pleasure that was beyond description, so then I started doing it for the surge, whenever I had any privacy and enough time; two or three times a day if possible. I was too young to make sperm like Willy talked about, but this is how I first discovered masturbation. My curiosity didn’t stop with dicks. I found that I really enjoyed looking at the butts of my male classmates. I quickly discovered that there was a difference in the shapes of their butts, and that some were decidedly more pleasing than others. I didn't have the chance to see any of their butts without clothes until the end of the year, but it was a favorite fantasy of mine to imagine seeing them naked and touching them. Beyond that, I had no idea what I would do with their butts should they be made available; I just knew I wanted to do more than just look at them. I even went so far as to make a small drawing of each boy’s butt in profile to make them easier to remember. I drew each one in rows on a piece of paper that preserved their seating order in the classroom. I guess this adds new meaning to the words “anal-retentive.” An aside: Near the end of the year, I convinced a classmate to let me “massage” his butt working on him slowly, to pull down his pants and then his underwear. His firm, round globes that I would later learn was a bubble butt was so beautiful with its youthful covering of light, short, blond hairs; it felt so silky that I couldn’t control myself, I just had to feel it against my cheek. He thought I was weird, but I loved it. He never would do anything with me again, but we remained casual friends afterward. Of course, the dicks I saw and the butt shapes I imagined by looking at my drawings and the fit of each guy’s pants were at the heart of my jack-off fantasies. In the realm of my imagination, I had a very active sex life. But it is funny to me now because those fantasies never included traditional sex acts that are possible between two guys. I imagined seeing them naked and touching them, stroking or caressing them, hugging and rubbing my body against theirs, and possibly masturbating together, but that’s all. The thought of doing any of that with those boys brought me to my dry orgasms faster than anything else I could imagine. First Time Cumming During the Great Depression, it was not uncommon for boys to hit puberty as late as 15 years old. But by the time I was a boy, medical science and nutrition had improved enough to lower the average age of puberty to about 12. Now boys commonly reach puberty around 10 years of age. At the end of my fifth year of school, I turned 11 and, as I said, had already discovered masturbation and an emerging interest in the naked bodies of the boys in my class. And “beating my meat,” as some of the older boys called it, had become my favorite pastime activity. But I was no fool; I knew that if I were caught, it would be embarrassing beyond devastation, and I might even be punished. I’d also heard someone say that it was sinful, but how could this be true? I just couldn’t understand, because it felt like such a good and joyful thing to me. How could anything that feels so good be so bad? But the thought made me cautious and observant about what other people might think and of what was happening to my body. And I was careful because I did not know if I might be damaging myself in some way. Most days during the school year, I had only two brief opportunities to practice my pastime each day, right after I came home from school when my parents weren’t yet home from work and again right before bed. You see, I am an only child and the original “latch-key kid” whose parents both worked and me with a key tied to a string around my neck to let myself into the house. But even with that much freedom, I was still eagerly anticipating the many hours of freedom I’d have each day that summer while my parents were at work. I fell into a pattern of beating my meat until that wave of pleasure washed over me, two or three times during the day, and then again, sometimes at night before going to sleep. Then, about two months after my 11th birthday, I was in my room lying on my bed naked from the waist down, and my shirt pulled up, happily masturbating for the first time that day. Letting the pleasure build as fast as it wanted (I hadn’t yet learned that I could control it), I continued happily toward orgasm. And it came as it had many times before, except this time as the flood of pleasure subsided, I realized that I was flooded in another way... I was wet. At first, I thought my bladder had let go of some piss, but it was thicker than that. “Oh, no, is something wrong with me,” I thought. Then surprise and relief set in as I realized, “this is ‘cumming!’ just like the older boys.” Then, “This is GREAT!!... But, yuck, what a mess!” So, I got a towel, wiped the stuff off my stomach, and threw it into the clothes hamper. I didn’t yet know that it could get crusty when it dried and even discolor a white towel before it’s washed. If my Mother ever noticed that towels were often like that, she never mentioned it. Thank You, Mom. So, about a month before starting 6th grade, I hit puberty with a splash, and by the time school started, I began to grow pubic hair. I itched constantly. It was embarrassing to be in public and have an itch that you simply must scratch your privates, but you can’t scratch in public. Of course, once the hair grew-in sufficiently, the itching stopped. One of the advantages of starting masturbation so early is that I was aware of changes “down there” when they happened. In the previous year, my dick had grown from a 2.5" stick to a 4" tube. Even though I had known that it would grow eventually, for some reason, I just didn’t expect it to happen now, and it made me change the way I masturbated. I discovered that one really pleasurable way of doing it stopped working well, so I had to find another. I realized it was because my dick was growing and was pleased with that, but hated having to alter my methods. By the start of school that year, I had already changed once and would have to change my methods again by late winter, because I was growing fast. --- The End... 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