Date: Mon, 13 May 2013 16:47:19 -0400 From: jim north Subject: 12 and horny The usual legal notices/disclaimers apply here. Please donate to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I was just twelve when I really discovered jerking off. I'd played with myself ever since I could remember, but really jacking it and cumming was fairly new to me. I did it every chance I got - at least three times a day - and wasn't shy about doing it in public. Jerking in a public toilet or in the boys room at school led to a lot of adventures for me. I knew I was gay for a couple of years already, so was always on the lookout for other boys like me, although at that age, I guess guys are naturally wired to experiment at least a little bit. One of my first public wanks was one day during math class. I'd woken up that morning with the usual boner and quickly jerked out a hot load. It was still new to me, so I was always amazed at the feeling and the cum that would shoot onto my smooth belly (one time it actually hit my face!). I'd tasted it a few times and didn't mind the salty-sweetness of my boy-cum. I was good at math, so wasn't really paying attention and was busy fingering my foreskin through the pocket of my jeans. I was staring at Brian C - the guy all the 7th-grade girls had crushes on. He had that blond hair/dark eyebrow thing going on, along with dark brown eyes and a killer smile. I'd never seen any of my classmates naked, so I was imagining what Brian's dick looked like. I was hard as a rock and decided that I needed some mid-day relief. I raised my hand and Mr. E gave me permission to go to the boys room. I always wore long t-shirts, so my boner wasn't obvious to anyone. I liked the idea of getting caught, so I never went into a stall, unless I actually had to pee. Ironic, I guess, but to this day I can't pee if someone else is standing next to me. I'll jerk off and shoot cum in front of anyone who cares to watch, but my bladder just won't give it up in front of an audience. So on this particular day I went to the boys room at the end of the hall and it was completely empty. I went to the middle of the row of urinals, unzipped, and pulled my hard 4 inches out the fly of my boxers - something I had specifically started wearing when I discovered jacking off. I knew I didn't have a lot of time, but I started by pinching the end of my dick-skin and pulling it away from my body. I could actually pull it over an inch from the end of my head and I liked that it was long enough to keep the head covered even when I was hard. I twirled the little pucker between my thumb and fingers while rubbing my balls a bit with my other hand. I then slowly pulled the skin back, loving the way my head started to peek out of the juicy flesh. What can I say? I was a natural at pleasuring myself from day one. I liked it a bit wet, so I spit on the head and started stroking - not bothering to even face the urinals - and it was at that moment that I heard the door slam open and someone coming into the bathroom. I jumped about three feet in the air and spun around to try and hide my boner and pretend I was just pissing. My long t-shirt didn't really help much this time as I saw Brian C walk around the corner, looking straight at my boner. He stopped a little short with wide eyes. "What are you doing?" he asked me. What am I doing? Wasn't it obvious? I was a little embarrassed, but my budding exhibitionism kicked in quickly. "What's it look like?" I answered as I turned to face him with my hardon sticking out the front of my jeans. "Touching yourself is bad!" he said, but walked right up next to me anyway. He unzipped his shorts and pulled down his tighty-whities, revealing about a 2-inch uncut cock and began to pee, all the while staring at my crotch. "Are you kidding? Touching yourself like this is the best thing in the world!" I replied, slowly stroking my boner with his eyes glued to my hand. "Don't you play with yours?" I asked him. "My mom told me not to," he said, sounding a little embarrassed. Even so, he was absent-mindedly rubbing his penis up and down. I reached over with one hand and started rubbing for him and he took his hand away and gasped. I knew this would blow his mind and probably wouldn't take too long. "You're gonna love this," I said to him, and pushed his underwear down, fully releasing his now hard 3-and-a-half incher. He had a little hair, too, sort of a reddish-brown - somewhere in between the colour of the hair on his head and his eyebrows. I pulled on his foreskin and twirled it like I did with mine. "Oh, this is so bad," Brian moaned while I worked on both our little cocks. I slowly pulled his skin back, revealing a shiny, bullet-shaped knob, very different from my sort of plump, round one. Knowing that we had probably been gone from class for too long already, I decided to go ahead and just start jerking. "Have you ever cum before?" I asked him. He didn't know what I was talking about, so I explained about sperm and stuff. "Well, one time, just a few weeks ago, I woke up all sticky in my pyjama bottoms. I thought I'd wet myself, but it was different," he answered, never taking his eyes off what I was doing to the two of us. I started stroking him faster, figuring I'd finish him off first and that I'd go off within a few seconds afterwards. His pink knob continued to disappear and reappear - I liked long strokes. At least as long as you can get on 3 or 4 inches of uncut boy-meat. Suddenly he sort of whimpered a bit. "I've gotta piss!" he whispered loudly. "You just did," I said, and pulled him closer so we were both facing the same urinal. It only took another few seconds when he started to whimper like a puppy and his cock started to twitch in my hand. His boyish hips bucked involuntarily. God - I was loving this. I pulled back all the way on his boy-skin and watched as watery cum shot out of his stiff little prick. He shot three times as I slowly but firmly stroked him with my thumb and two fingers, and his cum started to run down the inside of the urinal. I saw him looking down in amazement at what had just happened, and I thought he might pass out, but he managed to stay on his feet. "That was amazing!" he said, and then, to my surprise, "Let me do it to you!" How could I refuse? My first ever hand-job, and from the cutest guy in school? He reached over and gently grasped my boner and started stroking it like I'd just done to him. "I'm gonna cum!" I said to him and we both watched this new miracle in our lives as my cum shot out the tip of my dick and splashed the side of the urinal, mixing with his as it dripped down. We knew we had to get back to class, and being dirty little 12-year-olds, we just pulled our skin back over the head of our wet cocks and shoved our slightly cummy boy parts back into our underwear. "When can we do that again?" Brian wanted to know as we hurried down the hall. I was happy that he said 'we', and knew that I'd found my first jack-off buddy. "How about after school at my place?" I said, and he quickly nodded as we entered the classroom together. We got together a lot after that, usually in my bedroom, but plenty of times in the boys room at school. Later that year, we both started swimming, and one time we even did it in the locker-room showers after a practice when everyone had left. That was also the first time that I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. There was nowhere to hide in the big tiled room, and I think the idea of getting caught gave me the best orgasm I'd had up to that point. I blew my sperm on the floor as he came in my mouth and I swallowed it down. I also started to enjoy the group shower thing and sometimes got hard looking at the other boys, but I wasn't the only it happened to. I always made a mental note to see who was the hardest and then see if they were interested in becoming jack-off buddies. I had a few over the years, and it was always a fun time, even if most of them eventually turned to girls. I just went gaily forward and haven't looked back - except when I'm jerking off and thinking of Brian C and that first time with another guy.