Date: Sat, 14 May 2016 04:54:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories  Supplement Two

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Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Two

67.  Ernie

"I liked masturbating in and into my underwear as a boy, still do.  Sure, I
played with my penis a little when I was a kid but around ten or eleven
years old I started doing this for real.  I had just gotten to being able
to `skin back' all the way to pee; my foreskin took a long time to loosen
up.  Now I could avoid getting pee stains on my briefs.  I had the standard
white cotton ones and they would show the stains if I dripped.  I always
had yellow stains before that no matter what.  Skinning back my foreskin
led to my getting semi-erections and sometimes it slowed my being able to
pee all the way.  I ended up having to go back to finish.  As I got to
twelve years old, I would get full erections and this was a problem for me
when I went to pee in school.  I was asked why I was going to the boys room
so often or why I was `dilly dallying.'  I was trying to let my erection go
down but I couldn't say that in front of everybody.

I was getting erections more and more, especially in the morning when I
woke up.  Holding my urine until I wilted was painful.  I often couldn't
start or finish peeing fully.  I had no idea about masturbation and I had
only the vaguest idea of sex.  One afternoon I was on the school bus and
joking around with friends.  I hadn't been able to finish peeing in school
and my bladder was full.  Laughing on the bus caused me to pee myself a
little.  I was embarrassed to wet my pants.  No one noticed but I was aware
of being wet.  When I got home I went upstairs to the bathroom.  I dropped
my jeans and pulled my dick out of my wet briefs.  The wetness felt good.
I peed halfway and then got a full hard on.  I tried to keep peeing but I
couldn't.  I slid my foreskin trying to get more pee to come out but I just
got harder.

I waited because I had to pee so bad.  I started rubbing the wet, pilled
cotton that was against my balls, to kill time I guess.  This felt great.
I didn't know about sexual arousal but this is where I discovered it.  The
wetness of the cotton against my tightened scrotum was sending pleasure
through me.  My erection was inside my briefs and I slid my foreskin, wet
with urine, and I felt this series of jolts up my butt and into my spine.
I didn't have full orgasm that time but it was close.

Over the next few days I would slide my foreskin until I got the `jolts'
when I got hard at the toilet.  I was in the bathroom for longer and
longer.  Finally, after about two weeks, I was standing in front of the
bathroom mirror to watch myself as I went for my joyful kick.  I had my
hand in my briefs and was getting a greater build up than I ever had
before.  The pleasure was getting more intense than anything I had ever
experienced and I held my breath.  A full orgasm hit.  I thought I was
peeing myself.  I gasped and moaned out loud.  After coming back to Earth,
I looked and didn't see what I thought would be a big yellow wet spot.  I
looked in my briefs and saw a small amount of a slippery, clear fluid.  I
didn't know what it was.

I wanted to repeat this experience but I had to make sure I was alone so I
did this only after school.  I wanted to do it in the morning but I was
afraid my parents might catch me.  I masturbated every day.  I soon figured
out that I could do this and not pee myself so I did it in bed, morning and
night.  I was getting three orgasms a day.  I started doing it in the
school stalls or even just doing it with my hand in pocket.  This is where
I heard a classmate talk about `pocket pool.'  I realized that this was
something other boys knew about.

It was months and months before my load increased and became thicker and
whiter.  I was now getting a different type of stain on my briefs.  I think
my mom said something to my dad because I got `the talk' at thirteen.  I
tried to resist coming in my briefs but I couldn't.  I enjoyed the
sliminess and later the stiff feel of the fabric after having come in my
underwear.  I ended up putting on the same underwear for two days or more,
that's around three orgasms a day (!), and throwing other, unworn, crumpled
underwear in the laundry basket to cover my tracks.  My dick and balls grew
and I was pumping a full and very messy load by fourteen.  I did jerk off
without it always being in my briefs after thirteen but I continued the
practice quite a lot, it was my favorite way to do it.

I didn't have any same sex experiences until much later but I like mild WS
and, of course, seeing guys in underwear."


68.  Oliver

"In 1964 I was twelve-years-old and completely naive about anything
sexual. I knew I was having funny feelings and I had an overwhelming urge
to be seen naked by other boys and to see other boys naked. If the
opportunity arose to actually touch a naked boy's penis or him touch mine,
I was overjoyed with delight. So playing doctor was great if the other boy
would actually be interested in touching me, or letting me touch him. But,
unfortunately, the boys I knew didn't seem to have the same interest in
this activity as I did.

My dad was in the military and he received orders for Vietnam, which meant
he was being sent to California first and then on to Vietnam once all of
his processing was over. We lived in North Carolina at the time. This meant
my dad was going to drive three thousand miles to California. One of my
grandmothers lived in California. Disneyland was in California. My favorite
TV show was the Mickey Mouse Club. So somehow I managed to talk my parents
and my grandmother in allowing me to ride with my dad to California and
live with my grandmother while he was in Vietnam.

We arrived in the summer of 1964. Dad had to report to San Diego to do his
processing. My grandparents lived in Los Angeles. They both worked, which
meant that I had the house to myself during the day, until school
started. They had a wiener dog. A dachshund named Fritz. It wasn't anytime
before Fritz and I were the best of friends. I played with him all the time
and he followed me around like he was my shadow.

One very hot day in August, I decided to strip naked and play with Fritz on
the living room floor. We were having a fun time. Eventually I was played
out, so I just lay on my back with my eyes closed. Then I felt it. Fritz
was licking my penis. I was thinking how strange but why not see what he
does as long as he don't bite my wiener. I got a boner. I had been getting
boners frequently by then so it wasn't anything to fear. But once I got the
boner, Fritz licked me even more. I started getting this funny feeling in
my stomach area. It wasn't pain. It was just a weird feeling that I had
never felt before. I began sucking my stomach in and tightening my butt
cheeks. Then I started humping up into the air and back down. I didn't know
what was happening but it felt good, even if it was strange so I let Fritz
continue licking my boner.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt like something inside me wanted to get out. I
could feel it in the bottom of my abdomen. It wasn't in my tiny balls, but
above them in that V area below my belly button and above my penis. There
was this pulsing, gurgling feeling that was pushing towards my boned up
penis. By now my penis was so erect that it felt like it was made of iron
and it was sticking up straight and twitching on its own. All of a sudden,
I felt like whatever was trying to get out of me, was coming out now. So I
got up and ran to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. My boner was so
stiff that I couldn't point it down into the toilet and then it happened. I
started humping the air and out came this white fluid in squirts. It didn't
last long but it was so overwhelming I couldn't stand up. I fell to my
knees and had to stay there for a short minute or two to recover.

I had absolutely no idea what just happened. I was scared to death. I
thought I broke something inside me. I thought that because I let Fritz
lick my penis that I broke something and now I am going to be broken
forever. I cleaned myself up and put my clothes back on and just sat in
fear waiting to see if what just happened was going to repeat again. I
tried to think what that white stuff was and had no idea. I know it came
out my penis but no idea where it came from before that. It never did that
before.

I lived in fear that I was going to die because I broke my liver or kidney
or spleen or something inside there. School started and I was still
fearful. The second nine-weeks of P.E. Class was dedicated to Health
Class. It was Sex Education. That's when I saw a film about a boy and the
changes that takes place with his body. The boy was actually naked in the
film. It was black and white and I can remember to this day the teacher
telling us, before showing the film, no laughing or snickering. It was in
that class that I discovered that I wasn't broken but that I just started
puberty. Up until that class, I never played with my penis after that day
with Fritz. After that class, me and my penis became the greatest of
friends.

That is how I was introduced to my sexual body. As an adult I made up my
mind that if any boy asked about anything concerning his body, I would
answer his questions straightforward, because I didn't want any other boy
to go through those weeks of fear that I endured out of ignorance. You
might ask, if I was living in such fear, why didn't I ask someone about
what happened. Think about it. I was a very small, immature little
twelve-year-old boy who just let his pet dog lick him to orgasm. How do you
explain that to any adult? There is absolutely no way I could ever admit I
did that to anyone.

OK! Done. That is a detailed account of my first boyhood sex experience."

Oliver Part Two

"By the time I learned the truth about what happened, I had made some
friends who I could do it with.  So, no, I wasn't scared or anxious about
doing it with boys.  I grew up playing stripping games with boys, either my
younger brothers or my friends.  I always considered playing naughty games
with boys as part of being a boy.  It was the playing a naughty game with
an animal that I felt was breaking a taboo.

During my year and a half in California I made two good friends.  One was
only an at school relationship.  We had classes together and ate lunch
together.  The other friend was Donald Richardson, who I called Don.  He
was the same age as me, but not as naïve as me.  I met him on my way to
school.  I walked a mile and a half to school each morning and of course
the same distance back home in the afternoon.

One morning as I was passing Don's house he came out of his house and we
walked to school together.  We would meet up after school and walk home
together also.  After a short time, he asked me if I wanted to hang out at
his house until his parents got home.  I agreed because my grandparents
weren't home yet either, so it was nicer to hang out with someone rather
than being at home by myself.

Back then, the first thing boys did when they got home from school was
change out of their school clothes and into their play clothes.  So Don
stripped off his school clothes down to his white briefs.  He suggested,
since I didn't have play clothes to change into, that I should strip to my
briefs also and we could just hang out in underwear until his parents got
home, which I did.  So every day after school we would play in our
underwear together.  When we saw that film in Sex Education class things
changed.  We decided to take our briefs off and learn firsthand what
masturbation was really like.  At first we only played with ourselves but
eventually we were masturbating each other.

To this day, I thank that school for showing me that film so that I could
learn what masturbation was like and not feeling guilty for doing it, even
with another boy.  So, no, I have never felt guilty about playing naked
games with boys.  It is natural for boys to play such games.  Back then
boys didn't even talk to girls.  So there was no way for boys to play such
games with girls.  And besides, girls don't have a penis to play with
anyway.  So there is no way they could ever play with it right.

When I returned home, I was the way my younger twin brothers discovered
sex.  They are three years younger than me, so I just turned fourteen and
they just turned eleven when I got back home.  Our first game of doctor was
an eye opener to them."

Oliver Part Three

"I have twin brothers, David and Daniel. They are three years younger than
me. Their favorite of all games was Doctor. I liked all naked games, so I
was always willing to play Doctor with them. Davey and Danny enjoyed it so
much, because they got to get their big brother naked and play with his
wiener all they wanted to. Of course I had my turn being Doctor also, and I
got to play with their little weenies.

We had the perfect house for playing doctor. It was an old two story house
with the kid's bedrooms upstairs. Each was a huge room with a very large
walk in closet. Now, do not think of the modern walk in closet with all the
racks, bars and shelves. These were built around the Second World War, so
all they are is a huge room with a very long bar to hang up clothes and at
the end is a built in chest or trunk thing to story off season clothes. The
best closet for playing Doctor was the twin's bedroom. Their walk in closet
was even larger than the others and it even had a window to let in
light. One side of the room had the long bar for hanging up clothes and the
whole other side was a long deep built in trunk with a lift up lid. This
made a great Doctor's Examination Table. I could lay both my twin brothers
at each end, and still have room to sit on the table at their feet.

Whenever mom and dad were gone, I was left in charge because I was the
oldest. After our parents left, my brothers would plead with me, "Ollie
let's play doctor. Please!" I would eventually relent and we would go up to
their room, close the door, slide some chairs in front of it, so if our
parents returned and went looking for us, we would have some warning when
they moved the chairs. Then we would go into the closet and shut that door,
sliding their toy chest in front of it. I would ask, "Who's the doctor and
who's the patient?" This always varied. Sometimes they would want to be
doctor together, and sometimes they wanted to be doctor all by
themselves. Sometimes they wanted me to be doctor first. But however we
played the game, eventually all of us were naked being groped by the
others.

The last time I played Doctor with them, before going to California, was
when I was twelve and they were nine-years-old. They told me that they had
to give me a good going away physical. So they both examined me together
from head to toe, not missing looking at and touching anything. They loved
touching my wiener. At twelve I was beginning to have erections all the
time. Now my penis had started growing and my balls had dropped just a
little. Not enough that I even noticed but my brothers sure
noticed. Especially when I got a boner. They knew my boner was bigger now
than their boners. They enjoyed giving me a boner and then letting it go
soft and then making it bone up again. It was a game for them and they
loved playing the game.

When they finally settled down from playing with my wiener it was my turn
to be the doctor. I never put all my clothes back on after being the
patient because I knew that after being doctor for awhile, they will want
to examine me again, so why get all the way dressed. We wore white Fruit of
the Loom briefs back then. So I slipped mine on and began undressing my
brothers and examining them. Being nine they were both very ticklish. I
couldn't touch them anyplace that they didn't giggle and laugh and wiggle
around. I of course made sure I tickled their weenies so they would get
stiffies. They liked getting stiffies. They did notice that mine was bigger
than theirs now, which just a few months before they were the same size.

We played doctor until our parent's car pulled into the driveway. We
quickly got dressed and put all the furniture back and went downstairs to
greet them. Of course, my parents always asked me how the twins
behaved. They would always give me a look, because they knew if I said they
acted up, that mom or dad, one would spank their little butts. I never did
tell on them, even if they were brats sometimes. We got enough belt or
paddle whippings, growing up, without us tattling on each other to get
more.

My dad returned from Viet Nam when I just turned fourteen-years-old.  Lots
of changes had taken place with my body over that year and a half. When we
got back home, my twin brothers who were now eleven-year-olds, couldn't
wait to find out what all changes have taken place with their big
brother. They could see that I was taller and had bigger feet and I don't
have that little boy look anymore but the look of an adolescent that is
becoming a man. Davey and Danny looked exactly the same, just taller. They
still had their little boy faces. It was a day or two before mom and dad
went out and left me in charge of the twins. It was like old times, being
back home. I am the big brother in charge. Or at least I thought I was in
charge. My brothers had changed. Being left behind they had grown up
because they were the oldest while I was gone.

As soon as mom and dad were out of the driveway, they each grabbed a wrist
and began pulling me upstairs. They were taking charge. They pulled me into
their bedroom and into the closet. Then they booby trapped the bedroom door
and came into the closet and told me, "We are the Doctors and you are the
patient. Sit on the table."

I sat on the table, stunned by how much they grew up, not physically, but
emotionally. They started with my head. They turned it this way and that
way, looking at everything. They talked about my big ears, and how my nose
was getting big too. They even talked about me having pimples. Then they
pulled my shirt off and began looking at my arms, fingers, armpits nipples
and belly button. They talked about how my nipples are bigger and my belly
button goes in deeper than before. They said my hands were lots bigger
now. At fourteen, I still didn't have any body hair, least not in my pits
or chest or face. I think they were disappointed in me not having any pit
hair. Then they pulled my shoes and socks off and began examining my feet
and toes. They marveled at my feet. They had grown a lot. I wore a size
nine shoe. I know that doesn't sound big now-a-days, but back then, for us
that was huge. Then they told me to stand up and they undid my belt and
pants and pulled them down to the floor and then they pulled my white Fruit
of the Loom briefs down. Yes I was still wearing briefs. I only wore boxers
one year in my life and that was later in high school. I hated them. After
that year, I went back to briefs and be darned if anyone didn't like it.

They had me get back up on the table and they pulled my pants and underwear
the rest of the way off and then they had me lay down. This is what they
were waiting for the most. My penis was no longer little like theirs. Mine
was three inches soft and it was fatter than theirs. They just stared at it
in wonder. I also had a small patch of hair at the base of my wiener. They
had to run their fingers through that hair, because it was stiffer than the
hair on my head and it was curly brownish red where I had dirty blonde hair
on my head. I have an Irish background. There are a lot of redheads in my
family. I inherited reddish brown pubes and beard. But right now the twins
are marveling at my reddish brown pubes.

Then they begin playing with my wiener. Of course it bones up
immediately. I got boners fast before I left for California and I still got
them fast after I returned home. They were in awe of how big my boner was
growing. Now again, I am not really all that big, actually I am a little
under average, but for two eleven-year-olds, handling a five inch boner was
handling the biggest weenie they ever saw. They were pulling it up and
down, side to side, sometimes with just a few fingers and sometimes with
their whole hand. If one let go, the other grabbed it.

It wasn't long before I was getting that all too familiar tingle in my
balls. My boner was twitching and both boys thought that was the most
wonderful thing they ever saw. They asked if they were making it do that
and when I told them yes, they decided they were going to make it tingle as
much as they could. Now, I could of told them what was going to happen soon
but I didn't, because why should I?  They were having fun, making it
twitch, so why not show them what that twitching means. When I started
squeezing my butt cheeks and raising up off the table they were surprised
and asked if they were making me do that too. "Yes," I told them they were
doing that to me, so of course they wanted to do even more to make me raise
up even higher off the table.

Then the inevitable happened. I started ejaculating. I mean I squirted so
hard that I hit my chin and chest. It was coming out squirt after
squirt. Both my brothers jumped back when it started squirting and were in
total shock. I recognized that shocked look, because the first time I
ejaculated in California, I had that same shocked look. Eventually I calmed
down and stopped ejaculating. I had semen/sperm all over my chest and
belly. My brothers had to touch it and found it to be sticky. Of course,
they asked what it was and I told them. Then they wanted to know how soon
will they be able to do it. That of course was sad news for them; they
would have to wait another couple years. Then came the big question. How
often can I do it? So, yes, before my parents got home, they had made me
ejaculate two more times.

Now, in-between, I got to check them out. Play with their weenies and make
them get boners. Then I gave them a surprise that I didn't get growing up
because I didn't know about it. I had them lay side by side and I played
with their stiffies together until they started squeezing their little butt
cheeks and raising up off the table. They soon had dry orgasms and they
were in love with their little weenies all over again, especially when I
told them they can have dry orgasms as many times as they want because
there isn't anything to go dry, like with me. Oh, I so wish I had known
about dry orgasms when I was eleven. I know, because I gave them baths,
that they rubbed their little boners raw giving each other dry orgasms.

I never had to jerk myself off because my brothers were always willing to
play with my wiener anytime I wanted them to and sometimes when I
didn't. I'll just add this; I am a very sound sleeper. Always have
been. Nothing wakes me up. Today, I sleep with my door locked and barred
because I hate waking up to someone looking down at me. My heart skips a
beat or two and, at my age, I can't afford it doing that. But I know, or
pretty well can guess, that my brothers used to come into my room and play
with my wiener while I was asleep. One of the giveaways is that I would go
to bed wearing my briefs and wake up the next morning naked and would have
to hunt for my lost briefs. Eventually I just started sleeping naked and
have slept naked ever since.

That is how my younger brothers found out about sex. They had an older
brother to show them what it was all about. I have always envied them, of
learning about sex earlier than I did."


Deserving an entry of its own is Oliver's spectacular wet dream
recollection.

69.  Oliver's Wet Dreams

"I had two different wet dreams when I first started puberty.  They
continued until I began a regular masturbation routine.  If anyone thinks
your mom doesn't know about your sexual habits they are even more naïve
than I was.  Mom does your laundry.  When she sees cum stains on your
underwear, she knows you started puberty.  When those stains no longer
appear on your underwear, she knows you are masturbating regularly.  The
year puberty hit me, I wasn't living at home, so mom didn't see my
underwear stains.  I lived with my grandparents while my dad was in
Vietnam.  I did my own laundry so no one but me saw them.

Dreams are wisps in a breeze.  They are very difficult to capture and
remember.  I only remember these two because I had them numerous times and
they were extremely intense.  The thing with dreams, you just appear
someplace and you know everything intuitively.  This is the way of my wet
dreams.  All of a sudden I was there and I could feel every detail sharply.
I could feel attitudes and moods and I could taste anticipation and
excitement.

In my first wet dream, I would suddenly appear standing in front of my
class wearing only my white Fruit of the Loom briefs.  In my dream I was
standing in front of a desk, which I accepted as my teacher's desk.  That
was all I could see in my dream, just me in underwear in front of a desk.
But I knew intuitively that my teacher was standing off to the side of me,
out of my vision and she was female.  She never said a word in the dream
but I knew what she expected me to do.

I also knew that there were classmates sitting at their desks in front of
me, even though I never see them in the dream.  I can feel them sitting
there.  I can taste their anticipation of what is about to happen.  I can
sense the gleam in their eyes and the smiles on their faces.  I know they
are leaning forward as much as they can, to make sure they do not miss
anything.  Yet I stand there all skin except for my very bright white
briefs.  My hands are down by my sides, so everyone is staring right at the
fly of my briefs anticipating seeing what is making the little bulge.  I
have no idea how long I stand there with them glaring at me.  In a dream
there is not sense of time.  It could be seconds or minutes. As I stand
there I become more and more anxious.  I am nervous and excited and
embarrassed and tense and so many other emotions I can't make sense of all
of them.  When my emotional state comes to a peak of urgency, I reach into
the waistband of my underwear and begin pulling them down, exposing my
penis to my classmates.

That is when I woke up to wet underwear.  I had just ejaculated into my
briefs.  Of course we know from biology that during that dream my penis was
growing until it was erect and then it just became harder and harder as the
emotions in my dream continued to elevate, until my penis couldn't hold
back any longer and it began squirting out its semen in my underwear.  That
being said, all I remember is one minute standing in front of my classmates
in my underwear and pulling them down enough for them to see my penis and
then waking up to wet underwear.

This, I believe is a common wet dream for boys.  I have heard many
different men that had a similar wet dream when they were boys.

My other wet dream, I do not believe it is as common.  As a boy I loved
Peter Pan.  It was shown at Christmas time on TV.  Peter Pan was always in
a fight with the Pirates.  This is where my wet dream begins.

In my dream, I appear on a pirate ship, floating in the air.  I am tied to
the mast with my hands behind my back.  I am wearing pajamas, both tops and
bottoms and my underwear.  I am barefoot.  Flying around the pirate ship
are the lost boys led by Peter Pan.  I know, in the book and in the movies,
the lost boys cannot fly, but in my dream they do.  I know without anyone
saying anything that they want to prove if I am a boy or a girl and this is
how they do it with strange boys who show up in Neverland.

As they fly, they dive down and grab at my pajamas, pulling on them.  First
a sleeve tears off.  Then, another sleeve.  Then my buttons fly off leaving
me with my bare chest showing.  The lost boys are relentless and keep
diving at me until they pull my pajama shirt clean off leaving me bare from
the waist up.  They attack my pajama pants next tearing first one leg and
then the other leg off and finally the rest of my pajama pants go so I am
left in just my white Fruit of the Loom briefs.  They all land and dance
around me, staring at my underwear.  By this time I am extremely excited
and emotional.  Peter Pan steps forward and starts pulling at the waistband
of my briefs causing it to stretch out as far as it can stretch before it
begins to tear away, revealing my penis to everyone.

That is when I wake up to wet underwear.  I just ejaculated in my sleep to
Peter Pan ripping my underwear off exposing my penis to all of the lost
boys.

Those are the two wet dreams I had between the time I first started puberty
and when I found friends to masturbate with on a regular basis."


70.  Adam

"I had my first blow job from a neighbor boy who was seventeen, I was
thirteen.  I knew him to talk to him and I had a respect for him as a high
schooler.  He had just gotten his first car, a used VW Golf, nothing fancy
really.  He asked if I wanted to go for a ride and I was thrilled.  I said
yes in a second.

He took me for a ride and we stopped in a park.  He talked about now that
he had a car he could get away from his parents and have sex in the back
seat.  I never had this sort of talk with him before but I was flattered
and excited at such a confidence.  Before I could say anything he asked if
wanted to try it out, meaning the back seat.  I didn't say yes or no but
that was enough.

He got out and went around to open my door and then he opened the back
door, I got in the back and he told me to "lie back" across the seat.  He
pushed my shirt up and his hands on my skin made me stop breathing.  He
undid my jeans and scooted them and my underwear down.  I went hard in
about the time it took him to get my pants down.  He looked at me lying
there with a look of lust.  We both smiled and nearly laughed out loud.  He
went down and I just got lost in the sensation.  I had just started getting
hair but I had been ejaculating for a year or more.  In less than a minute
I had a heart-stopping come but it seemed like I was floating outside of
time.  Wow!

We had a few more spontaneous trips to the park that summer and I did suck
him one time for my first time giving head but he had his older friends and
it just ended.  A perfect back seat memory."


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