Warning! This story is a semi- fictional account of experimentation between boys. If you are underage, whatever that means where you live, you have to leave, too. Sorry, their rules, not mine.

 

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Reflections of Youth

By Bob Andersen

BEGINNINGS

As the years go by many things run through my mind of my youth. I was a bit precocious as an adolescent and very very horny. I started learning about my penis when I was probably about 6 years old. I remember vividly playing in Dick's back yard with him and Dee, his neighbor. It was a warm spring day and we all were in shorts. None of us had any idea about sex except the difference between boy and girls. I knew that Dick had the same equipment that I did and that Dee didn't.

We all sat in his sandbox (yes this was back in the 50's) and were talking when all of a sudden Dee started laughing. She leaned over to Dick and whispered something in his ear and he looked over at me, his eyes at my crotch level. He began laughing too.

"Hey Bob. We can see your thing," he stated.

I looked down and couldn't see anything and he asked me, "You're not wearing underwear."

I was a bit naïve I guess because I then remembered I just pulled on a pair of shorts and didn't put on any underwear. They both were looking up my pant leg and my little dick was very visible. I quickly stood up and ran home very embarrassed.

A couple of days later we got together again at Dee's house and played for a while when Dick had to go home. Dee and I, having been friends for years (probably 2 but that seemed like a lot) and being neighbors I didn't think anything of it. She brought me into her garage and closed the overhead door.

"Can I see your thing again?" she asked.

"No Dee, that isn't right."

"Oh come on. I already saw it once and it looked cute." Then the ever popular, "If you show me your thing I'll show you mine."

I really didn't want to but I have to admit, looking back, I probably was very curious about what a girl had between her legs. I hesitantly said yes, but told her that she had to show me first, since she had seen my weiner.

As I remember this, it probably has taken on some "fantasy" but she didn't hesitate to pull down her shorts and panties. There I stood, 6 years old looking at a girl naked. I saw the slit and couldn't really understand it but was fascinated by what I saw. I unconsciously began to reach toward her and she slapped my hand away.

"Show me your thingie now," she stated.

I pulled down my shorts and, since I had on underwear that day, began to pull them down. I noticed it was difficult to pull them over my weiner when I realized that it had grown and gotten hard. Prior to this I don't think I ever remember having an erection.

"WOW!" she exclaimed. "That's bigger than I thought." What guys doesn't like to hear those words. Of course at the time I didn't realize how satisfying it was to hear them.

I looked down at myself and saw my weiner sticking straight out about 1 ½ inches. It even looked big to me and I was confused. She reached over toward me and grabbed my dick in her fingers rubbing it back and forth. It was an amazing feeling I remember and I was just frozen in place.

I shook out of my shock and reached over toward her. This time she didn't slap my hand away and I explored her labia (I know big word but it was just a slit without a weiner to me at the time). Playing with it and having her playing with my dick seemed like the naughtiest thing we could have done. Of course it was as I later found out.

We explored a little until we heard a car on the drive way. We both quickly pulled up our clothes and ran into the house and out into her back yard and sat on the swings. We both were quiet for a while until she told me that that was really fun what we did in the garage. I agreed and for the rest of the time we were together things were back to normal.

That night, however, my mom and dad called me into the living room. Apparently Mrs. K, Dee's mom, had called her very mad and told her what Dee told her that happened. Dee didn't lie; she just told her mom what we did as a matter of fact.

When my parents confronted me I thought I was in real trouble. Oh I was in trouble, but not that much now that I recall the incident. That was the night that I found out about two things: about sex (a limited version, but accurate) and that I was adopted. The sex part sort of confused me where a daddy puts his penis in a mommies vagina (I had no idea what that was of course) and that is how babies are made. They emphasized that this was something you did when you were married and in private. That good boys and girls our age didn't do the type of thing that Dee and I did. Also, that I was not to play with Dee anymore unless one of our parents was at home.

The part of being adopted I think was more of an issue to me at the time. They explained what adoption was and that they CHOSE me to be a part of them. I felt betrayed I think because this actually bothered me more than the the punishment we received because of our curiosity.

But as any 6 year old would do, I told Dick, Eddie, Jerry and a bunch of my friends about sex. I told them what boys did with their wieners to girls and that there was a special place for that weiner to make babied. So simplistic, but I was a hero to my friends.

Looking back I'm surprised that none of us was curious about each other. We never played the comparison game or anything at that time.

I did from that point on though play with my own penis. I remember how good it was to have a boner (that's what Jerry told us that my weiner getting hard was cause that is what his older brother told him when he saw him with one). I began to roll it around, flip it when it was hard and remember it felt so good. That, though, is all that every happened UNTIL:

GOING TO CAMP

When I was 8 years old (I turned 9 in September) my parents sent me to camp. It was a YMCA camp and I really was not happy about leaving home. They had tried to let my Aunt Mary take me to her place in Saugatuck, MI with them and we drove all the way up there and I became extremely homesick on the ride up. By the time we got there (it was a 3 hour drive for us) my Uncle Bob just turned around and drove back home. I never did spend time up at their cottage which I regret today. They were good people and their cottage was really more of a house and in Saugatuck (if you know about Saugatuck today it is a very large gay resort area).

So, having to go to camp by myself with strangers wasn't something I looked forward to. My parents insisted and off I was for 2 weeks away from home. I was a pain to the camp director who had to call home the first night and tell my mother NOT to let me get to her and let them "make a man" out of me. So for about 3 days I cried day and night. My counselor was very nice and did help me with my homesickness but not as much as a guy from our cabin.

Remember I was 8 and the guys in my cabin were 8 and 9. I remember what happened, but for the life of me I don't remember this boy's name. During one rest period after lunch, this one guy came over and sat on my bunk and asked me to go with him. He told me he had something that would make me feel better, so of course I followed him. We went out the back door I remember because we were told not to so this was exciting.

When we got onto the porch he said he had to pee, so he pulled down his shorts and began to go. I looked over, of course, and saw his weiner. It looked like mine but had skin over it and was bigger than mine (not saying a lot at 9, is it?). He asked me if I had to go. I pulled down my shorts and tried to pee, but couldn't. He never pulled up his shorts either, I remember. He said something like that's a nice dick, which I had no idea what that was.

He then reached over and began to play with my weiner. I just stood there as he began to rub and pull it and I got that boner again. I looked over at his and saw that it grew too. This time it was a lot bigger than mine and he told me to touch it. I did. It was so hard and hot in my hand. I admit it was very exciting.

As we stood out there playing with each other he asked me to move my hand up and down his dick. By that time I realized that he called his weiner a dick, so I did. He did the same to me and I felt my "dick" get harder and harder. I looked at his, then at mine, and both of them were hard and bigger. As he stroked me I stroked him. Suddenly I told him to stop that I had to pee but he kept going. I felt so strange. My stomach and below had a tingling feeling that was both confusing and enjoyable. My knees buckled and I began to sink onto the stairs. I let go of his dick and steadied myself on the railing as he also grabbed me from falling. As all this happened, he continued to stroke me and I began to feel what I would later know as an orgasm. I was breathing hard and he slowed down but didn't stop.

I couldn't believe what I was feeling and how good it felt. He was smiling as I closed my eyes and took deep quick breathes. He put his hands under my arms and guided me upwards and smiled at me. He asked me how that felt and all I could say was great. He then said something that I have heard many times as he said you can now finish giving me the feeling. So, I again wrapped my small fingers onto his dick and stroked him.

He told me to get behind him, reach around and continue to do what I was doing. As I did I felt him get harder and harder. He began to move his hip forward and back and told me faster. I did. I asked him if he was going to get "the feeling" and he said yes. At that point I wanted to give him the pleasure he had given me so I beat his dick faster and faster. I felt it pulse in my fingers as he threw his head back and let out a muffled groan.

Shortly after he groaned he placed his hand on my wrist and told me to stop saying that he couldn't take it after he "came." I had no idea what had come but I stopped. He turned and looked at me and reached down and pulled up his shorts. Then he grabbed my shorts and pulled them up.

One thing he did say was not to tell anyone what we did. When he said that I knew it was something naughty that we did and I told him I wouldn't. He asked me if I wanted to do it again and I quickly told him yes. Although there might have been some guilt there, the feeling that I had definitely was more important than the guilt.

I remember that for the next 8 days or so, we did it almost every day at least once. I got very good at doing him and doing myself as I began to stroke my little member by myself at night to get the feeling. A couple nights I went to his bed after lights out and lay with him, playing with his bigger dick and giving the same feeling he had shown me.

I'm not sure others in the cabin realized what was happening or not, but at 8 unless someone shows you what to do I felt that they didn't know. Then the last night at camp I found out differently as another of my bunk mates came over, put his hand into my sleeping bag and began to play with me, brining me to the feeling. I asked him how he knew and he told me that the same boy that taught me, taught him. I returned his favor bringing him to the feeling but felt upset that he also was playing with my mentor.

The day we left camp for home I actually felt sad. I had learned something that I enjoyed and I knew that I could get the feeling by myself, but I also enjoyed making other boys happy as well. I didn't know if I would find anyone that knew what this was at home and was sad that I was leaving camp. The counselor told my parents about the turn around with my homesickness but I'm sure he didn't know what it was that made me enjoy being at camp and away from home.

On the drive home (my parents picked me up) I told my parents I had a fantastic time at camp and I wanted to go back. They were so pleased that they actually signed me up for another session that started the next Monday. I jumped for joy (well not jumped cause I was in the car but you know what I mean) and hoped that I would enjoy it as much for the next 12 days.

I didn't, though. Well not as much as I did the first session I was there because I didn't find anyone to play with. However, I found out something about me. I loved being in the showers and in the cabin as we all got naked. I looked at other boys in a different way than I had previously. I began to compare my "dick" with others in the shower and I saw that most guys were doing the same thing. We all were different but alike I realized. The boys that taught me how much fun I could have I would later find out was uncut. All the other guys that I saw during camp were circumcised, and all looked alike. I found the skin on my friend's dick fascinating and wondered why we all didn't have it. He must have had something wrong with him I remember thinking. As time went by, or course, I learned how wrong I was.

HOME FROM CAMP

I was happy to get home after 4 weeks away. I missed my friends and in my mind I wondered about if they could see that I changed at camp. I didn't change; I just felt that I did due to my experience.

Dick was the first friend to come over when he saw our car go into the drive. He ran over to say hello, asked me how camp was and told me about his baseball season. I missed baseball due to camp but at the time I didn't care because I had such a good time. He helped me bring stuff in and told me to grab my mitt and come to the field. I did. However, I was really tired and we only spent a ½ hour or so at the field.

The next day, Eddie came over. Now Eddie I guess you could call him my best friend. We did about everything together and had known each other since we were in kindergarten, well actually even before that. We told each other our secrets. We told each other everything that happened to us and complained about our parents all the time like most kids do. If there was anyone I could tell about what I learned at camp it was Eddie. Dare I?

Actually I gave it much thought. I didn't want to lose him as a friend, but I also wanted him to feel what I had felt. My only hesitation at the time was because his parents were very strict with him and I felt what I was doing was naughty and that if they found out they wouldn't let us be friends.

We always played cowboys and Indians when we were together. I was the Lone Ranger and he was Tonto many times. One day as we were playing in the basement, I told him that I captured him and had to punish him. We went into the down stairs bathroom where I "tied" him up, of course with no rope. I told him I was going to torture him and began to pull off his pants. He didn't resist so when he was in his white briefs between the toilet bowl and the wall I could see his little penis bulging out a bit. He looked at me as I put my hand down into the waist band of his briefs and began to roll the head of his dick in my fingers.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to make you talk. I'm going to torture you till me tell you where your tribe is, I stated.

Surprisingly he didn't stop me. I then pulled his briefs down and his little weiner was beginning to flop around and harden. I smiled and told him to relax that I wasn't going to hurt him. Then I told him I was going to show him what I learned at camp.

I know he was nervous and a little hesitant. When I told him I was going to show him what I learned at camp he relaxed. His penis was filling and became bigger. I took the head of his dick between the palms of my hands and began to rub back and forth. He just lay there for a few seconds and then he began to wiggle. His hips began to rise and fall and his legs tightened. He began to make sounds and I stopped. He asked what that was. I told him that a guy at camp showed me how to make myself feel really good and I wanted to show him as my best friend.

I then began to rub again. His whole body was reacting a lot differently than I thought I had but probably the same way as I was so involved in the feeling that I may have been the same way. Suddenly he said he had to pee and I knew that he was going to have the feeling. I told him he wasn't and continued to rub his dick in my hands. I could feel him begin to harden even more and before long I realized that he had had the feeling. I slowed down, but didn't stop. He still was squirming and said to stop and I told him that this was the torture.

After a long time, which was probably only a few seconds to be honest, I stopped. He was breathing heavily and just looking at me.

"WOW! What was that?" he asked.

"That was the feeling that I get when I do that to myself. (Said his name even though now I don't' remember it) showed me at camp."

"That felt so good, Bob. Let me do it to you." he said.

So started our time of mutual masturbation with each other. For the next year and a half we took every opportunity to "torture" each other. We would do it in the basement bathroom, under his porch that had doors which made it private, in bed at sleep-overs and even out in the woods. We went from rubbing in our palms to stroking with our fingers as our penises began to grow some. It was my first realization that I liked boys in that way. Eddie was my first friend that I taught how to jack-off, not my last, but the one I most remember.

Our relationship ended when Eddie's father caught us fooling around. Fortunately we were not jacking off but were wrestling and he saw us groping each other. As I said he was very strict and I soon found out about the "religious" implications of boys fooling around with other boys. His dad told us it was a sin what we were doing and that he never wanted to see that happening again. This scared Eddie and our fun times ended. Not because his dad stopped us from being friends, but because of Eddie's fear of his father and going to "hell."

But for me I didn't want to stop. My parents heard what happened and my dad put it off as boys-being-boys. So if I didn't have Eddie to have some fun like that with I had to find someone else. By this time I was 10 and knew I wanted to do what Eddie and I did with other boys.

So who was I going to find to play around with? We were all getting to that age where we knew about queers from all the talk around school and the neighborhood. I had no idea what a "queer" was but from what I gathered it was guys doing to guys what they should do with girls. None of us knew the total implication of that but knew it was something that our parents wanted from us.

I had a neighbor 2 years younger than me that I hung out with from time to time. Billy was tall for an 8 year old but had few friends. His parents were a bit unusual (that's what my folks said, at least) and rarely let Billy and his 6 year old brother play with others in the neighborhood. I was really the only one that they allowed over in their yard so I guess they felt I was Billy's friend.

One summer night Billy asked me if I wanted to camp out with him and Joey. I said yes and we made plans to sleep in a tent in his yard. The night was hot (it was July after all) and we all had sleeping bags that were meant for winter camping. We slept on top of them. Well as kids will do Billy and I began to talk about others in the neighborhood, mostly the girls. He asked if I liked any of them and I told him "Yuckkkk, no." He said the same thing.

We all got ready to go to sleep but were so hot that we took off our pants and lay on the top of the bags, Joey included. We played flashlight tag and for some reason I shined mine right onto Billy's crotch. I gasped, I think. There was this huge bulge showing and I think he realized what I was looking at.

"Billy! That is really bit," I said.

"It is," Joey commented.

Well let the games begin, I thought. I used the same line on Billy that Dee had with me so many years earlier – "show me yours and I'll show you mine."

"Show him Billy. Show him," Joey giggled.

So as Billy grabbed his underwear I grabbed mine. I counted 3 and we pulled them down. I was shocked. Here was my neighbor, 2 years younger with a dick that looked like a man's. Although I didn't have any concept of size I swore it was a good 6 inches long and very fat.

I looked at him and asked if I could touch it. He didn't object so I reached over and I could put my whole hand around the shaft and the head was poking out of it. I began to stroke him as Joey lay there laughing. I was a little surprised when Billy reached over and began to stroke me. I could feel his dick pulsing in my hand. I could feel it harden more and more. He was using his fingers on my dick (I was maybe at the time 3" hard if that) stroking away as I was on him. He began to move his hips up and down. His balls (which were huge) began to slap against my hand and his body. I was getting the feeling in my dick and was moaning as was he.

Suddenly he pushed his hips up and his dick into my hand and (to this day I still remember my disbelief) began what I thought was peeing on my hand. It was thick and white so I knew it wasn't pee but I sure didn't know what it was.

All of a sudden Joey move his hand onto his brothers body and it was the first time I noticed that Billy had hair at the base of his dick. Joey rubbed the "white stuff" onto Billy's body as my dick was getting the feeling that I so enjoyed. I let go of Billy's dick as he grabbed it and continued to stroke it.

"He needs to get it all out," Joey said.

I had no idea what he was talking about but my eyes were glued to what Billy was doing. He slowed down his stroking and then just lay back and let a deep breath out.

"What was that?" I asked.

Billy then explained to me what had happened. He said that the white stuff is sperm and what makes babies. He told me he just started to have it come out but it felt so good when it did. He asked me if I got the feeling and I told him I did. Joey was now playing with himself like I did at 6 as Billy explained it all to me. He said his dad told him he entered puberty already and that most of the boys wouldn't for a few years.

I asked if his dad knew he did that and he said no. He said his dad told him about it all when he noticed how big Billy's penis was and that he was sprouting hair. He said his dad wanted to make sure that he knew about the changes that were happening to him. He told him about something called "wet dreams" and said it might happen to him soon so he needed to know it was normal. Jeez I never wanted my dad to see my dick much less tell me about that stuff.

I heard Joey make a little groan but really didn't pay much attention to him. Billy told me that Joey had seen him doing this so he knew what it was and copied him. I wondered when I was going to make "sperm" and Billy said I would soon he thought. Little did he know!

This was the one and only time that Billy and I ever did anything together. He was a "friend" but not a close friend. But I also realized that other boys probably did what Eddie and I and Billy and I did so it gave me some hope for some fun with others.

Well that is about all for today. After this things began to happen a lot quicker with a lot of other friends. I'll continue another chapter on my reflections of my youth soon.

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