Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 18:21:08 +0000 (UTC) From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net Subject: Oliver Shows Me His Heinie Oliver Shows Me His Heinie I was in fifth grade. I was eleven. I started to get erections at random, almost any time. This could happen at home: when I got naked to take a bath; when I put on my cotton pajamas before bed; lying on the couch watching TV. It also happened at school: climbing on the playground or walking down the hall. My hard penis would rub back and forth in my cotton underpants. It felt good. It tingled. I had started to play with myself. It was mostly just fingering the very sensitive, wrinkly, loose red skin of my circumcision or rubbing my hard penis in my pants, either from the outside or with my hand in my pocket. I only did this after I got hard; willful masturbation was still to come. At first I didn't even think that much about it, I just did it. Sometimes, my friends would notice when I was hard and joke about it. This didn't bother me. But, one time in class I had my hand in my pants pocket and I was playing with myself under my desk. I became aware of one of my classmates giggling across the aisle. When I looked over I realized he'd been watching me play with myself. I was embarrassed. After that I was more cautious. There was one place at school that oddly seemed to excite me. It was the storage closets next to the gymnasium that held all the various pieces of equipment we used in PE class; balls, tennis rackets, wrestling mats, etc. This was a grade school, so we really didn't have a locker room, but the gym did have that funky, sweaty smell. Since I walked home, I often stayed after school to shoot baskets in the gym. Our PE teacher would let us go into the closets to get the equipment we needed. I volunteered to put stuff away. After a long day at school and thirty minutes of afterschool exercise, I felt flushed and sweaty. If I could, I would linger alone in the storage closets for a few minutes. I would finger myself in my jeans. I would often stay hard, feeling my penis rub back and forth in my tight jeans as I walked home. There was a boy named Oliver who sometimes stayed after school to play in the gym. He was in fourth grade. He was ten. Oliver was kind of a strange kid. He didn't talk much. He wasn't really into sports or playing at recess. Other kids thought he was weird and he was. Sometimes he would play, but most of the time he stayed to himself. Oliver's parents were British, but he really spoke like an American kid, that is when he decided to speak. He had long, curly golden blond hair that hung over his ears and light blue eyes. Not that I thought of it at the time, but looking back, he really had an angelic appearance. What I remember most about Oliver though isn't his face. What I remember about Oliver was his heinie. Oliver often wore warm-up pants. Oliver played soccer. Oliver's legs were definitely developed. His lower body definitely didn't match his upper body. For some reason, especially in the gymnasium, I noticed Oliver's rounded rear end. You could see the lines of Oliver's underwear through the nylon material of his warm-up pants. Oliver noticed me looking at him. I wasn't self-conscious about looking at him and he wasn't concerned that I was looking. On this one particular day I stayed around after school to collect the basketballs as usual. The other kids left except for Oliver who had been playing on another nearby basket. He offered to help me gather up the basketballs. It was okay by me. I was, as usual, sweaty and invigorated. I was somewhat conscious of the perspiration that had soaked into my cotton underpants. I could feel the slippery wetness of my sweat between the cheeks of my buttocks. On our several trips to the storage closet I happened to be behind Oliver. I looked as I followed. He appeared to be equally as sweaty as I was. The ends of his hair were wet with the sweat from his neck and his warm-up pants clung to his thighs and buttocks. After our last trip into the closet Oliver spoke. "Look at all this equipment. I didn't realize closet was this big." "Yeah, and there are three of them," I replied. "Do you mind if I take a look farther back?" Oliver asked. "Nah, go ahead." I followed Oliver farther into the closet and around the corner. "Look at all these mats," Oliver exclaimed. There were mats stacked shoulder high next to the wall in back of the closet. Oliver turned around unexpectedly. I had been looking at Oliver's buttocks. "Do you want to see my bum?" Oliver asked straightforwardly. "What?" I said uncomprehendingly. "Do you want to see my heinie?" What he said was unexpected, but I wasn't thinking beyond the moment. I answered honestly. "Yeah." Oliver turned and dropped his sweatpants down to his knees. I saw his white cotton briefs stretched across his bottom. Oliver grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled his underwear down exposing his substantial buttocks. I stared. I felt weak at the knees. I realized I was rock hard in my pants. Oliver pulled his underwear back up. He turned around. "Can I see your Willy?" For a second, I hesitated. I instantly decided that I wanted to show it to him. "Yeah." I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. I pulled my white cotton briefs down and showed Oliver my stiff penis. I was breathing irregularly. I wanted to touch myself. Oliver looked and smiled. I moved my hips side to side to give him a full view. Oliver turned around and pulled his underpants down again. I touched myself without thinking. I'd never felt this excited in my life. My heart pounded in my chest. After a few moments, Oliver pulled up his pants. It took me a few moments to zip and snap my jeans over my erection. We walked out of the closet without saying anything. We both went to pick up our book bags. "Well, see you tomorrow," Oliver said with a friendly smile. "Yeah, see you tomorrow," I replied. We lived in separate neighborhoods and so we headed off in opposite directions. I was hard all the way home. My penis would not go down. With every step I tingled with energy. I know now that I was nearly ready to orgasm, but I didn't know that then. For a long time after this, every time I thought about Oliver's heinie or underwear I would get hard. At school I would look at Oliver's rear end in the lunch line or at recess and get a boner. We did show ourselves front and rear one more time during that school year, but the first time was the best, by far. Eventually, later in that school year, I learned to masturbate to orgasm. I often thought of Oliver's heinie while rubbing my penis in bed at night. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2012.