Sunday, October 14, 2018

Summer 2018 - History Repeats Itself (Introduction)

Summer 2018 - history repeats itself
By Carlo 

Here is the beginning excerpt from a story submitted by CARLO. It is linked below for the full story however you can get warmed-up with this start.
Eric

Terrible hot summer, my tenant left for holiday, the same my clients, my girlfriend Monica left Poland for good, so I had nothing to do in in a hot and airless city, but I did not have enough money for any trip, even to Polish lakes.
My depression deepened and I was angry. Furthermore the bookshelf fell almost on my head because the fixing was loose. Having nothing else to do, I went to the mall to search for new pins. Air conditioning works there, but I think it was just striking, so it was even worse than on the street. I walked between Leroy Merlin’ shelves, angry at everything and everyone. In the end, I found my pins and went to checkout.
At first, I did not pay attention to someone's call
“Carlo!”
“Uncle Carlo!”
It took me a moment to look around and see two teenage boys waving at me in the passage. Andrew and Mark waited until I paid for shopping, then they greeted me warmly.
“Do you remember us?”
“Of course. How could I forget two of the five horny fourteen-year-olds that I looked after for two weeks”.
“We're seventeen now - Mark said, a little shaken.
“And you're probably even more horny than three years ago”  I joked.
“What are you doing in the city during the holidays?”
“We are waiting for the mom who went to the hairdresser, and in a week we are going to Italy”  Andrew said with a big smile.
“Are you going alone?”
“No, with mom, but she is already grown up enough to be cool, and understands the needs of seventeen-year-olds”  Mark grinned.


Saturday, October 13, 2018

The Deadly Giggle or Squeal



I have a very nice story I'd like to share and I hope you enjoy! When I was younger, me and my brother always tried new and fun things to do, even if it was just made up. But I'll talk about one specific game we played that I laugh about now.
  I was 12 at the time, and my brother was about a year older, at 13. When our parents weren't home, we created a game to pass the time. Each of us had to put on the same amount of clothing (usually a tank top, underwear, pajama pants). Next, we had to feel each other's bodies and searched for ticklish spots. If either of us flinched, giggled, or squealed, we had to take one article of clothing off. If we got to only our underwear, we would lose and the winner could tickle the loser for the rest of the day as much as they wanted.


 I remember one day we played this game. We both noodled and felt each other, rubbing backs, feeling each other's sides, even pulling our bodies close together like a hug, then feeling all over trying to make the other divulge his tickles. Finally, I flinched as he gently grazed my ribs. My older brother smiled mockingly, as I took off my shirt. But that was not the end of the game. We continued, and I managed to locate a ticklish spot on his hips. He giggled, then took off his shirt. We kept on, now tied in the game. 

 Looking back on it, it was very adorable. Two slim, smooth skinned, shirtless brothers pulling each other close and rubbing each other.
 Finally, I arched my back as he touched a sensitive spot just below my spine. I whined and took off my pants in defeat. He then smiled and pinned me to the couch, tickling away. I raised my arms up and laughed uncontrollably, squirming and trying to escape my certain defeat. 

I find that I enjoyed telling my story! I may tell more things about my childhood later!  

-Mark

Friday, October 12, 2018

In the Almost Empty Library

I know this boy and his family only well enough that when I see them around town we usually greet each other but that is the extent of it. I don't see them inviting me to their home for dinner anytime soon. I do know that the middle child in the family is 13 years old, he has down syndrome but please don't let that turn you away from this story. He seems fairly high functioning and unlike many kids with down syndrome he is thin. He dresses very stylishly and his blonde hair swoops down over his forehead I often see him wearing a hat cocked to the side. I think his mom buys him the most expensive clothes and shoes because I have never seen him in anything less than Nike's or some expensive skater shoe brand. I have seen them before shopping in Tilly's and Zumiez buying a ridiculous amount of clothes. He wears braces which I like because it really fits his overall look.
 One day in the library very early in the day because he attends school at home he came in with his little sister.  While mom and his little sister were working at a table he was supposed to be reading in the empty reading section of the library. I saw him reach down and touch the front of his shorts several times, look around and then touch the front of his shorts again. He was sitting down. I have a feeling that he was looking to see if his mom was around because I was close by standing near the bookshelves not exactly hidden but he didn't seem to care about me. He'd just look around and squeeze the front of his shorts. I didn't immediately think that he was doing anything other than adjusting himself, maybe even scratching an itch but he kept doing it. I thought about walking away because I wanted to sneak back and see what he'd do if he thought the coast was totally clear but I didn't have to. After he was sure that nobody from his family was around he began a rhythmic stroking on the outside of his shorts. He went very fast and then he'd stop and  look around. I was pretending to be reading a book so I don't think I registered in his mind, he is still a child with special needs. I thought I'd die when he stuck his hands in his shorts stroked briskly and stopped looked around yet again. He continued doing this, stroke, stop, look around and repeat.
 I decided that I would leave after all, I went to the other side of the library but thought the show was over when I saw him walking over to his mom and sister. He went back to the reading section and sat down and again he started with touching and looking around and then quick stroking and looking around but eventually he just went for it by this time I was on the other side of the bookshelf pretending not to be seeing him as he continuously stroked he was definitely being cautious looking out but I really think that he was only looking out for his mom or sister. He stretched his legs out and they moved back and forth in a scissor like motion and I knew he had achieved orgasm right there in the library. He rolled up the side of his shorts and I got a very quick glimpse of his penis. He wiped whatever came out, I say that because I thought I read somewhere that people with down syndrome could not ejaculate but that could be wrong because he definitely wiped something off of his hand on the chair next to him which is unfortunately a light color so I could not exam the evidence the way I could if the chairs were a dark color.
 I have so many questions like, has he done this before? I for one do not want him to get caught, should I tell his mom so maybe he is more cautious like going into the bathroom instead? It is amazing and it is hot but I am worried about the little guy. Anyone other than me probably would have raised a big stink about a teenager jacking off in the library even if he did have down syndrome.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

We Start To Fool Around

 Back when I was just twelve, I was going to a one room school. It had all the grades in this one school. We had a whopping total of 14 boys in the classroom. I had something of a secret, but actually every boy in school knew that I  would play with a guy's penis just for fun.


 While teacher was up writing all the lessons on the chalkboard, I was busy thinking about all my buddies in the class. You see, I sat in back with the bigger boys. Which they were always quick to signal their need for attention. They would rub their crotch under there desk and smile at me, I knew what they wanted. So I smiled back. Then it's off to the outside bathroom..... they followed. That was how it happened in school. Some of you remember I've written about those days in the one room School, and the naughty deeds in the out-house..

 But I want to tell you about what happened at home with a very special friend at a sleep over. It is bed-time we are relaxing in bed in just our undies. I didn't have separate beds, so we had to share my bed, and we're laying there beside each other......So my hand would rest on his leg, then recklessly move up to his undies. Oh then just a bit higher than his leg-band, here is a nice warm spot. Whaddya-know my derelict hand is resting on his penis. And just kind of busy rubbing it. It's no surprise to me that his penis gets hard. He giggles quietly and just lays there. I move to his waist-band. The giggles are gone, but he glows with an inviting smile. My hand goes under his waist band. His eyes close and he momentarily stops breathing. I feel his hard penis. A long exhale as his head dips to his chest. With my free hand I stroke across his forehead then over his dark brown hair. He stretches his neck up, he looks me in the eye then smiles his listless submission to me.

I nod my head and smile back.

We start to fool around.....

Farm Boy

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Pretend Wrestling to Real Stroking

 Pretend Wrestling, that's how I started with my first touching of someone my own age. But eventually we dropped the pretense of a wrestling match after we started "accidentally" squeezing too much, "accidentally" stroking for a few seconds, "accidentally" slipping our hands into each other's underwear and finally "accidentally" pulling down the each other's underwear.

 In the final wrestling battle before it became just straight out "let's touch each other on the privates" my friend knelt over my face, my arms pinned back which wasn't so hard because I didn't struggle and threatened to take his dick out. "You won't do it" I said taunting him except I was pretty sure he would and he did. It went from wrestling to "accidental" touched to a penis being rubbed back and forth across my face while he laughed.

  I loved it and after that the words "do you want to wrestle" took on a whole new meaning.

Anonymous

Thursday, October 4, 2018

How Do We Match at Wrestling

 I stuttered on this author's description of "innocently" touching other guys undies,  in attempt to see if the guy was interested. If not for the young age, it would seem pretty aggressive. Anyway, I leave it to our readers to decide.
E~

Around the time that I was 11 and 12 I had a way to innocently touch those whitie tighties and watch to see if the other guy developed a hard-on. We would strip to our underpants and play like we were wrestling. We would be struggling with each other and I would put a knee or elbow or anything (but not my hands) onto his crotch. It nearly always made the other guy's dick get long inside his briefs. I would see a definite ridge. And I could also see the shape of what you call his helmet. It was educational and made me get hard too.

  One of my friends would squeeze or rub my hard pecker when we wrestled and say "Is everything okay in there?" He was a little older and got a real obvious bone in his underwear. I bet he knew how to shoot his wad. That was before I ever knew anything about jerking.

Anonymous

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Makin' Deliveries in Whitie-Tighties

A long-time contributing Author for OOTS4U Regi sent me this recently. It shall serve as a little fun treat for our readers and a triumphant jubilation as the blog has just today passed 500,000 hits(page-views). Thanks to All!
E~ 


My cousin Ben and I lived with our grandparents during a time when both of us were dealing with disruption in our families. Ben was two or three years older than me, but we got along real well.

Ben got a job as a newspaper carrier as soon as he was old enough to drive. He had to get up around 3 or 4 AM and first go to a warehouse to roll and load the papers. Then he drove his route and threw the papers while he drove. He would get home in time to eat breakfast and go to school.

Early one morning Ben woke me out of a sound sleep and told me he was running way late and needed my help. He was in a panic. If he got complaints from his customers he would have to pay a "gripe fee" out of the money he collected. He wouldn't let me take time to dress or put on shoes, just shoved me down the hall and out the front door in nothing but my Hanes briefs!

Ben drove a scurvy old compact pickup with a bad muffler, sort of a cab-and-a-half style. Not a crew cab, just a small rear area with jump seats facing sideways. It was a Sunday, which meant it was the day of largest circulation and biggest papers. We piled into the truck with me in that little rear area, literally laying almost to the ceiling on a mountain of stacked papers. We couldn't put them in the bed of the truck because they would blow out when they were flat like that.

I rolled and bagged while Ben drove and pitched. Sometimes I would get a few papers ahead, and sometimes he would be yelling at me to roll faster.

One of the local cops watched out for Ben and Ben would give him a free paper. After we'd been running the route for a few minutes Ben told me to hand him a flat paper so he could give it to the cop. The policeman got out of his patrol car and called out something like "Everything okay tonight, Ben?"

Ben said "Yeah, my cousin's helping me. I'm running late."

The policeman walked to the truck while Ben held his paper out the driver's window. When the cop got to the truck he shined his flashlight through the side window, right at me wearing nothing but my whitie-tighties and sitting on a pile of newspapers.

"Hi," I said, not knowing what else to do.The cop stood there staring at me in my underwear. I thought we were dead meat - there was probably a law against wearing underpants in public.

"Gotta go!" Ben said. The truck picked up speed and groaned away from the policeman, leaving the man standing in the middle of an intersection, holding his newspaper, shaking his head and laughing.

Every time the subject of whitie-tighties comes up in this blog I remember that night.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Getting a Better Look At It

This author points out something each of us have done at some time in our youth.....taking a concise self examination. Tell me if I am wrong....Or what you discovered?
E~

As a young boy I never realized my own penis-head was helmet-shaped until probably age 11.

 It happened when me and a friend were showing each other our dicks and I got to examine a penis from different angles. For the very first time. I saw how his was much bigger on the top and curled around to just like a line or seam on the bottom. I thought the placement of his piss-hole was all wrong, too.

 It wasn't until I went home and examined mine with my mom's hand mirror and spun my dick around to look at it from The sides and bottom that I realized for the first time that mine was shaped like a helmet, too. (And my piss hole was actually "misplaced" just like his, too.)

Anonymous