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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
First Experience: Sexual Awareness
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I am sure you will enjoy this story but it was a real pain to edit and format.
Hope your Christmas was special!
This story contains elements which may be offensive to some people.
When I was 12 in the 1970s, I had never seen another person's wiener and didn't even know what capabilities mine had besides dispensing piss.Back then I went to a Jr. High School, so the first grade there was 7th. For the first time in my life I was told I needed to shower with a bunch of other boys, I thought it was weird.
I remember this one kid Matt had a face and body to die for. I was obviously very attracted to him but I didn't know there was gay or straight or any of that stuff at the time, I just remember being "turned on" by his eyes and his body. I still remember watching him strip off his clothes proudly and marching his naked body off into the showers. I will never forget his cute little pubic hair patch; I didn't have any hair so I always avoided showering after gym class.
I was in scouts and this time and remember one night he joined my troop. We went on a camping trip one weekend and he and I shared a tent. Back then as a kid, you never really think of a tent as being a thin piece of cloth that anyone can hear you, so we would talk about anything.
Matt at one point asked me how come I didn't shower at gym class. I was kind of shy and strayed off the topic. Matt went on talking about another subject but then said, you never told me why you don't shower.
"Don't laugh but I don't have any hair down there like you do" I said.
"How do you know I have hair?" replied Matt.
Dammit! I was busted. I kind of tripped over my words for a few minutes making excuses.
"No big deal, I have been to nude beaches with my parents before. I like it." said Matt
I had a million questions for Matt, but somehow I was still so dumb about sex and I never asked him if he got a hard on there. Instead I asked him if his dad had a lot of hair down there and how about his brother and sister. He said his brother is 10 and does not have hair yet, his sister is 14 and had a big bush.
"You looked at your sisters...?" I said pointing to my own crotch like a dumb little kid.
He made me swear not to tell, but he told me a story that happened about a 2 months ago (years ago now) he and his sister played I will show me mine if you show me yours. He said his sister even pulled on his wiener. I had no idea why someone would want to pull on their wiener and so I asked him what he meant.
"Do you ever play with yourself?" asked Matt.
Being dumb and innocent at the time, I thought he meant like having no friends around. I told him all the time but he took it as I meant I play with my dick.
"Do you come yet?" inquired Matt.
"I am here, where do you want me to come to?" I replied.
Remember that I mentioned how thin the tents were, well at time I remember one of the adult leaders called my name. I got out of the tent and he took me for a walk. He explained to me that Matt was talking about sex and explained to me that he was asking about something called masturbation.
In the 70s a scout leader was the person who would talk to you about sex. I said to him how do you know what Matt was talking to me about and he said we can hear everything through the tents. Then he took me closer to the campsite and pointed to our tent. He said listen. We could hear a rustling noise, but I thought Matt was adjusting our tent. The scout leader explained that Matt was masturbating. I still didn't get it. He told me to just tell Matt I never did that before and could he show me what to do.
The Scout Leader said to make sure I make some noise before I enter the tent so Matt has time to cover up.
"Cover up what?" I thought.
I went back to the tent and Matt was pretending to be asleep. The next day the troop went swimming in a small lake attached to our campground. Suddenly every boy in our troop took off all their clothes and went swimming naked.Matt was standing next to me and in a funny ordering voice said get those clothes off. I remember for the first time in my life being nude in front of other people. I also remember this as being the first boner I ever got.
I don't know if the other boys noticed, but Matt said, well at least some one is standing at attention. We both laughed about it and went swimming. That same night I told him how fun it was to swim without clothes on. He reminded me of his family going to nude beaches and said it's really no big deal. Then he asked if I wanted to sleep naked.
"If you go first" I said.
Matt without a blink of the eye was nude, except this time his wiener was hard. I took off my clothes and sat on top of my sleeping bag. We played cards and whatever else we did for fun back then for a few hours completely nude. It was fun. At one point another boy knocked on the side of the tent and asked if he could come in. I didnt know it at the time but Matt asked Bill to come join us. Bill was 14 I think at that time. I pretended I was dressed and got in my sleeping bag before he got the zipper of the tent open.
"Don't worry, Bill is cool." Matt said.
He came in the tent with us and Matt didn't even try to cover up.
"I know your nude in there so you may as well come out" said Bill as he turned and looked at me while I tried to hide my nudity.
I lied and said I had undies on but Bill heard everything and knew the truth. I was still too shy so Matt and Bill decided to take matters into their own hands and tickle me out of the sleeping bag. Finally I was out and standing up sitting on my sleeping bag naked. Matt told Bill to get naked, which he did and he began to pull on his dick. I had to confess to Bill and I Matt I didn't know about this stuff and they both made me feel at ease. Bill invited me to touch him and although I wanted to, I was too shy. Bill took my hand and placed it on his dick, I remember playing with Bill's the fine wisps of pubic hair.
Bill asked if I was OK with him touching me. Before I could answer he took my other hand and put it on his dick. He leaned down and put my dick in his mouth. At first I didn't know why, but in 2 seconds flat, I now understood.
"Lay back." Bill commanded in a friendly tone of voice.
We lay side by side with me in the middle, I kept jerking Matt while Matt sucked me off.
That went on for hours. I don't remember what time it was, but thinking back I would guess until about 3am. Although Matt and Bill came that night, I didn't or couldn't.
I don't remember ever camping with Matt or Bill again. Maybe we did, but that was so many years ago now.
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I am sure you will enjoy this story but it was a real pain to edit and format.
Hope your Christmas was special!
This story contains elements which may be offensive to some people.
When I was 12 in the 1970s, I had never seen another person's wiener and didn't even know what capabilities mine had besides dispensing piss.Back then I went to a Jr. High School, so the first grade there was 7th. For the first time in my life I was told I needed to shower with a bunch of other boys, I thought it was weird.
I remember this one kid Matt had a face and body to die for. I was obviously very attracted to him but I didn't know there was gay or straight or any of that stuff at the time, I just remember being "turned on" by his eyes and his body. I still remember watching him strip off his clothes proudly and marching his naked body off into the showers. I will never forget his cute little pubic hair patch; I didn't have any hair so I always avoided showering after gym class.
I was in scouts and this time and remember one night he joined my troop. We went on a camping trip one weekend and he and I shared a tent. Back then as a kid, you never really think of a tent as being a thin piece of cloth that anyone can hear you, so we would talk about anything.
Matt at one point asked me how come I didn't shower at gym class. I was kind of shy and strayed off the topic. Matt went on talking about another subject but then said, you never told me why you don't shower.
"Don't laugh but I don't have any hair down there like you do" I said.
"How do you know I have hair?" replied Matt.
Dammit! I was busted. I kind of tripped over my words for a few minutes making excuses.
"No big deal, I have been to nude beaches with my parents before. I like it." said Matt
I had a million questions for Matt, but somehow I was still so dumb about sex and I never asked him if he got a hard on there. Instead I asked him if his dad had a lot of hair down there and how about his brother and sister. He said his brother is 10 and does not have hair yet, his sister is 14 and had a big bush.
"You looked at your sisters...?" I said pointing to my own crotch like a dumb little kid.
He made me swear not to tell, but he told me a story that happened about a 2 months ago (years ago now) he and his sister played I will show me mine if you show me yours. He said his sister even pulled on his wiener. I had no idea why someone would want to pull on their wiener and so I asked him what he meant.
"Do you ever play with yourself?" asked Matt.
Being dumb and innocent at the time, I thought he meant like having no friends around. I told him all the time but he took it as I meant I play with my dick.
"Do you come yet?" inquired Matt.
"I am here, where do you want me to come to?" I replied.
Remember that I mentioned how thin the tents were, well at time I remember one of the adult leaders called my name. I got out of the tent and he took me for a walk. He explained to me that Matt was talking about sex and explained to me that he was asking about something called masturbation.
In the 70s a scout leader was the person who would talk to you about sex. I said to him how do you know what Matt was talking to me about and he said we can hear everything through the tents. Then he took me closer to the campsite and pointed to our tent. He said listen. We could hear a rustling noise, but I thought Matt was adjusting our tent. The scout leader explained that Matt was masturbating. I still didn't get it. He told me to just tell Matt I never did that before and could he show me what to do.
The Scout Leader said to make sure I make some noise before I enter the tent so Matt has time to cover up.
"Cover up what?" I thought.
I went back to the tent and Matt was pretending to be asleep. The next day the troop went swimming in a small lake attached to our campground. Suddenly every boy in our troop took off all their clothes and went swimming naked.Matt was standing next to me and in a funny ordering voice said get those clothes off. I remember for the first time in my life being nude in front of other people. I also remember this as being the first boner I ever got.
I don't know if the other boys noticed, but Matt said, well at least some one is standing at attention. We both laughed about it and went swimming. That same night I told him how fun it was to swim without clothes on. He reminded me of his family going to nude beaches and said it's really no big deal. Then he asked if I wanted to sleep naked.
"If you go first" I said.
Matt without a blink of the eye was nude, except this time his wiener was hard. I took off my clothes and sat on top of my sleeping bag. We played cards and whatever else we did for fun back then for a few hours completely nude. It was fun. At one point another boy knocked on the side of the tent and asked if he could come in. I didnt know it at the time but Matt asked Bill to come join us. Bill was 14 I think at that time. I pretended I was dressed and got in my sleeping bag before he got the zipper of the tent open.
"Don't worry, Bill is cool." Matt said.
He came in the tent with us and Matt didn't even try to cover up.
"I know your nude in there so you may as well come out" said Bill as he turned and looked at me while I tried to hide my nudity.
I lied and said I had undies on but Bill heard everything and knew the truth. I was still too shy so Matt and Bill decided to take matters into their own hands and tickle me out of the sleeping bag. Finally I was out and standing up sitting on my sleeping bag naked. Matt told Bill to get naked, which he did and he began to pull on his dick. I had to confess to Bill and I Matt I didn't know about this stuff and they both made me feel at ease. Bill invited me to touch him and although I wanted to, I was too shy. Bill took my hand and placed it on his dick, I remember playing with Bill's the fine wisps of pubic hair.
Bill asked if I was OK with him touching me. Before I could answer he took my other hand and put it on his dick. He leaned down and put my dick in his mouth. At first I didn't know why, but in 2 seconds flat, I now understood.
"Lay back." Bill commanded in a friendly tone of voice.
We lay side by side with me in the middle, I kept jerking Matt while Matt sucked me off.
That went on for hours. I don't remember what time it was, but thinking back I would guess until about 3am. Although Matt and Bill came that night, I didn't or couldn't.
I don't remember ever camping with Matt or Bill again. Maybe we did, but that was so many years ago now.
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
First Experience: Willing Pool Target
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In 6th grade I got a pair of speedos so I could be like my best friend who just
got a hand me down pair from his older brother who was on a swim team. Because
this friend was our group's "alpha" it was now cool to have trunks like that.
Anyway so I was tall for my age, towheaded, skinny as hell and just starting to
go into puberty. I didn't know much about actual sex but thought about my dick
being hard all the time and humped my mattress at night.
My parents divorced when I was little so I visited my dad at his apartment
complex one weekend and I break a rule and head up to the pool while my dad and
his girlfriend were shopping. The pool was empty when I got there since it was
late in the day. I laid on a bench in some shorts I was wearing over my
blue/green speedos. Wearing mine with Tony at the lake was different than by
myself at a public pool, but I finally got up the courage to take the shorts off
off. I get into the pool right before some people finally show up.
There's a very skinny, nerdy looking, brown haired guy about 17 or 18. He had on
short Adidas trunks and I remember him having a lot of pimples on his face and
shoulders. Then a slightly younger blondish guy came in who was walking with
those short, hand-crutches that have cuffs around the wrists. His legs seem sort
of shorter than normal and kinda skinny but his upper body is really defined.
When they get to the pool, the blond sits on the edge and takes his shorts off
and he has on red speedos. I sort of connected to him I guess cause of the
speedos and he sort of looks like me. So I spied some looks at his dick (average
but big to me) and just swam around and did my own thing wondering if his dick
still worked or not but trying not to stare.
The nerdy one kept looking at me, and when I got out for a minute to check my
watch, I noticed he stared at me the whole time. When I got back in the pool he
swam over to talk to me. His friend just stayed on the steps in the water. I
don't remember much about what the guy said but I remember he laughed at himself
a lot and he was inside my personal space a lot. Pretty soon he'd "accidentally"
bump his leg on mine or touch my arm while he treaded water. I was a child of a
bad divorce so hiding my feelings was easy back then and I didn't react
outwardly to his touches.
It's starting to get that summer night dim and the lights were starting to come
on out in the parking lot. We're over by the steps now and I remember the nerdy
one was talking about getting boners around your friends or in group showers. I
also remember sitting on the steps near the handicapped blond guy a little
deeper in the water than him, and they both seemed very close to me and then the
nerd swam off then came back over and sat right next to me on the next step down
but he was still towering over me.
It started with a quick brush of his hand against my crotch, bumping into my
dick, and then pretty soon another bump. I kept acting like it wasn't happening
but my dick couldn't ignore the nerd's attention and it got harder and harder in
my speedo. Finally I made a noise when he gripped my stiff dick in his fingers
and he said something behind me to the blond guy but my mind was racing too fast
to notice what it was. The blond reached down and pulled me up between his legs,
saying something like "Come up here." I remember that he sounded a little bit
slow or retarded when he talked but I was so horny I didn't care about any of
it.
The nerdy guy untied the string of my trunks and reached inside and grabbed my
dick. I'd rubbed dicks with a fellow cub scout a few times before but this was
the first time someone was doing something to me and knew what they were doing.
I was scared and shivering but also in heaven. This was so much better than
getting hardons looking at underwear models in the Sears catalogs. After a few
moments the guy tugged the speedo down to expose my pubescent dick in the cool
water. I was rock hard and his other hand squeezed my recently enlarging balls
while his fingers danced with my raging boner.
Behind me I felt the handicapped guy pushing his crotch against my back. I
couldn't feel much except a mass of lumps but I could tell he was getting
harder, the water making occasional sucking noises between us as we pressed
together. Pushing my hands on his skinny knees, I moved myself up a step between
his legs and leaned back against him. His crotch was now against the small of my
back. I wanted to feel his entire body against mine but couldn't do that here.
The tip of my dick now bounced up out of the water as the other guy played with
it. I know now that I was horny out of my mind but I remember my brain being
numb and filled with a ringing buzz instead of thoughts. My life right then was
only about my stiff dick and touching and nothing else seemed to matter. I
wanted to rub against these guys but didn't know exactly what else to do. It was
very primal.
The nerdy guy stood and looked around the pool area real quick then suddenly
pulled my trunks all the way down to my ankles. I then felt him tug the string
tight as he could then tie them around my ankles. He went under the water and
then came back up but now between my legs and he said that now I could keep him
from getting away. I noticed I couldn't move my feet so he was "trapped" between
my knees now. For a few minutes the guy played and jerked my dick. It was
incredible and scary as hell. I kept wanting to move and hump against stuff but
couldn't really move. I just sat there and let them both touch me.
The blond behind me had one arm wrapped around my chest and under my arms but
the other hand was moving all over my body. Later his free hand moved to my ass
and while I was getting jacked, I felt his finger stroking and pushing on my
butthole. That freaked me out and I was afraid I would crap on his finger or
something. It was totally unknown what was going to happen but I really couldn't
move or stop them. Well, I also didn't want them to stop. Pretty soon his finger
was pushing at my hole, gentle but very persistent. Then he wiggled the tip into
my ass. It burned and I said so but he just pulled me closer and pushed more
until more of his finger wiggled into me. It felt like his hard dick was as long
as my spine. I wanted to grab it and hump my dick against his so bad but I was
just staying still.
I tried to not make any noise but my breathing was getting pretty choppy and my
shivering increased. The nerd moved closer to my face and I remember I didn't
like his breath, but I loved what he was doing to my dick. I'd never cum before
so I didn't know what was about to happen. I just remember feeling that
something was building like needing to pee and I was growing anxious in a way.
Finally something "let go" inside me and it felt like I pissed. I tried to stop
the "peeing" but the feeling quickly stopped on its own. But I still didn't
move. In fact when I did cum, my dick trying to spit out juice that wasn't there
yet, I was so scared I didn't react at all. I didn't make any noises and just
went tense. So that meant the nerdy guy didn't know it happened and just kept on
jacking.
The handicapped guy had to know because I remember him saying something in my
ear when I "peed" but I only caught "Yeah yeah do it" or maybe "shoot it" while
he wiggled inside my hole as it gripped his finger tighter. He also didn't say
anything to his friend about me cumming. So now I'm really scared and freaked
out because the feelings are about to make me scream. I finally gasp from the
nonstop jacking and now nerd-guy thinks I'm going to cum for the first time so
he jacks harder and faster to try and get me off.
So a total adolescent virgin, held between two teenage guys, just had my first
ever dry orgasm and now being forced to have another one because he thinks the
noises I'm making are out of pleasure. It was fucked up but looking back I
fucking loved it. (It was probably the base of what is now a fetish for forced
orgasms btw)
Well I did cum again like only a minute later. Well I think it was orgasm but I
just remember it being a strong intense feeling like the first one and this time
it hurt in a way and I made enough whining noises that the blond guy held my own
hand over my mouth. He also humped on my back like crazy, up and down through
his speedo. I still remember how his cock felt under the fabric and it slid and
then rubbed against my skin. I realize looking back that my second orgasm and
the noises I made from him still digging his fingertip into my ass got him off
but at the time I just felt his humping get faster, him squeezing me hard and
then slowing to a stop as he panted in my hair. When he pulled his fingertip out
of me it felt like sandpaper and hurt a lot.
Nerdy guy finally stopped jacking me and got out from between my legs. It took a
minute to untie my trunks but I got them back on and got out of the pool, but as
turned around to go up the steps I reached down and quickly grabbed the blond
guy's cock through his trunks and it seemed so thick to me.
The nerdy guy seemed nervous as I grabbed my stuff and wanted me to come back to
his family's apartment and I found out the blond guy was his half-brother. I
couldn't shake this vision of the nerd rubbing cocks with his own half-crippled
brother. Everything suddenly seemed very wrong and it felt like I was in trouble
or something. I was also getting worried my dad was already back and wondering
where I was so I said no and left. A few months later I saw the blond on
crutches one other time in the parking lot as we drove by but never saw or did
anything with them again.
I started jacking my dick instead of rubbing against things from then on and
spent years fantasizing about what would have happened if I had went back to
their place. Most of all I always kept going after cumming. I usually didn't cum
a second time right away but sometimes I did.
I only told one person ever about this until now. I still remember parts of it
very clearly while other parts seem kind of blurry. It was both scary and fun
like a roller coaster but I don't regret it or feel used by it. Fuck, I only
wished I could have done more on other visits but it never happened.
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This story contains elements which may be offensive to some people.
In 6th grade I got a pair of speedos so I could be like my best friend who just
got a hand me down pair from his older brother who was on a swim team. Because
this friend was our group's "alpha" it was now cool to have trunks like that.
Anyway so I was tall for my age, towheaded, skinny as hell and just starting to
go into puberty. I didn't know much about actual sex but thought about my dick
being hard all the time and humped my mattress at night.
My parents divorced when I was little so I visited my dad at his apartment
complex one weekend and I break a rule and head up to the pool while my dad and
his girlfriend were shopping. The pool was empty when I got there since it was
late in the day. I laid on a bench in some shorts I was wearing over my
blue/green speedos. Wearing mine with Tony at the lake was different than by
myself at a public pool, but I finally got up the courage to take the shorts off
off. I get into the pool right before some people finally show up.
There's a very skinny, nerdy looking, brown haired guy about 17 or 18. He had on
short Adidas trunks and I remember him having a lot of pimples on his face and
shoulders. Then a slightly younger blondish guy came in who was walking with
those short, hand-crutches that have cuffs around the wrists. His legs seem sort
of shorter than normal and kinda skinny but his upper body is really defined.
When they get to the pool, the blond sits on the edge and takes his shorts off
and he has on red speedos. I sort of connected to him I guess cause of the
speedos and he sort of looks like me. So I spied some looks at his dick (average
but big to me) and just swam around and did my own thing wondering if his dick
still worked or not but trying not to stare.
The nerdy one kept looking at me, and when I got out for a minute to check my
watch, I noticed he stared at me the whole time. When I got back in the pool he
swam over to talk to me. His friend just stayed on the steps in the water. I
don't remember much about what the guy said but I remember he laughed at himself
a lot and he was inside my personal space a lot. Pretty soon he'd "accidentally"
bump his leg on mine or touch my arm while he treaded water. I was a child of a
bad divorce so hiding my feelings was easy back then and I didn't react
outwardly to his touches.
It's starting to get that summer night dim and the lights were starting to come
on out in the parking lot. We're over by the steps now and I remember the nerdy
one was talking about getting boners around your friends or in group showers. I
also remember sitting on the steps near the handicapped blond guy a little
deeper in the water than him, and they both seemed very close to me and then the
nerd swam off then came back over and sat right next to me on the next step down
but he was still towering over me.
It started with a quick brush of his hand against my crotch, bumping into my
dick, and then pretty soon another bump. I kept acting like it wasn't happening
but my dick couldn't ignore the nerd's attention and it got harder and harder in
my speedo. Finally I made a noise when he gripped my stiff dick in his fingers
and he said something behind me to the blond guy but my mind was racing too fast
to notice what it was. The blond reached down and pulled me up between his legs,
saying something like "Come up here." I remember that he sounded a little bit
slow or retarded when he talked but I was so horny I didn't care about any of
it.
The nerdy guy untied the string of my trunks and reached inside and grabbed my
dick. I'd rubbed dicks with a fellow cub scout a few times before but this was
the first time someone was doing something to me and knew what they were doing.
I was scared and shivering but also in heaven. This was so much better than
getting hardons looking at underwear models in the Sears catalogs. After a few
moments the guy tugged the speedo down to expose my pubescent dick in the cool
water. I was rock hard and his other hand squeezed my recently enlarging balls
while his fingers danced with my raging boner.
Behind me I felt the handicapped guy pushing his crotch against my back. I
couldn't feel much except a mass of lumps but I could tell he was getting
harder, the water making occasional sucking noises between us as we pressed
together. Pushing my hands on his skinny knees, I moved myself up a step between
his legs and leaned back against him. His crotch was now against the small of my
back. I wanted to feel his entire body against mine but couldn't do that here.
The tip of my dick now bounced up out of the water as the other guy played with
it. I know now that I was horny out of my mind but I remember my brain being
numb and filled with a ringing buzz instead of thoughts. My life right then was
only about my stiff dick and touching and nothing else seemed to matter. I
wanted to rub against these guys but didn't know exactly what else to do. It was
very primal.
The nerdy guy stood and looked around the pool area real quick then suddenly
pulled my trunks all the way down to my ankles. I then felt him tug the string
tight as he could then tie them around my ankles. He went under the water and
then came back up but now between my legs and he said that now I could keep him
from getting away. I noticed I couldn't move my feet so he was "trapped" between
my knees now. For a few minutes the guy played and jerked my dick. It was
incredible and scary as hell. I kept wanting to move and hump against stuff but
couldn't really move. I just sat there and let them both touch me.
The blond behind me had one arm wrapped around my chest and under my arms but
the other hand was moving all over my body. Later his free hand moved to my ass
and while I was getting jacked, I felt his finger stroking and pushing on my
butthole. That freaked me out and I was afraid I would crap on his finger or
something. It was totally unknown what was going to happen but I really couldn't
move or stop them. Well, I also didn't want them to stop. Pretty soon his finger
was pushing at my hole, gentle but very persistent. Then he wiggled the tip into
my ass. It burned and I said so but he just pulled me closer and pushed more
until more of his finger wiggled into me. It felt like his hard dick was as long
as my spine. I wanted to grab it and hump my dick against his so bad but I was
just staying still.
I tried to not make any noise but my breathing was getting pretty choppy and my
shivering increased. The nerd moved closer to my face and I remember I didn't
like his breath, but I loved what he was doing to my dick. I'd never cum before
so I didn't know what was about to happen. I just remember feeling that
something was building like needing to pee and I was growing anxious in a way.
Finally something "let go" inside me and it felt like I pissed. I tried to stop
the "peeing" but the feeling quickly stopped on its own. But I still didn't
move. In fact when I did cum, my dick trying to spit out juice that wasn't there
yet, I was so scared I didn't react at all. I didn't make any noises and just
went tense. So that meant the nerdy guy didn't know it happened and just kept on
jacking.
The handicapped guy had to know because I remember him saying something in my
ear when I "peed" but I only caught "Yeah yeah do it" or maybe "shoot it" while
he wiggled inside my hole as it gripped his finger tighter. He also didn't say
anything to his friend about me cumming. So now I'm really scared and freaked
out because the feelings are about to make me scream. I finally gasp from the
nonstop jacking and now nerd-guy thinks I'm going to cum for the first time so
he jacks harder and faster to try and get me off.
So a total adolescent virgin, held between two teenage guys, just had my first
ever dry orgasm and now being forced to have another one because he thinks the
noises I'm making are out of pleasure. It was fucked up but looking back I
fucking loved it. (It was probably the base of what is now a fetish for forced
orgasms btw)
Well I did cum again like only a minute later. Well I think it was orgasm but I
just remember it being a strong intense feeling like the first one and this time
it hurt in a way and I made enough whining noises that the blond guy held my own
hand over my mouth. He also humped on my back like crazy, up and down through
his speedo. I still remember how his cock felt under the fabric and it slid and
then rubbed against my skin. I realize looking back that my second orgasm and
the noises I made from him still digging his fingertip into my ass got him off
but at the time I just felt his humping get faster, him squeezing me hard and
then slowing to a stop as he panted in my hair. When he pulled his fingertip out
of me it felt like sandpaper and hurt a lot.
Nerdy guy finally stopped jacking me and got out from between my legs. It took a
minute to untie my trunks but I got them back on and got out of the pool, but as
turned around to go up the steps I reached down and quickly grabbed the blond
guy's cock through his trunks and it seemed so thick to me.
The nerdy guy seemed nervous as I grabbed my stuff and wanted me to come back to
his family's apartment and I found out the blond guy was his half-brother. I
couldn't shake this vision of the nerd rubbing cocks with his own half-crippled
brother. Everything suddenly seemed very wrong and it felt like I was in trouble
or something. I was also getting worried my dad was already back and wondering
where I was so I said no and left. A few months later I saw the blond on
crutches one other time in the parking lot as we drove by but never saw or did
anything with them again.
I started jacking my dick instead of rubbing against things from then on and
spent years fantasizing about what would have happened if I had went back to
their place. Most of all I always kept going after cumming. I usually didn't cum
a second time right away but sometimes I did.
I only told one person ever about this until now. I still remember parts of it
very clearly while other parts seem kind of blurry. It was both scary and fun
like a roller coaster but I don't regret it or feel used by it. Fuck, I only
wished I could have done more on other visits but it never happened.
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Sunday, December 20, 2009
First Experience: Stereotype Chucky
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In Middle School I used to have an African American friend named Chucky. Chucky was a big fan of country music and didn't listen to much rap, he always told me that he
hated the stereotype that the only type of music black kids listened to was rap music. He hated getting strange looks when he would talk about country music. Although Chucky hated this stereotype there was one that he fit into; he was a black guy with a well above average sized penis. This was when we were in 8th grade, Chucky had a dick that would most likely shame every male teacher in our school. He wasn't shy about letting it be seen at the urinals and because his body type wasn't extra tall or big for his age it was more impressive to see this man sized equipment attached to his body. Once when he had a school field trip Chucky made it a point to piss right next to our teacher at the urinals, standing back as far as possible to allow the teacher a good look. I was in the restroom and got to see the teacher do a double take before trying to act like he didn't notice. Chucky had a long, fat and "circed" brown shaft with a giant pink head on the end. Truly it was the head of Chucky's penis that stood out as it was big and colored differently than the rest of his member.
One day Chucky and I were at my house and I was telling him about the teacher that did a double take and we were laughed about that. Chucky decided to show me a trick that he could do, he stood in front of me in his P.E. shorts and long t shirt. All I could hear was a faint "fap" sound. \
"Don't you hear it?" Chucky asked.
"What am I supposed to hear?"
"That's my dick!" said Chucky as he took off his shirt to reveal a trim body and a pair of P.E. shorts that obviously hid something that was jumping and moving as if it was a caged wild beast. As I strained to hear, Chucky became frustrated and pulled his shorts off. His dick long and fat with a sharp curve in the shaft was only semi erect and Chucky began to move it (without his hands). Chucky's dick would slap his leg and it sounded like someone clapping their hands very lightly but as he (hands free) moved his dick faster the sound of it slapping his leg resonated a little more. As Chucky kept doing this he stumbled a little and then his dick started dropping out semen, on his own leg and right down onto my carpet in a small puddle. A small puddle that I had to clean by the way, using nothing but paper towels because I couldn't find the other cleaning tools.
In Middle School I used to have an African American friend named Chucky. Chucky was a big fan of country music and didn't listen to much rap, he always told me that he
hated the stereotype that the only type of music black kids listened to was rap music. He hated getting strange looks when he would talk about country music. Although Chucky hated this stereotype there was one that he fit into; he was a black guy with a well above average sized penis. This was when we were in 8th grade, Chucky had a dick that would most likely shame every male teacher in our school. He wasn't shy about letting it be seen at the urinals and because his body type wasn't extra tall or big for his age it was more impressive to see this man sized equipment attached to his body. Once when he had a school field trip Chucky made it a point to piss right next to our teacher at the urinals, standing back as far as possible to allow the teacher a good look. I was in the restroom and got to see the teacher do a double take before trying to act like he didn't notice. Chucky had a long, fat and "circed" brown shaft with a giant pink head on the end. Truly it was the head of Chucky's penis that stood out as it was big and colored differently than the rest of his member.
One day Chucky and I were at my house and I was telling him about the teacher that did a double take and we were laughed about that. Chucky decided to show me a trick that he could do, he stood in front of me in his P.E. shorts and long t shirt. All I could hear was a faint "fap" sound. \
"Don't you hear it?" Chucky asked.
"What am I supposed to hear?"
"That's my dick!" said Chucky as he took off his shirt to reveal a trim body and a pair of P.E. shorts that obviously hid something that was jumping and moving as if it was a caged wild beast. As I strained to hear, Chucky became frustrated and pulled his shorts off. His dick long and fat with a sharp curve in the shaft was only semi erect and Chucky began to move it (without his hands). Chucky's dick would slap his leg and it sounded like someone clapping their hands very lightly but as he (hands free) moved his dick faster the sound of it slapping his leg resonated a little more. As Chucky kept doing this he stumbled a little and then his dick started dropping out semen, on his own leg and right down onto my carpet in a small puddle. A small puddle that I had to clean by the way, using nothing but paper towels because I couldn't find the other cleaning tools.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Guidelines coming soon...
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Essentially I think that every adult journal site like this needs a set of guidelines to keep topics from going over the line. The difficult part is that the line is different for everyone and as for this blog, I want things to remain as nonrestrictive as possible. I think that is important if you want to compile and honest collection of sexual experiences. I don't know which stories are completely true or not true but I do know based on my own experiences that anything is possible, so I am never quick to discount a story that I come across here or elsewhere.
First experiences with sexuality are interesting because sexuality is a lifelong aspect of our lives and that being said many of these experiences happen when we are young but they also happen throughout our lives. I would welcome stories about first time experiences from young and old perspectives. First time experiences our so much broader than a single event and so while this topic is focused it can also be very comprehensive with a little imagination.
My official guidelines/rules will be coming soon but don't worry this will still be a place where censorship is kept to a minimum. I just plan on offering some common sense guidelines that most people should find considerably reasonable, liberal and fair.
As always please take the time to submit a story. Sometimes the submissions get posted almost immediately and other times you may have to wait to see your submission; it all depends on how busy I am, Thanks for reading. Submit A Story
Essentially I think that every adult journal site like this needs a set of guidelines to keep topics from going over the line. The difficult part is that the line is different for everyone and as for this blog, I want things to remain as nonrestrictive as possible. I think that is important if you want to compile and honest collection of sexual experiences. I don't know which stories are completely true or not true but I do know based on my own experiences that anything is possible, so I am never quick to discount a story that I come across here or elsewhere.
First experiences with sexuality are interesting because sexuality is a lifelong aspect of our lives and that being said many of these experiences happen when we are young but they also happen throughout our lives. I would welcome stories about first time experiences from young and old perspectives. First time experiences our so much broader than a single event and so while this topic is focused it can also be very comprehensive with a little imagination.
My official guidelines/rules will be coming soon but don't worry this will still be a place where censorship is kept to a minimum. I just plan on offering some common sense guidelines that most people should find considerably reasonable, liberal and fair.
As always please take the time to submit a story. Sometimes the submissions get posted almost immediately and other times you may have to wait to see your submission; it all depends on how busy I am, Thanks for reading. Submit A Story
Thursday, December 17, 2009
First Experience: One Summer Evening
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I suppose I was about 15 when on a summer day my buddy Ron called and asked me to spend the day and sleep over. I knew Ron from school and church, so my parents approved the request right away. Ron and his Dad were soon at the door, so I grabbed my toothbrush and pajamas, and I was off. Ron was an only child and had the run of the second floor of his parents’ rambling old farmhouse – they had a master bedroom suite on the first floor. What luxury in my eyes, especially for a kid who was crammed into a tiny bedroom shared with three other brothers.
Ron and I spent the afternoon kicking around the woods and fields around his house, and then exploring the old barns and sheds. We were good kids, but all boy. We had a great afternoon together. By late afternoon we were called to supper and told to wash our hands and get to the table. His Dad offered grace and we shared a generous and delicious supper, prepared by his Mom. After dinner we were sent up to his bedroom for the evening, where we occupied our time with his comic books, 45 rpm records and motorized slot car track.
At some point late in the evening, his Dad came up to see if we were getting ready for bed. He insisted that, because of our day spent rambling about the property, a bath was required for each of us. We put our stuff away and I grabbed my pajamas and toothbrush and headed off to Ron’s bathroom. The curiosity was…, Ron was right behind me. Well, it wasn’t what I expected, but hey – all the boys showered together three times a week at school following every PE class, and in those days swimming at the YMCA was in the nude, so I figured ”what the heck.” Of course, the first thing I needed to do was take a piss. Between years in the Boy Scouts and close quarters with three brothers, I wasn’t exactly shy about it, but I also wasn’t exactly prepared for what happened next.
The bathroom was large and old, with a toilet and pedestal sink on one side and an old claw-footed tub on the other – no shower. There was a huge old window right next to the toilet, but this was out in the country, so matters of “privacy” were pretty much ignored.
Ron went to the sink and started brushing his teeth, and I stood at the toilet and took a much needed leak. Rather than casually ignoring what I was doing and sticking to his dental business, Ron leaned over and gave my pissing dick a close visual examination, even chuckling about my last little squirts to empty my bladder. Now this was quite a new experience for me, and although his careful examination made me uncomfortable, it was hardly an emotionally scarring event.
I finished up my business and went to the sink to wash my hands and brush my teeth. Ron started to draw a bath and offered me first dibs on the tub – no, he didn’t suggest we bathe together! As the tub was filling I realized that I really needed to take a dump, and it didn’t look like I was going to get any real privacy, so I stripped for the bath and positioned myself comfortably on the toilet. I was curious to see if Ron was going to stick around for this event.
Well, I soon had my answer. Ron positioned himself on the edge of the tub right across from the toilet, and proceeded to furtively inspect my package as I sat there otherwise occupied. So, figuring what the heck, I leaned back, opened my knees and gave him an unobstructed view. We sat there “casually” chatting until I finished my business and headed off to the tub, already drawn and at a perfect temperature.
As I was nearing the end of my ablutions, Ron stripped off his clothes and prepared himself for his bath. He started looking out the window and began describing the young lady who lived in the small ranch house barely visible from the bathroom window. As he described her, he decided to stand right in front of the window – stark naked – and invoke her name, inviting her to get an eye full. I suppose if he called her on the phone and if she had a good telescope…well, whatever.
The next thing I knew, all of this prancing about and “daring” the gal next door bore some unexpected consequences. Ron’s penis definitely began to enlarge; and I was sitting nude in the tub wondering exactly what I was doing there. Nevertheless, not one to leave a sudden opportunity unaddressed, I pointed to Ron’s semi-hard penis and asked him if he was “going to do anything about that.” “Such as?,” he asked. “Well,” I answered, “I think it’s called ‘spanking the monkey.’”
This was the 1960s, and most of the time, teenage boys had a very difficult time with issues associated with masturbation, such as wondering if you’re the only one who’s figured it out, and if what you’re doing is morally right, and perhaps most importantly, will you really go blind? (And the old answer: Well, I’m going to at least keep doing it until I need to wear glasses.) There were always comments and jokes about it, but you really were embarrassed about doing it…and doing it…and doing it (and that’s just one day). So this was really a very forward question, especially between two conservatively raised church boys in the days long before the internet and easy access to pictures and answers.
So Ron looked me in the eye, grabbed his dick, and started jacking. I was, well, shocked! He sat down on the toilet, looked out the window, yelled “Joyce, this is for you,” and squirted semen all over his chest and stomach. I have to say, this was quite an unexpected event. I grabbed my towel and exited the tub, exclaiming “Ron, at this point, I know you need this bath more than I.”
Life went on for the two of us, and we continue to see each other from time to time at class reunions. The events of that unique summer evening, however, have never been mentioned.
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I suppose I was about 15 when on a summer day my buddy Ron called and asked me to spend the day and sleep over. I knew Ron from school and church, so my parents approved the request right away. Ron and his Dad were soon at the door, so I grabbed my toothbrush and pajamas, and I was off. Ron was an only child and had the run of the second floor of his parents’ rambling old farmhouse – they had a master bedroom suite on the first floor. What luxury in my eyes, especially for a kid who was crammed into a tiny bedroom shared with three other brothers.
Ron and I spent the afternoon kicking around the woods and fields around his house, and then exploring the old barns and sheds. We were good kids, but all boy. We had a great afternoon together. By late afternoon we were called to supper and told to wash our hands and get to the table. His Dad offered grace and we shared a generous and delicious supper, prepared by his Mom. After dinner we were sent up to his bedroom for the evening, where we occupied our time with his comic books, 45 rpm records and motorized slot car track.
At some point late in the evening, his Dad came up to see if we were getting ready for bed. He insisted that, because of our day spent rambling about the property, a bath was required for each of us. We put our stuff away and I grabbed my pajamas and toothbrush and headed off to Ron’s bathroom. The curiosity was…, Ron was right behind me. Well, it wasn’t what I expected, but hey – all the boys showered together three times a week at school following every PE class, and in those days swimming at the YMCA was in the nude, so I figured ”what the heck.” Of course, the first thing I needed to do was take a piss. Between years in the Boy Scouts and close quarters with three brothers, I wasn’t exactly shy about it, but I also wasn’t exactly prepared for what happened next.
The bathroom was large and old, with a toilet and pedestal sink on one side and an old claw-footed tub on the other – no shower. There was a huge old window right next to the toilet, but this was out in the country, so matters of “privacy” were pretty much ignored.
Ron went to the sink and started brushing his teeth, and I stood at the toilet and took a much needed leak. Rather than casually ignoring what I was doing and sticking to his dental business, Ron leaned over and gave my pissing dick a close visual examination, even chuckling about my last little squirts to empty my bladder. Now this was quite a new experience for me, and although his careful examination made me uncomfortable, it was hardly an emotionally scarring event.
I finished up my business and went to the sink to wash my hands and brush my teeth. Ron started to draw a bath and offered me first dibs on the tub – no, he didn’t suggest we bathe together! As the tub was filling I realized that I really needed to take a dump, and it didn’t look like I was going to get any real privacy, so I stripped for the bath and positioned myself comfortably on the toilet. I was curious to see if Ron was going to stick around for this event.
Well, I soon had my answer. Ron positioned himself on the edge of the tub right across from the toilet, and proceeded to furtively inspect my package as I sat there otherwise occupied. So, figuring what the heck, I leaned back, opened my knees and gave him an unobstructed view. We sat there “casually” chatting until I finished my business and headed off to the tub, already drawn and at a perfect temperature.
As I was nearing the end of my ablutions, Ron stripped off his clothes and prepared himself for his bath. He started looking out the window and began describing the young lady who lived in the small ranch house barely visible from the bathroom window. As he described her, he decided to stand right in front of the window – stark naked – and invoke her name, inviting her to get an eye full. I suppose if he called her on the phone and if she had a good telescope…well, whatever.
The next thing I knew, all of this prancing about and “daring” the gal next door bore some unexpected consequences. Ron’s penis definitely began to enlarge; and I was sitting nude in the tub wondering exactly what I was doing there. Nevertheless, not one to leave a sudden opportunity unaddressed, I pointed to Ron’s semi-hard penis and asked him if he was “going to do anything about that.” “Such as?,” he asked. “Well,” I answered, “I think it’s called ‘spanking the monkey.’”
This was the 1960s, and most of the time, teenage boys had a very difficult time with issues associated with masturbation, such as wondering if you’re the only one who’s figured it out, and if what you’re doing is morally right, and perhaps most importantly, will you really go blind? (And the old answer: Well, I’m going to at least keep doing it until I need to wear glasses.) There were always comments and jokes about it, but you really were embarrassed about doing it…and doing it…and doing it (and that’s just one day). So this was really a very forward question, especially between two conservatively raised church boys in the days long before the internet and easy access to pictures and answers.
So Ron looked me in the eye, grabbed his dick, and started jacking. I was, well, shocked! He sat down on the toilet, looked out the window, yelled “Joyce, this is for you,” and squirted semen all over his chest and stomach. I have to say, this was quite an unexpected event. I grabbed my towel and exited the tub, exclaiming “Ron, at this point, I know you need this bath more than I.”
Life went on for the two of us, and we continue to see each other from time to time at class reunions. The events of that unique summer evening, however, have never been mentioned.
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
First Experience: Camping
A new design direction should be completed sometime early next year. This season will be very busy for me as it may also be for you. Please continue to submit your stories using the link you will find at the bottom of this story. Exciting things will be happening as we move into 2010 and I would like you to be a part of it by submitting a story now. Also please take the time to rate this story you will find a ratings system at the bottom of this story.
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My family went camping on our vacations. The summer I was 12 I met a very unusual boy, His name was Sonny and he was 11. The first time I saw him I thought he was a girl because he had long blond hair and a very pretty face, I found him fascinating yet I didn't know why. After a couple of days of hanging out together he invited me to spend the night with him. My mom insisted I take a shower before I went, so Sonny went with me to the camp ground showers. He followed me into the shower but didn't shower, he just watched me. I felt uncomfortable with Sonny watching me completely nude. So I took a very fast shower dressed in my pajamas and we left for his camp. His family camped in tents and Sonny shared one with his little brother Bailey. That night Bailey was sleeping with the mom and dad so we had the tent to just us. Sonny always wore cut off jean shorts and best I could tell no underwear. When we got in the tent he slid off the jeans and was totally naked. He then said I should take off my pajamas and sleep naked too. Being an obedient guest I did. We laid down and then Sonny said we had to be quiet when we fooled around I didn't know what he really meant until he reached over and touched my penis. He told me to do him, so I reached over and grabbed his penis. I did everything he did and we both got hard erections. He came first and his orgasm was dry, of course he stopped stroking my penis during his orgasm. But when he was done he had me lay back and he gave me a really good hand job. In the morning his little brother came into the tent and when he saw we were both naked he took off his pajamas but Sonny warned me that Bailey was too young and we weren't allowed to fool around with him.
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My family went camping on our vacations. The summer I was 12 I met a very unusual boy, His name was Sonny and he was 11. The first time I saw him I thought he was a girl because he had long blond hair and a very pretty face, I found him fascinating yet I didn't know why. After a couple of days of hanging out together he invited me to spend the night with him. My mom insisted I take a shower before I went, so Sonny went with me to the camp ground showers. He followed me into the shower but didn't shower, he just watched me. I felt uncomfortable with Sonny watching me completely nude. So I took a very fast shower dressed in my pajamas and we left for his camp. His family camped in tents and Sonny shared one with his little brother Bailey. That night Bailey was sleeping with the mom and dad so we had the tent to just us. Sonny always wore cut off jean shorts and best I could tell no underwear. When we got in the tent he slid off the jeans and was totally naked. He then said I should take off my pajamas and sleep naked too. Being an obedient guest I did. We laid down and then Sonny said we had to be quiet when we fooled around I didn't know what he really meant until he reached over and touched my penis. He told me to do him, so I reached over and grabbed his penis. I did everything he did and we both got hard erections. He came first and his orgasm was dry, of course he stopped stroking my penis during his orgasm. But when he was done he had me lay back and he gave me a really good hand job. In the morning his little brother came into the tent and when he saw we were both naked he took off his pajamas but Sonny warned me that Bailey was too young and we weren't allowed to fool around with him.
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