Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2019 23:24:57 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Dirty Magazines DIRTY MAGAZINES By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. It is intended as a fantasy. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental. The narrator is 11, which I once was but it has been quite a while. The setting is around 1980. Compliments, complaints and comments to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty. It's worth it. When you are my age, you know that the big kids are taller and they have muscles. And they have hair everywhere. The girls get boobies, like anyone cares. Except the older boys do. They let girls tell them what to do, which is stupid. I was on the railroad track where it crossed the paved road. There was a dumpster that prople came to leave their trash and I had collected up some bottles and had thrown them into the swamp that was there. I was trying to break them with rocks from the railroad track. It's summer, mid summer, boring and hot and long and perfect becasue it isn't school. I saw Doug coming down the track but I didn't care. He's all right for a teenager. He's not going to fuck with me. Really, he's kind of a geek. Like not super popular or anything. But he's cool enough, I guess. All 16 is cool to 11. "Whatcha you doing?" he asked I shrugged. "Stuff" It should be obvious, after all. "Hey, I got something to show you" "What?" I asked, intrigued. Then I thought about it. It's probably something stupid, like a model or something. "You'll like it" he said. He led me to the little patch of woods on the other side of the train tracks, a triangular area about two or three acres, well shielded from the road on the other side and kind of otherworldly with lots of old, thick wild grape vines growing around. Following Doug, I pushed through some vines into an open area were me and my friends sometimes played army. Under a log, he pulled out a trapper keeper. Looking at me with a devilish look, like I should be impressed, he hesitated before he opened it Then he did, pulling out a magazine. I figured right away it was a dirty magazine, probably a Playboy. I was wrong. It was Hustler and Hustler's are seriously dirty. I snatched at it and he pulled it back. "You wanna see?" 'Yeah" I said. "Lemme" "Why should I?" "Then why'dya bring me here?" He shrugged and handed me the mag. I hurriedly looked at it and it was full of naked women with their fingers down there, holding open their vagina's. I felt all tingly and excited as I flipped through at rapid speed Then there was a spread where a guy, his dick hard, was with this girl. They even showed it inside of her. Actual sex. I was about to pop with that. He had another one out and I snatched it away from him. And that one was even dirtier. It was like scenes from a porno movie with two guys and four ladies and they did everything. The ladies kissed and got between each other's legs and the guys too. And the ladies sucked the guys big fat hard dicks. And they showed them having sex. I was hard. It was uncomfortable. "Sit down over here" Doug said, pointing to a fallen log. I plopped down, magazine in hand, leaned against the log, looking at it while Doug sat next to me, also looking at the magazine. Then he pulled another one from the trapper keeper. "You want to see this one?" he said. "It just has guys in it" "Yeah" I said It was Playgirl and there were some pictures of women but it was mostly men. Naked men. With erections. I really was turned on by that. I was hard as a rock. I turned the pages slowly drinking in the sight of the handsome naked men. "I have another one I think you'll like" Doug said. He reached over and pulled up a couple to see if it was the special one before finally he pulled it out. It was like the other magazine but it only had guys doing sex stuff. The first part was a kind of goofy looking guy but with a really big dick kissing another guy and then they sucked each other before the goofy guy had sex in his butt. The next set of pictures was featuring this blond headed shaggy haired guy that was super hot. There were like 5 or 6 other guys and they were in a garage all in and up around a convertible, first stroking themselves and then getting it on. Finally., the hot shaggy haired and the goofy guy were together. Doug put his hand inside my shorts on my hard dick. I let him. It felt dirty and good to have somebody touch me down there. Besides, you're not supposed to be looking at dirty magazines anyway, particularly one that only had boys in it. Then Doug pulls down his pants and for the first time ever I see what a grown dick, with hair and big balls, looks like aroused in real life.. It is big. Much bigger than mine. I'm not ashamed. I'm only a little kid. Mine wil be like that one day, when I finish growing. But it looks good to me, fat and long. Suddenly, I want to touch it. I reach over shyly to grab it and Doug lets me. He has his hand on mine, after all. Doug let go of his as I reached for it. "Go for it" he said It was hard. Hard like steel. It was fat in my hand. It was weird touching another boy's private parts. Not bad weird though. I stroked it up and down. At that point, I didn't know that lube was better and even spit would work but I yanked on it just the same. Doug didn't stop me. He just sighed and let me do it. "You see what they're doing?" Doug asked, pointing at the magazine. I looked down at the boys, men really, having sex. "Sucking that guy's dick?" "Yeah" I said. "Want me to do that to you" I grinned. "Yeah" I stood over him, next to him, my shorts around my ankles and he leaned forward to put my dick, sticking straight up, into his mouth. Once he did, I have never felt anything like it. It was amazing. It was wet and warm and he sucked on it, moving back and forth on my shaft, small as it was. Naked and hairless and hard, I just stood there and let him. He tugged at my balls with one hand and masturbated himself with the other, having spit in his own hand. "Ohhhh, yeah" I grunted, involuntarily. It was such a strange feeling, pleasurable but unfamiliar. I dfidn't want it to stop, though. I wanted him to keep going. "Ooohhh, oohhh, oooh" He used his tongue too. Flitting at the head and that was almost painful it felt so good. He gobbled up my dick and my balls and licked betwen my balls and my asshole. Then he went back on my dick, swallowing it down and licking on it. A finger went between my butt cheeks, rubbing against my asshole. I didn't stop him because htat felt good too. He sucked me and licked and I moaned and grunted. I pushed his head down onto my dick and bucked my hips, trying to drive myself into his mouth deeper. There was some sensation, some instinct that made me do it. He came off my dick. "Fuck my face" he said Then he dived back on it. I did. I fucked his face. Knowing that was what I was doing was turn on. It struck me: I'm doing sex stuff. With someone else. How many other fifth grade boys are getting blowjobs? But I am and I like it. "You wanna suck me?": Doug asked. "Yeah" I said. And I meant it. I was supercurious about it. He had a musky odor down there, funky. And he was all hairy. His balls were big and they had hair on them too and his dick was long and thick. I licked it. The shaft of it, from the balls to the tip. He kinda made this sigh when I did. I knew I was going to have to put it in my mouth but I didn't want to gag and throw up. But I opened up and put the head of his dick in my mouth, cherry red , past my lips and I licked it when I got it in. Then I didn't know what to do. For a split second I thought that I was supposed to blow on it since they call it a blow job but he had sucked on mine so I sucked on his. Really hard. He moaned a little but then put his hand on the back of my head to push me down on his dick. He did it pretty gentrly, not like he was trying to gag me or anyting. So I just went back and forth as much as I could, taking him down as deep as I could. I was still hard too and I reached down and tugged on my dick too. "Oh, yeah, that's the way. Suck it, take it deep" Doug said. His voce was almost quivering. I did try to get him all the way down to the bottom of his dick but I did gag then, coming off of it coughing nd choking. But I kept on a hand on it and kept rubbing it as I got myself back together. Then I jumped back on it, a little more careful. My oyn little dick was still hard, sticking up. I had to stroke it. I don't know why, really. It was just that I needed to and it felt good and so did it more and more, even as I sucked on Doug's, licking it and stroking it. His was fatter than mine and longer and he was a teenager with the smell of one down there and I wasn't but I was turned on by doing this in a way I couldn't even understand. It was fun was all I knew. Real fun. "Oh my God!" Doug called out, ripping his dick out of my mouth. He had a crazed look on his face as he stroked his dick like a mad man. He was beating it, hard, hard and fast, really flogging it. Then with a loud grunt. it quivering and a bunch of white stuff shot out of it. And not a little either. Spurt after spurt of it, shooting out of his dick. I was wide eyed, amazed. Who knew? "Wow" I said. Doug collapsed on the ground, breathing hard. He was panting and he just sat there for a long minute as his dick deflated and more stuff, clear now, oozed out. He tucked his dick back into his pants. "You can't say anything about this, you know. People won't understand" "Yeah, I know" I said. I wasn't stupid. It was gay stuff. "We're gonna do it again, though, right?" He nodded. "Yeah" He gathered up his dirty magazines and I really wanted to keep one of them, one of them with the boys of course, but I didn't ask. I knew he wouldn't give it to me. In retrospect, it would have been nice if he had kissed me or something as he left, down the path back up to the top of the triangle and the way out of the woods but he didn't. He just said "see ya'" and took off. I got dressed too, which took about 2 seconds and went back to what I was doing. The sojourn in the woods hadn't taken long and the bottles handn't drifted far in the black swamp water. I aimed a few rocks on the other side and pushed them back closer and soon I had them all busted. But the thought of the mazazines filled my mind. Those images. The ones of the boys with their hard dicks, hard dicks being sucked, hard dicks in asses. Tight muscular bodies. Hairy, at least around the dick and on the legs and under the arms. I didn't think about the girls, all mishsppen with their big titties and thick hips and their middle sections looked like something was missing, something really important. They looked top heavy and incomplete. Not like the guys, broad shouldered and narrow assed. They were the way it was supposed to be. So, it was hot and I was at loose ends, thinking about those magazines. I sneaked off the railroad tracks and back over into the woods. It was cooler there and I was alone, except for the occassonal squirrel rustling the leaves. I reached inside my short and rammed my hands inside my briefs. It took nothing to make my little dick hard. It wasn't horninees, at least not like the horniness I would be plagued with just a few years later, but the thought of those pictures did do something to my little body and the sensation of Doug servicing me, the memory of it, was a revelation. So, I undid my pants and yanked my Fruit of the Looms down, spitting in my hand. I rubbed my hard dick, all four inches of it. My hand slid back and forth across the steel hardness of my dick. It was like steel. I was in the woods and it was a bit cooler and I felt good naked and I stroked it. I thought about those pictures. I thought about the blond guy with the shaggy hair. and lean body. And his dick. He stood, legs apart, with a scowl, his hands on his hips like he was daring you to come at him but that dick was hard and sticking out. There was a picture of him sitting and it stuck straight up, fat and long. And there was hair and I had none. Hair above his dick and behind his balls, even his ass cheeks had hair in between. But what I wanted most of all was to be able to do what Doug had done. I wanted to cum. Not that I could. That was big kid stuff. But it was cool. Cool beyond belief and I wished I could. Still rubbing on it felt good. Good enough that I wanted to keep doing it. The more I stroked it, though, the more I wanted to stroke it. It felt better and better. I reached down with the other hand and stroked on my little balls, maybe not so little. Not as big as Doug's or the guys in the magazines but not like marbles either. And tugging them felt good too, not like the dick though. Nothing feels as good as a hard dick getting rubbed, well I know now any friction whether sucking or fucking or jacking. I kept at it, but harder and harder. Then there was like this weird feeling like I couldn't stop. I didn't want to anyway. I wanted that good feeling to last forever. I wanted it more and more and more and my little hand was fluing up and down on my stiff cock. I felt tingly all over. It was like static electricity but all over. Well not all ever. Everywhere but my crotch and that felt different. Better. Way better. That was hard to describe but it was pure pleasure, the greatest in all the world. I couldn't stop. I had trouble breathing. I had to suck in air or I would pass out. I had to. But who cares? As long as I can jack off, I will. Keep going until I die. Keep this up. More. More. I was fairly yanking it off. I had to groan. Grunt. Moan. I had no choice. I closed my eyes shut tight. Concentrate on nothing but this feeling. More. More. I want it. I want it. More. More. Rational thought was gone. Only pleasure remained. I jacked it hard, trying to get as much out as I could. I need to explode. I need to shoot it out. I undersand now. It was to happen. It won't. It can't. I am going to die. Die because I can't cum and I can't stop. It was a blinding blaze light. Heat. It speasd all over me. Head to toe. Heat, tingling. Then pure relazation. Pure peace. I sighed. It felt great. My little dick actually was tender. Not painful but tender. I stopped stroking it. But I stayed hard. Then I started laughing. It was the funniest thing. This is so much fun. Sex stuff. The coolest ever. I definitely want to see those magazines again. Definitely.