Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2017 17:12:50 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Boyhood Sex Memories  Supplement Seven

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Boyhood Sex Memories Supplement Seven

111.  Gerald

"I can remember the first time I learned to masturbate, I was ten.  I was
in the basement playing "Mortal Kombat."  We had this deep pile white
carpet a half an inch thick and soft.  I was in just my white BVDs.  I was
lying on the floor moving around with the excitement of the game.  At
first, I was moving around in every direction, but soon it was more a back
and forth movement because I could feel my underwear pulling tightly into
the crack of my ass.  I noticed that my penis had gotten very stiff and
that my rubbing back and forth made it feel good.  I kept this up and the
feeling became very, very pleasurable.  I pushed harder and had a thrill
run through my body centered on my penis.  I did this repeatedly, about
four or five times, getting a thrill every few minutes.  I tried different
ways to get this thrill; moving my legs like a frog, clenching my butt,
rising up on my hands, etc.

I went back to do this again the next day and I was able to repeat the
sexual pleasure.  I did this sometimes in the morning and sometimes in the
afternoon when I was alone in the house.  I knew I found something that
wasn't to be talked about.  Eventually, the temptation became too great and
I did it when my parents were home.  I got caught in my underwear.  My mom
asked what I was doing and I said "playing video games."  I must've looked
guilty and I am sure that my mom guessed what I was up to but she let it
slide with a comment about I should have clothes on and not be in my
underwear.  After that I only did it on the rug when I was sure to be
alone.  I couldn't not continue so I started to rub on my pillows and
blankets in my bedroom, first in my underwear and then totally naked.  I
was now truly humping and eventually I started rubbing my hard on with my
fingers and learned how to give myself pleasure in that way."


112.  John

"This may be a little lengthy, but these are my recollections of my boyhood
experiences, albeit blurred maybe a little by the fog of time.  Names have
been altered, a little bit, to protect the not so innocent.  While not as
erotic as the situations I write about could have become, I feel honesty is
best in this format, so the following has not been exaggerated.

Mid 1960s:

I remember knowing I how pleasant having an erection was at an early age,
probably around age 5, give or take a year.  This would culminate in a
powerful erotic dream which I remember happening very vividly to this day.
I remember waking up and trying to figure out how to duplicate what I just
experienced.  It would be about five years before I "figured" out how to
duplicate this, around age 13 which will be in a paragraph, below.  Yes,
you could say I was pretty naïve about all of this.  I had neither older
brothers nor cousins that would have "clued" me in and my parents pretty
much left things alone when it came to "having the talk" with me and my two
younger brothers.  Something I made sure would NOT occur with my son or
another boy.

It was during this time I remember an incident in a local park with a great
kid's playground surrounded by woods and a gulch next to it.  I was there
with a couple of friends, my age, when word spread like wildfire that there
were "bare naked boys," in a well-known clearing in the wooded gulch doing
"things."  By the talk, they were probably a couple years older than me
which would put them around ages 11 or 12.  I remember being curious and
running to the area to see if I, too, could catch a look at this.  As you
could guess, they had taken off quickly upon being discovered, however, the
thought that boys did this type of thing certainly made me interested in
doing this, myself.

I grew up in a Seattle suburb.  My parents bought a house in a neighborhood
where most the other houses were built at the same time.  By a fortunate
coincidence, there were four other boys, my age, and this presented a few
"mutual" opportunities.  We all got curious about that thing that makes us
boys and that mysterious "feel good" thing it does, at certain times.  One
of the boys, Bill, became my best friend and he will be the subject of
further reading, below.  The others were Greg, Charlie and Michael.

I believe we did the following only a couple times.  Being curious boys,
one thing led to another and we, except Michael, ended up in the privacy of
the stand up space under Greg's house.  We had to be quiet, for sure, since
Greg's mom and older brother could hear us if we made too much noise. We
were all hard with erections long before our whitey-tighties were pulled to
our ankles.  I remember, with envy, Greg's nice boner was the winner upon
comparison of lengths and it stood up tight to his abdomen, with a slight
curve.  Bill's and Charlie's were more like mine, sticking out straight and
about an inch shorter than Greg's.  Greg pranced around and quietly recited
a song he heard from a television commercial which he obviously found to be
erotic.  Curiosities satisfied, we lost interest in doing this as a group,
probably after those couple of times.

I found this type of play to be erotically exciting and I tried to
instigate more of it when I could, but the others quickly labeled this
behavior as "queer."  One futile attempt, on my part, was to play a hide
and seek game, where the boy, when found was to be captured and "punished"
in some way.  My turn came and, once "found," I was tied to a 4 x 4 post in
Charlie's garage.  I was sporting a good boner tent in my pants which I'm
sure Charlie and Greg noticed since they whispered something to each other
and pointed towards what they were observing.  As much as I wanted them to
take my pants down and do just about "anything" erotic they could with me,
they just left me tied up with my pants up and boner straining for release
until I pleaded with them to untie me.  By the time I was let go, my erotic
excitement had passed and nothing further happened.  It may have given me a
"reputation," but I don't really know for sure.  By the time we entered
Junior High, in 1970, Charlie and Greg stopped being friends with me, and
with each other.

My best friend Bill did "play doctor" and other role stuff at any
opportunity we could get.  Our play was much more than the comparison stuff
we did with the other boys.  We did it in a tree fort we built in the woods
and in his bedroom.  I developed a crush and a real liking of him.  I was
comfortable with our play.  Neither of us, at age 11, had any idea of what
to do beyond touching and fondling as he did not have older
brothers/cousins to clue him in, either.  But our budding erotic interests
developed into imaginative "stimulations" involving mild (very) BDSM stuff.
Pain was never the goal; we liked each other too much to do anything too
intense.

This came to a crashing halt when his parents bought a house on a large bit
of land in a town about 15 miles away.  I was almost 12 and Bill had just
turned 12.  I got to visit him at his new house, a few months later and we
had much to get caught up on.  He bragged to me he had kissed a girl in the
back of the ski school bus.  He took me for a ride around their property on
a small motorcycle he had received for Christmas.  I was holding onto my
best friend, tightly, as we rode and I cherish the feelings this gave me,
to this day, as I hugged him like I wished this would never end.  Maybe he
noticed?  I know I loved him and I wished things were different.  I will
always wonder what things would have been like for Bill and I had he not
moved away.

First masturbation to an intentional orgasm (1971):

I did not have my first real orgasm/ejaculation brought about by any
conscious intentional act on my part until I was 13.  My parents were away
for the evening and my brothers were asleep (I was "sitting").  I got real
horny and decided to take a bath to ease the discomfort of what I would
later learn was a real case of "blue balls."  The warm water made me even
more horny and I became frantic to relieve the intense feeling emanating
from my aching testicles.  I got out of the bath, dried off and got into
bed, naked.  My penis and balls ached for relief!  Not really painful but,
certainly, I was in discomfort.  In an effort to relieve my agony, I put my
pillow between my legs and gently rocked myself back and forth in an
attempt to relieve my pent up frustration.  The feelings became more
intense and I became fearful that I was hurting myself.  The feelings
intensified despite my fear.  All of a sudden, I felt great relief with a
pulsing feeling and I could tell something other than pee was squirting out
of my penis.  As has been described by others, I thought I had injured
myself and this gave me great anxiety although I also felt very contented
at the same time.  I wondered if I had "ejaculated" like I had learned a
couple years earlier in sex ed teachings we all had in 5th grade.  After
many minutes of enjoying the feelings I just experienced, I looked at my
pillow and, sure enough, there was a good amount of gooey yellowish-white
liquid.  What a mess!  It wasn't long thereafter I discovered every boy's
first true love: his hand.  And then, using lotion.  The realization; I was
now a man.

Post puberty:

Around age 15, I figured I was destined to live a normal "straight" life.
I got interested in girls, like the rest of the boys in the 'hood.

Meeting Bill, again, after 43 years:

I reconnected with Bill, in 2012, and discovered that he had an epiphany
and realized he was gay when he was in his early 20s.  This came after he
called off a serious relationship with a woman that loved him deeply.  He
was not in a relationship at the time we met and claimed he was pretty much
asexual at this point in his life.  It would have been tempting had he
asked me to join him for some "reminiscing."  But, alas, he didn't."


112.  Henry

"My story is different because I was poor as a kid.  I played with my cock
hard since I can remember.  I was on the couch or bed with no pants and
played with it when I watched TV and all.  I can remember this because when
I was 5 and 6 I would do naked stuff with my friends and that was long
after I was jerking on my own.  It's just what kids did where I was from,
showing off cocks and peeing and taking a dump in front of each other.  We
had a few wrecked houses and the woods to do this stuff.  We jerked in
front of each other like at 8 and 9 too just to do it.  I didn't have what
would be called an orgasm until 9 or 10.  I guess it was true for my
friends too.  Things changed then.

I remember the first time I got ass fucked.  I was 11 but I'm sure some of
the boys had done it before.  I got tag teamed by 3 friends from school.
They were like "let's go and do stuff" so we went to this old house that
still had some old furniture in it.  We went to the upstairs and we dropped
our pants to jerk.  Brandon who was 12 probably had it planned.  He was a
red-headed kid and real strong.  He was a leader of any group usually.  He
was like "hey, let's do some ass humping."  He told me to get on the bed
and he started to stick his cock in my hole.  I was real excited and my
cock was real hard.  I was being taken advantage of but I was sort of
seeing where this was going as I was totally horned up.  Brandon didn't get
it in too good and it did hurt.  Brandon pulled out and Jack who was
smaller spit on his and got it in.  I could feel my asshole muscles getting
worked over.  Brandon stuck his cock in my face to suck him which I did but
I knew it had been in my ass.  It didn't have a bad smell but I could taste
the tang of my asshole on his cock.  It wasn't as bad as I thought.  I
started humping back against Jack for the feeling.  He pulled out and Jake
who was the same size as Jack got in me next with spit and I sucked both
Brandon's and Jack's cock in front of me with fresh ass taste.  I felt like
I was on the edge of a big orgasm but couldn't come.  My balls were up next
to my cock and it was like my balls were swelled up and I could feel my
butt muscles all tight.

We switched positions and I got on my knees sort of sat down on Brandon's
cock.  He was kneeling behind me and rode it some and he pushed in me too.
Jack sucked my cock a little and I still couldn't come even though I felt
like I was right there. I jerked my cock which was hard as it ever was and
my balls were getting abused but I didn't care about that, I just wanted to
try to get off.  Brandon did eventually get off and pulled out.  I kneeled
there and jerked for a long time trying to get off.  After about three
tries I did and got my first come which I barely saw.  Later on I got to
fuck other boys and I fucked more than I got fucked.

When I was twelve I was molested by a homosexual.  He was a real nice guy
actually and he asked me to come over and I did.  I wasn't thinking about
sex but he said, "why don't we get undressed" and I did in his bedroom.  I
was thinking that he was going to do all sorts of sex things I never
thought of and I was wondering if he was going to fuck me with a big cock.
It was a let down because all he did was look at me and feel me and I felt
him some.  He wasn't that big either so he probably could have fucked me.
I think he wanted to do other stuff with me but didn't want to get in
trouble.  I still looked real young at 12.

At 12 I started to think about women and jerked alot to Playboy.  I still
did stuff with other boys mostly jerking and sucking until I was 15 or 16
but it wasn't the same.  I started thinking about doing it with younger
boys around 13 and so that is the way it went for a time.  I didn't do it
with other guys older than me except when I was around 20 and did it with
another homosexual.  I didn't get off on it so really my fantasy for doing
it with guys is what I did when I was a kid.  I wish I could go back."


114.  Tommy

"I remember when I first discovered sex.  I was ten.  I would wrestle with
a boy in my class named Alec.  He was tall and outweighed me by a lot.  He
was athletic and strong and I was no match for him but I tried anyway.  I
would struggle with all my might and he would still pin me.  We would do
this for fifteen or twenty minutes at recess or waiting for the bus after
school.  We would both be sweaty and exhausted by the end of our matches.
Alec liked to wrestle me more than other boys.  I liked that he wanted to
wrestle me.  Alec really used his strength and was forceful with me but I
didn't mind even though it hurt sometimes. He would pick me up and keep me
in a hold.  I liked feeling his powerful body grasping mine.  I would fight
him but Alec eventually would get me down and drive me into the ground for
a long time.  We would both groan and moan with the effort.  I would get
hard and I knew that Alec did too.  He would try to hide it when he got up
but I could feel it when he was on me.  I didn't think of this as sex then
but being physically spent after our bouts had the same feeling as having
had sex.  I think that Alec was more aware of wanting to do this for sexual
gratification but it wasn't just that.

Alec and other boys would show our penises in the boys room.  We would go
there supposedly to pee and then quickly get in a stall and get erect and
show our erections.  I found this my first conscious sexual excitement and
most of the other boys probably did too.  I thought about other boys
penises when I played with mine.  This is how I started masturbating.

I know now that Alec and I shared a boyhood kind of love that was barely
conscious and sexual in the same way.  It was different than pure sexual
lust that was immediately ahead.  Alec was completely heterosexual as far
as I know in the years ahead and I came to accept being gay after wondering
for sure through my mid-twenties."


115.  Caleb

"I grew up in a small town in the northeast that was mostly old hippies and
freethinking types.  It wasn't a commune but had the same vibe.  I and my
sisters were allowed to be naked outside in the warm weather and we took
baths together until I was around seven years old.  I had no problem with
nudity and many boys and girls waded in streams and swam unclothed up until
we were into grade school.  We boys continued with each other after eight
years old and girls became a nuisance.  I certainly saw a bunch of kids
naked and even boners but none of it really made any sort of sexual
impression; I was truly innocent until around age eleven.

I did start to masturbate at eleven but it was most ineffective; I used the
tip of my index finger and rubbed the skin at the top of my shaft.  I'd be
half hard and found it tingly and exciting but I didn't know anything more
about self pleasure.  I knew where babies came from and about sex from
seeing rabbits and goats covering each other but I had no sexual desire.  I
had my first wet dream at age thirteen.  I knew what had happened as I was
told about puberty.

My sexual awakening came with a new friendship in the spring of my
thirteenth year.  I had noticed that I was getting a few dark hairs on my
scrotum and knew I had reached puberty technically.  I reached the state of
sexual desire at that time when I made friends with Louis, called "Lewey"
by all the kids.  Lewey was an object of my desire, at first just a general
feeling of wanting to see him but later a true beauty to me that made my
heart flutter at the sight of him.  Sounds clichéd but I can't describe
the feeling any better.  Physically, Lewey was muscular but smooth, his
thighs were large from all the soccer and biking he did.  He had dark,
curly short hair and light blue eyes.  Lewey had the beginnings of pubes
above his penis and darkening peach fuzz above his curvaceous lips.

We became friends and spent time with each other including time spent in
our respective rooms.  It was there that he undressed, ostensibly to change
but really a test of intentions.  Lewey wore Euro style briefs with no fly,
very daring and exotic to me.  They were cut high and gave emphasis to his
thighs and buttocks.  This state of his undress led to the hints: "What
should we do?"  "I don't know, what do you want to do?"  "Do you want to,
you know ...?"

We did it next to each other on Lewey's bed, taking turns showing each
other our hard state and coming with the other watching.  I came first.
This became a regular activity and we had game where we would often "model"
for each other in our underwear and then totally naked.  Lewey would lie
back on his bed on his pillows like a Playboy centerfold and roll around
and pose this way and that.  I would be beside myself with horniness.  This
led to our humping each other face to face like we were fucking and we
would come on the other and then wipe off and switch positions.  Only a few
times did we hump asses but this was too close to being gay so it only
happened quickly in passing.  We almost kissed but we were too shy and
ended up breathing into the other guy's shoulder when we came.  We did suck
each other a few times but this seemed too advanced; it was okay to
masturbate with a friend but penetration was an unspoken taboo.

Louis "got older" first.  He became reluctant to fool around and it just
ended.  I was left feeling confused and a little hurt.  I knew why it
wasn't acceptable in our social situation to have such an intimate
relationship and I didn't blame Louis for being concerned about it.  I
tried to think of ways to "go back" or make it work out but, of course, it
wasn't possible. Our affair was about three months of pure bliss and I
truly think that because the experiences I had with Louis I ended up
comfortable with being gay even though I didn't have any other experiences
until I was much older and out of college."


116.  Eric

"I used to ride the corner of my mattress at the end of my bed in my
underwear when I was 8.  I would get hard and I would get off.  Sometimes I
did it after my bath in the wet towel.  I could get off in a minute's time
but usually I did it when I had longer and got off over and over in about a
5 or 10 minute span.  I used to visit my cousin Harrison every couple of
months and we did it together after I taught him.  His stepfather, my step
uncle, had me suck his cock when I was around 9.  I just sucked it and then
I watched him come.  That was the first time I saw come.  Harrison and I
played sex games including sucking.  We only jacked together when we
started to come.  We were both about 13 and had hair but only came a
little.  We jerked each other and sometimes we rubbed on each other but not
come on each other.  We'd finish jerking side by side and show our shiny
come in our foreskin showing our cockheads.

I jerked with two other boys when I was 13.  Jerry and I jerked in his room
looking at porn on his computer.  He just pulled his cock out of the fly of
his shorts.  He was cut and his small cockhead was surrounded by wrinkly
dark skin, it looked really ugly. I offered to suck him but he was too
scared.  He didn't even take his shorts down. I only did it with him once.
Daniel had a big cock, almost 6 inches hard which was big for 13.  He
jerked in a weird way.  He would twist his wrist and turn the thumb over
his knob.  He did this up until he was about to come and then he'd jerk it
up and down in the usual way for about 15 seconds until he came.  That was
my boyhood experiences."


117.  Kyle

"I had a game with my cock when I was a kid.  I called it "diddling my
diddledong."  "Diddle" or "diddledong" was the term used for my penis when
I was a kid.  I would lie on my back in bed or on the couch and flick my
penis back and forth rapidly.  It was fun just playing with it.  I got hard
sometimes but it would go right back down.  I did this naked or with my
pajamas open just enough to get to my cock.  I remember showing cocks with
other boys once or twice and a girl once.  I remember peeing in the snow
with a cousin at about seven or eight.

My masturbating life started at ten or eleven.  Climbing trees or
playground equipment in my dungarees got me hard.  I repeated this for that
reason.  From these experiences I could sit and press my legs together and
get pleasure in my pants from rocking my legs in small motions.  The denim
fabric and my underwear created a hot and sweaty pocket.  I could feel my
cock hard and my balls get tingles, not an orgasm though.

I had no hair when I had my first dry orgasm at twelve.  I had been in the
bath and was in my favorite terry cloth robe.  It felt good on my body and
I laid in my bed and rubbed against it.  It felt good on my whole body but
it started to feel really good on my hard penis.  I rubbed on the wet
terrycloth and had my first orgasm.  Shortly after this my dad gave me the
talk about puberty and he mentioned masturbation in a general way.  I just
naturally started with my hand using baby oil or Vaseline and got my
orgasms when I could be alone.  I started getting a little clear come as I
did this and it increased over the next year to milky white.

When I started junior high school in seventh grade we had to take showers
in PE.  That is where I got to see cocks every day.  I thought about them
when I masturbated and obsessed over getting pubes and underarm hair.  I
almost masturbated with another boy when we were thirteen but nothing came
of it.  I was masturbating twice a day at this point.  I talked about sex,
heterosexual sex, with other boys.  We expressed our horniness and some
guys did get hard and commented on their being boned up.  I wasn't thinking
about the girls being talked about, I was thinking of the unseen cock in
their pants.  My sex fantasies were mostly thinking about the cock I saw in
the showers.

That was my boyhood sex life.  I didn't have sex with men until I was in my
early twenties."


118.  Andreas

"I did it, jerking, with my friend Nicky in his basement right after
school.  We'd get naked and take turns. He layed on the couch and did it,
then I would.  Then we'd do it again.  We both came twice in around fifteen
or twenty minutes total, no more than five minutes `til we came a second
time.  We'd have to work hard for number two.  Nicky went soft quicker than
me and he would go hard to limp in about ten seconds after his second come.
Thirteen!  Four times a day!"  (conversation)


119.  Sven

"I started at eleven.  After my bath I would go to my room and "finish
drying" myself.  I would play with my penis in other words.  I would then
lie totally naked face down on my sheets and do "humpies." I had my face
buried in my hands.  I would get on my toes and rock my hips, rubbing my
erection on the sheet.  I knew how a man and a woman made love.  I would
either get off doing that or roll over, spread my legs and finish with my
hand."


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