Thursday, June 22, 2017

Adventures on the Moon - Discovery Mission

I really do think that I grew up as a kid in a time that being a kid was much more fun than it is today. We used to take our bikes for miles and miles and miles. My parents woulda been shocked if they knew where we ended up sometimes. An ever-ready scout, my map and my compass handily helped us out more than once when we got our idiot selves lost!

And oh yeah...the classic summer apparel was a t-shirt and cut-off blue jeans. Those cut-offs were usually from a pair of jeans that you had outgrown so just about all of us innocently revealed the developing bits inside our shorts. Even though we were just 13 years old, our emerging male development was already bulging in front with our round little butts pushing out the backside. I bet we all looked pretty sexy. And, we'd cut the legs super-short, too.)  Any time one of us relaxed on a rock or knelt down, the accidental appearance of tighty-whities was inevitable.However nobody ever really said much about it because it was such a common occurrence.

I was a young teenager in the early 1970’s, and in many ways I think it was a much better time to be a kid than it is today. With only three television stations and no Internet, social media, or video games, there wasn’t all that much to do inside the house. Consequently, during the summer we spent almost all of our time outside having fun with our friends. It was also a much more trusting time. We didn’t worry that every stranger might be a pervert waiting for an opportunity to molest us, and our parents didn’t worry that we might be kidnapped or shot if we try to leave the yard.
Particularly for us boys, our bicycles were our one true freedom. There were many days where with one friend or a group of friends we would leave the neighborhood on our bikes at 9 AM and not return home until supper time. We had our bikes equipped with wire metal baskets that hung down on both sides of the rear wheel. We would load these baskets with needed supplies for our explorations, and I always took along a detailed map and my Boy Scout compass which both came in handy more times than I would like to admit. On top of the baskets we could strap a cooler with sandwiches and cans of pop chilled in ice.

With that background, I thought I would share with your readers one of the very special and exciting areas my best friend and I used to go to on our summertime day-long biking explorations.
We discovered a path or a trail that took us down through a lot of overgrowth to the edge of the river that flowed through our town. This path was a few miles well outside of town. There were absolutely no houses around, and this path was much too narrow for a car to travel. Toward the end of this trail we discovered what looked to us like a giant “meteor crater”. It was round, probably 75 to 100 yards in diameter, and the rim of the crater was a ridge rising maybe 20 feet above the path (and then dropping 15 feet into the center of the crater). This was probably some form of water overflowed basin, but in our young minds we were absolutely certain we had discovered a prehistoric meteor crater. We studied our encyclopedias and Time magazine about Space and imagined how some galactic phenomenon from another galaxy had surely made this impression, and it was us who had claim of discovery. We told no one until we had the entire depression mapped and each characteristic rock formation was named. There was Pine knob, Glass cove, and The Fiery Forest, which was named after a lone tree in the clearing that had probably burned due to lightning strike. The fiery forest was well seeded by our young sperm, as it held many tempting shady spots for us to cool down from our long journey, and have a nice slow wank.

I need to mention that this friend and I were also very active waking buddies. Usually under the covers during sleep-overs we jerked our gherkins to a drizzle of pleasure. Often comparing how much oozed out,  or who had more hairs down there. So back to the crater, once we realized this was absolutely in the middle of nowhere, with no other people or cars ever to be seen we both concluded this was a terrific private outdoor spot for us to pull down our shorts and jerk off together. It took us about 30 minutes to bike to this location, but it soon became a favorite destination for us, and our private activities soon became more and more daring. Not to mention the devilment  enhanced our sexual enjoyment as that summer went on. We both agreed that we loved the feeling of the warm sun and summer breeze against our genitals and our small patches of pubic hair lifted a new sensation as the air freely caressed our endorphins to tempt new discoveries. We came to realize it was quite safe for us to strip completely naked (except for our socks and sneakers) then perhaps spend as much as an hour exploring this crater completely in the nude. (Looking back, it is a good thing neither of us got sunburn on our dicks! That would have been really hard to explain.) We began bringing a big beach towel with us so we could start doing some extremely enjoyable 69 activity outside, completely naked, in the warm summer sun.
I miss those exciting boyhood journeys, and I don’t think boys of today are doing much of anything as exciting as we were, back so long ago. It was as if we were space pioneers on a journey that no one had ever dared to explore, especially nude like us. Everyone knew Astronauts wore special suits, and here we went boldly going as "No boy" had gone before.... in just the suit we were born in.

 As I get time, I'll send in some more stories of the Moon Crater if the readers like it.

Thanks if it gets posted.
Ziggy

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

What are Friends For

In the age and place I grew up (USA), virtually all boys were circumcised, including me. But I guess as a very young boy I never realized that the tip or head on my penis actually had such an unusual shape to it. That was until age 11 when me and my best friend started daring each other to pull down our pants and flash our dicks at each other for a quick peek. That clearly forbidden activity did not take long before they’d get erect and we’d be flashing our stiff little penises at each other. And then, somehow we decided we should try grabbing hold of each other’s boner, like they were intentionally placed handles on our bodies.

I think it was in seeing, touching, and examining my friend’s erect little penis that I discovered the head of his penis was far from shaped like a round ball with a hole in it. I discovered that the head of his penis was substantially bigger-looking on the top side than it was on the bottom side, and the piss hole definitely was not coming out of a place where there was equal parts below it and above it. Then I took a very good look at my own penis and discovered mine was shaped pretty much just like his was.

That began a time of more intense private and personal discovery.  In the privacy of my room I discovered that the bottom of my penis head looked like it came together from both sides, and right in the middle it looked sort of like the scar I had on my arm from when I was 7 years old. This was when I first noticed that touching myself along this sort of scar by touching it there I could MAKE it get stiff! (I had never before realized that not only did my penis sometimes get stiff all by itself, but I could actually touch it in special places and ways where I could now make it get stiff if I wanted to.)

Washing it in the bathtub shortly after that, I rubbed along that special area and, sure enough, up it went. But, YEOW! Those areas seemed a lot more delicate and sensitive!

The next time me and my friend decided to play with our dicks together, I tried touching these same special areas on his penis. And, I got the same responses. When I rubbed his shaft right behind the head he told me it felt nice or that it tickled. But when I rubbed the head hard and fast he pulled away and told me that it was way too sensitive to touch those spots like that.

Neither of us yet knew anything about orgasms or ejaculating. But technically it appears we had unknowingly discovered masturbation – how to make amazing and wonderful feelings come about by touching our penises in very special places and ways.

As it turned out, I was the first one to shockingly experience my first climax and squirt. It happened because one day, several months after all this experimentation began, I just kept rubbing and rubbing those special areas and the more I rubbed the better it felt. And then, that special uncontrollable intense feeling came over me for the very first time.  I didn’t know what it was or if it was dangerous to do it, so I didn’t tell my friend about it for more than a month. Then one day, I had probably masturbated and climaxed 30 or more times by then,

I told him I had something very special and secret to show him. Amazingly he suggested a sleep-over, which served as the perfect event for his initiation. That night, by my hand, he had his very first orgasm too.

Anonymous

Sunday, June 11, 2017

So Many Socks

I lived in a mobile home where I raised my nephew when this story took place. He was about 13 at the time.

His bedroom was right next to my bedroom, so often I could hear what he was doing in bed by the sounds of his bed moving. One day, I was gathering up the laundry in his room when I looked down and saw a sock just under his bed. I got down on my knees to retrieve the sole sock, but also looked under his bed to find lots of his socks. I started to pull them all out from under his bed.  The slightest inspection was obvious, most of his socks were stuck together. On a whim,  I looked at them closer, yup dried cum.

Just as I began throwing his socks into the basket he walked into the room. He said, "Uncle Jim,  I can explain about the socks being under my bed."

I turned around and said,  "There is nothing to explain, they're just dirty socks." I continue to throw them into the basket.

As I was walking by him, he said,
 "Uncle Jim, I'll just put my dirty socks in the laundry basket from now on.
I rubbed his head and said  "Thank you."

Farm Boy

Friday, June 2, 2017

How A Boy Chooses the Best Camp

Where I live, school was out last Friday. Summer has begun for all the kids. And summer means camps. I grew up in this town and I remember the camps. If a guy worked it right, he might attend several camps in one summer. Back then the Baptists had a camp, as well as the Catholics, the Optimists, the YMCA and others. Some of my most profound memories are centered on those camps.

One really great summer I made friends with a guy who introduced me to mutual jacking. This was at "Camp X" (not going to print the real name). I had been getting my nuts off by myself for about a year, but this guy helped me over the hump into buddy jerking. He was the first friend to touch my junk and to let me touch his. I would get incredible stiffies while he tickled me. As a measure of how strongly he aroused me, the first time we jacked off together I was so horny that I was still erect afterwards. I went off and shot my stuff a second time just minutes after the two of us finished each other.

There were lots of places to hide in the bushes at "Camp X." My new friend liked for me to get completely naked and lay down on the ground. Then he tickled and touched and worked on my entire body. Finally he zeroed in on my dick and balls and manipulated me very slowly until my spunk erupted in an explosive fountain. After I came he would take care of himself or ask me to do it for him. He would need only a few strokes before shooting his load.

We made a deal to meet a couple weeks later at "Camp Z" but there was too much supervision to have much fun. However, we found each other the next two summers at "Camp X" again and spent a lot of time doing wonderful things with each other, things that always culminated in the twin ejaculations of deep friendship.

I hope the latest generation of campers have a great time amusing and amazing one another.

Anonymous Camper

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Your Turn

Our family was eating at a fast-food place along with some people that my parents knew. I was 11 or 12. The other people had a boy a year or two older than me. He seemed very cool. I felt like I was big stuff for hanging with the older dude, because I usually kept away from bigger guys. I sat next to him, ordered what he did, joked with him, really felt big.

He told his parents he was going to the restroom. Right away I said I would go with him. What I expected was a restroom with stalls and privacy. I also thought we would both go to urinals and piss. Well, it was a room without stalls. Toilet, urinal and lavatory all in the open. You could lock the outside door but there was no privacy inside.

He unfastens his pants and plops his butt down on the toilet seat. With both hands he makes a kind of tent over his junk to hide it. He just sits there for a minute. Then he kind of whispers "Hey, look." Look at what? For a split second he removes his hands. Holy shit. He has got a bunch of hair. Plus his dick is big and sticking way up. Then he hides everything with his hands again.

I felt like I had just received the most wonderful gift ever. That big boy liked me enough to let me see his peter! For all I knew, that must be a secret sign of friendship among older boys. I kept glancing toward his crotch in hopes of getting another look. Now he is rubbing his dick with one hand and halfway hiding it with the other. After a minute or so he stood up and reached down for his underwear and pants. His dick was still sticking out. He fixed his underwear around his dick. Then he said to me that it was my turn.

There was no doubt what he meant. I backed up to the toilet and dropped my pants, revealing my little weenie as I sat. I tried to hide it like the other guy had hidden his, but I didn't really want to hide it. I wanted him to see every little inch of it.

I suppose my weenie got hard. Really don't remember that part. The important thing for me was knowing that the other guy was seeing me like I saw him. Almost immediately he said "Nice." Then after a brief moment of him still staring at my peter, he said that we better get back to the table.

That was all that ever happened with that guy, but later after I found out how to jack off, I would sometimes pretend that we were looking at each other while I stroked my little stiffie.

Anonymous

Thursday, May 25, 2017

The Feather Feelies

Sudden memory from my childhood:

 I was fortunate to have a very good friend at the years of about 10 to 12. He had a big plastic above-ground swimming pool in his back yard. If his mother was home, we wore bathing suits to swim. But if she was gone and only his dad was watching us, we would ask him if we could skinny-dip. He would let us do it as long as nobody else was around.

So we got used to seeing each other naked. After we skinny-dipped we would sometimes stay bare for a while in his room, playing and talking and also feeling our tight little balls but not messing around with each other.

One day we're in his room after swimming bare, he showed me a huge feather he had bought at an amusement park. He laid on his bed and then started to tickle his crotch with the feather. He said it feels real funny and gives him goose-bumps "down there." I had to try it too, and right away we both had stiffies, only we just didn't know what to do with them.

That was my first initiation to making my balls and peter feel good. We began "trading places" as we called it, meaning one of us would use the feather to tickle the other guy's junk. After a few minutes of arousing each other's little peters with the feather we would compare our stiffies and give each other a bunch of squeezes and snicker about what we were doing. But we had no idea that there might be another way to play with our dicks, so after a few minutes we got dressed and found other things to do.

I think if we'd had just one more summer together, then we would have learned how to "really" make ourselves feel good. But my parents divorced and I had to move away before my friend and I made the big leap.

When I think about our tickling feather arousing my immature dick, I get a little tingle in my private parts even now.

Anonymous

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Club Car Cutie (Photo only)

This story has been removed. It was reported as plagiarism by one of our readers. I don't mind reprinting photos found on the web. However I feel a published story carries a measure of copyright entitlement. I like to think other bloggers would respect our works just the same. 

You all may enjoy the picture as that's all that remains.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Drunk Undie Buddies

This is not something of which to be proud of but here goes. Because it was funny thing, but it got us to thinking about dicks. The event is not really doing sexy stuff like many of the stories here describe, but I sure got a look at this dude's Junk one time.

At about 14 the only thing me and this other kid could think about was finding a way to get drunk.  I guess we thought it was a big thing to do and we had never done it yet. We dared each other, then he stole a six pack off his old man. We hid out in the garage and we each chugged one, him a can, me a can. I got sick at my stomach real bad but did not throw up, I just got the belly ache. The other guy he chugs one more and in a little while goes like stumbling a round. I tried to get up then I'm falling down every which way. He thinks it is funny and laughs his ass off. I laugh a little too, but upset with my belly-ache.

He goes and chugs number three. I guess that topped his bladder, so he goes "I got to piss". Right out loud in the back yard yelling and laying on the dirt trying to get up, and every time he just falls down yelling God! I got to piss. He works and yanks at his zipper..... it won't come down. I got to laughing so hard and couldn't quit. He says f--- it and just pulls down his whole pants and shorts. He's tryin' to piss.... only can't stand up. I can see his whole junk, tryin' to stand up then falls down on his ass. Then the finally spray launches, he goes piss all over the place. Laying on his back and pissing three cans of beer everywhere. He's not even holding it, he covers his body and it goes all over his clothes.

 All the time I'm looking straight at him pissing and his whole junk is naked just right there. When his sprinkler goes dry,  I pull him in the garage. Then I go in the house to get his dry under wear,  which I had to pull onto his dunk ass. After that day we were both sick a while. We quit talking any more about wanting to get drunk. However we got a new hobby, we sort of started to jerk our dicks together.  I guess it's because of me putting his under wear on him when he was all wet from pissin' himself. That day I had to touch his pisser, which somehow made us bigger friends with each other. Wanking off sure was a lit less risky than drinking Beer at our age, plus there was no side effects, only good feelings after shooting our young horny loads.

Anonymous