Saturday, November 17, 2018

"You can touch mine."

 I had a similar experience to the writer in this story, but I was 14 at the time and had been jacking off and squirting for about a year.

 My parents had some friends come to visit us for the weekend. They had a 12 year old son. He was small for his age but cute as hell with ash blonde hair and a nice tan. Our parents went out for the evening leaving the two us on our own. We made popcorn and watched a Spiderman video.

 When it was over we began to wrestle and we both got boners. He noticed I was hard and asked if he could see it. So being the horny teenager that I was, I pulled down my pants and underwear and let him have a good look. "Wow, yours is big and you've got hair!" he exclaimed. "Want to see mine?" Before I had a chance to answer, he yanked his pants and underwear down to his knees. His stiff little dick was lots smaller than mind and there was no sign of pubic hair. "Can I touch it?" he asked. "You can touch mine." So the two of us sat on the floor feeling each other up. It felt wonderful. I showed how to stroke mine while I played with his. Suddenly I felt that wonderful feeling and I squirted my load all over my groin and his hand. "Ew!" was all he said. "You make a lot more than my cousin."

 The little bugger had set me up. He knew all along about jacking-off, having done it with his older cousin for the past few months. Despite my upset, I ended up jacking him off to a lovely dry cum. It wasn't his first but he enjoyed it saying I did it better than his cousin. We did it to each other once more that weekend. Unfortunately, that was the last time I saw him.


Thursday, November 15, 2018

Besties in the Balcony Back Row

 This Anon author introduced the option for us to share this on the BS Blog or here. I feel it is valid here since he is sharing a story with his very direct feelings on the events from his past. I would entertain a few opinions on your assessment.

 My relationship with guys got turned up a notch in the restroom of a movie theater. I was 14 and horny. I went to the restroom for the specific purpose of jacking off. It was a Thursday night which the theater called Student night. Kids and college students could get in for 50 cents and watch old "G" and "PG" features.

 While I was in the restroom a guy came in. Somehow, over a period of several minutes, the two of us started playing kind of coy and got careless about hiding our erect dicks. I didn't know him from my school, although he looked High School age. So I was guessing he might be just starting college.

 Actually the college was a small and conservative church-run school. Some of the boys were studying to be preachers. The students were religious and moral and “nice.” So what this guy and I were doing was quite surprising.

 I guess he got tired of just standing at a urinal. He put his dick away and started for the door. On
the way out of the restroom he whispered, “Back row of the balcony.”

 Should I? Or shouldn’t I? You know the answer. I’d never had a sexual “date” with another guy although I did have some mutual jacking experience from church camp. This possible college guy looked completely “safe.” I let him get a head start and then followed.

 When he saw me climbing the steps past the empty rows of balcony seats he gave me a little wave and patted the seat right next to him. Almost immediately we pulled out our boners and took turns examining and playing with each other. I was seriously stiff as a result. My unknown friend began pumping me, moving slow and taking his time. He brought me almost to the sensation of a climax approaching, when I decided I should return the favor. I leaned against the armrest and began jacking him.

 Within seconds he spread his knees, pulled his feet under his seat and slid forward. “Coming!” he
whispered urgently. “I’m coming!”

 He did exactly that, blasting a big load onto the back of the seat ahead of him. I started banging my own pecker. “I’ll do you,” he said, reaching over to pump me even though he’d already shot.

 The result of this chance meeting was that we both had the pleasure of getting our nuts off with a companion. And it became a regular habit, mutually seeking relief in the dark balcony. Sometimes we dropped our pants so we could do a more thorough job of tickling and arousing each other.

 I was there watching for him the next Thursday, and he was there watching for me. It was a relief
to see him because I was afraid it had been just a fluke happening. His name was Jeff. He was real nice to me.

 I never never picked up the slightest hint of danger or abuse. We were simply two guys on the same frequency. After we shot our loads Jeff would go downstairs to get popcorn and cokes for us and we sat together watching the movie. Sometimes he’d take me for ice cream after the show.

 We were jacking pals all the rest of that year. If somebody was hanging out in the balcony we’d find another place to fire our loads. Whenever we parted Jeff would say “See you next week, stud.”

 I remember Jeff very fondly. I have said before on here that I disliked grown men. But the age difference between Jeff and me (five or six years) was completely meaningless. He was just another horny guy.

Faithful Reader Choosing to Remain Anonymous

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Bus Pissing

 Bus number 56 was the "Holy bus" that I rode home in through 8th grade. No kidding, only you should spell it as "holey" instead of "holy." About 3/4 of the way back there was a hole in the floor where a bolt was missing. It was between rows of seats on the right-hand side of the bus. We would keep the girls away and some of the boys would get on the floor and try to piss right into the hole.It was about 1/2 inch of a hole.

 The bus was real bumpy there would be piss running along the floor all the way to the front steps and also back to the rear. Some boys let their dick show to anybody looking,  but others that were shy told everybody to keep away. One day a boy brought a funnel in his book bag. After that all the piss went through the funnel and into the hole. We said the holy bus was pissing, if anyone following us might see the trickling stream.

  Some of the big boys would not do it. I guess they felt too old. They would pick a little boy to piss for them and tell him to get his dick ready and wait his turn with his dick hanging out. I think the driver knew what we were doing but he never said anything.


Tuesday, November 13, 2018

G,B or T at Eight?

So here is a question for you guys. I will hold my opinion until some folks have weighed-in. But please help-out this author/reader with a reply.

  My friend's son is 8 and everybody thinks that he is gay. I mean he acts and behaves in the stereotypical "gay" ways as far as his mannerisms, but again he is only 8 so how can we know who he will be attracted to at 18.

  His mother has already told him that she will love him whether he is gay or straight but by introducing this concept to him it could be a bit confusing for an 8 year old. Also it is heavily implied that he is gay by many of the adults in his life and I wonder if he will have pressure on him to conform to that standard.

 What if he isn't gay but just happens to not be the average rough and tumble 8 year old boy. I highly doubt he thinks about other boys in any type of sexual way. I'm saying this because I happen to know him and he is more interested in Fortnight and Lego than he is in his mom's social justice warrior bullcrap.

 I suppose it could be worse though, his parents could think he was transgender.


Sunday, November 11, 2018

An Embarrassing First Shot

I've had occasional requests from a few readers suggesting posts here without a related photo. So here is a post without one. Let us know how you feel about this format, but don't forget to comment on this author's story too.

 My very first cum was very embarrassing. It happened back in 1980 when I was 12 ½.  I knew very little about puberty and nothing about masturbating or ejaculating.

 I was excited that my cousin’s family was coming to visit and my cousin, almost exactly a year younger than me, was going to be staying with me in my room. When night-time came and we were going to bed and changing into our pajamas he said to me, “Wanna see my dick? I’m starting to grow hair around it!” I said, “sure!”, And he quickly pulled off his underpants and showed me his couple little tufts of tiny hairs. Then he asked me if he could see mine. I pulled off my underpants and he was shocked how much bigger mine was that his and I had quite a bit of hair down there, too. As we got into bed he seems really fascinated with my dick and he asked me if he could touch it. I felt a little awkward because I had never done that with anyone but I said he could. Very quickly after he started wiggling my dick around it got super stiff. He showed me that his dick was stiff too, and I could touch his if I wanted to. But he kept touching mine and rubbing it and wiggling it back and forth, and I have to admit that it felt really good. Then as he was still moving my dick around my whole body started to feel extremely strange and all of a sudden I started what I thought was peeing all over myself! He pulled his hand away rather shocked and said, “You just pissed all over my hand!”

 I was extremely embarrassed, and I had absolutely no idea about what had just happened and why. But I was also breathing hard like I had been running. I got out of bed, quickly grabbed another pair of pajamas out of my drawer, and went into the bathroom to change. I noticed that what was on my pajamas neither looked nor smelled like piss, but I had no idea that anything else ever came out of there, and I was still freaking out because I had peed myself with no ability to control it. My cousin also came into the bathroom to wash off his hand, and he remarked to me that I had really strange piss and that it seemed a lot thicker than his piss.

 We both went back to bed, but I did not sleep well at all that night, confused and worried as to what had just happened to me. It wasn’t until a few months later that I learned from other boys in school about jacking off. From how they were explaining it, one day I went into the bathroom and tried it and sure enough, I came! Now it made sense what had actually happened to me that night with my young cousin.


Saturday, November 10, 2018

He Asked

 This little story was sent in to the BS Blog, I think it fits here nicely. It is quick and to the point but sure stirs a lot of thoughts for me, how bout you guys?

 I had a weird incident when I was 15. A 13 year old boy that I had just met, (the son of one of my father's friends) perceived that I was gay. He even got me to admit it somehow, he was the first person besides myself that I came out to.

After a short time I was sitting on the couch, he walked over and unzipped his pants and stuck his dick through the fly. "I'm not gay but you can suck it if you want" his exact words. To make a long story short, I sucked it.


Friday, November 9, 2018

Cumming in a Dyper

This is a bit of a new adventure for OOTS4YOU, I am going to run the post as told, including the unique spelling of Diaper. I think it adds character to the story.  Read-on, 

 I saw a bag of dypers on the bathroom shelf. The kind to throw away when messed up. One day while I was 13. I put on a dyper. It was tight. It made me get hard. Be cause of feeling soft around my wiener and nutsack. I rubbed it with my hand. My thing made a big boner be cause of feeling horney anyway. I kept it on a while and my weenie it stayed hard in the dyper. I wanted to jack off. I pulled my pants down and kept the dyper on. I rubbed up and down on the dyper. Where the boner was. In a minute it was time to cum. I cummed in the dyper real good. It felt real good to cum in the dyper. I did it with a dyper some more times.

 Also a friend of mine. He would do stuff too. We put on dypers and we rubbed them for each other til making our cum. It was good. Also it did not mess up my under wear when the cum happens. Some time I put on a dyper to go to bed in. And rub it til it cummed at night.


Thursday, November 8, 2018

Spider Streaking

I hate spiders but there is one specific spider that I managed to like. It gave it's life so that my curiosity could be quenched.

My cousin is not my blood relative but he is related through affinity I suppose you could say. Our mothers grew up like sisters, I've always known Helen which is not her real name as my aunt and Jake let's call him has always been my cousin. Jake got real cute as he got older, I was proud to tell people he was my cousin. I'll try to describe Jake at the age of 13. Height was about 5,3, weight was in the high average range, he was muscular for a young teen especially his arms. He had weights at his house and used them often. He had the beginnings of a six pack that he'd show just about anyone who asked. He had brown hair and dark skin. The dark skin came from the fact that his mother was Mexican. If Jake got any sun he'd darken into a rich, deep wonderful bronze color. I hope you can picture him.

Well, in all the years we grew up as cousins me being the older cousin by 4 years I had never seen him naked. I never saw his dick but as he got older I became more curious. I wanted to know some basic information Was he circumcised? Did he have pubes? What size is he? One day we were home alone and I saw him running up to me naked. Jake looked better naked than I could have imagined. He is not circumcised, he has pubes not only around the base of his dick but also some on his nut sack which is surprisingly big or more accurately the nuts inside the sack are big. He has a nice sized peck I guess about 4 inches flaccid as for girth it's not thin but it's not fat.

Why did he come running naked? A big spider dropped into the shower and fell on him. He left the shower so fast he ripped the shower curtain down. I looked and the spider was a big one, now struggling to find a spot away from the still running shower water. I took the shower-head and put it on massage and finished the spider off as Jake stood there naked. I was kneeling down eye level to his ween taking in a good look as I dealt with the spider.

If it wasn't for that spider I never would have seen Jake that way.