Discovering My Manhood
I had my first morning woody when I was younger. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I tried to hide it before anyone else could see. I was the youngest of four boys, and at that time, I felt like I was the only person experiencing this! My Father managed a bank in town, and he would leave early in the morning. I heard him getting ready upstairs, and wanted his help in the matter, but also didn't want to disturb him, or feel embarrassed. I heard him walk down the stairs, and go into the kitchen. I shared a room with one of my oldest brother, and the other two were closer in age, so they were in the other downstairs bedroom. My Father continued his morning, and soon left. I stayed perfectly still, with my blanket strategically rolled in a lump, over my morning woody. I looked across the room where my brother William was asleep. I could see his muscled arm hanging over the side of the bed. I slowly got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom, hiding myself in case anyone walked out into the hall. I quickly closed the door, and looked into my pyjama pants, at my morning woody. It was about four inches, and felt electric, and tingled at the slightest touch.
I waited a few minutes until it went away, and then relieved myself, just as my brother Joey walked in. He was really tall, and scruffy. He looked the most like my granddad, who was a wolverine of a man. Joey had to shower twice a day because he would get really sweaty and stinky, and Mother would always make him go shower. We weren't a very private family, since there were all boys, we had no sisters to look out for. Joey stripped down, and got into the tub, turning on the water. He had a lot of hair covering his chest and stomach, and around his penis and down his legs. He even had some hair on his lower back, toward his buttocks, and we made fun of him for it continuously. I was on the toilet, and Joey was yawning, and told me about a dream he had. The tub filled and a couple of minutes later, I was done. I flushed, and washed my hands, and headed back to my room.
William was still sleeping, with his arm hanging off the edge of his bed. I slid under the covers, and closed my eyes, waiting to fall asleep again, but I knew I would have to get up again for school. My brother Allen barged into our room, and tousled Williams bed, talking loudly about their football game that afternoon. I covered my face with my pillow, and suddenly felt him tickling me, telling me to get up. Allen was a year younger than William, and a little pudgy. He had a steady girlfriend, but we liked to tease him about being unfit for women. I heard him tease William about his bone bone, which I figured was the same as what I had just experienced. I sat up and told Allen to leave, which he didn't. He pulled all the blankets off of William's bed, and laughed at his bone bone. William put his hands behind his head, and let his manhood stand proudly. He told us he had nothing to be ashamed of, and when we were older, we'd understand.
Just then Joey walked in with a towel around his waist, saying he got to drive us to school that day. Mother had given us her old Chevy, and had received a Buick from Father, after his promotion. It was a large vehicle, and we all sat comfortably in it. Joey kicked at William, who pulled his towel off, and then Joey grabbed his towel again, and whipped at William's bone bone. Allen and I went back toward the bathroom, to get ready. I stripped down, and got in the tub. The water was a little cold, and I turned on some hot water, to warm it up. We had to share bath water back then. I was washing behind my ears, when William came in, and told me to hurry up. He took his shorts off, and admired himself in the mirror. I admired him as well, since he was the biggest athlete in the family. He flexed his stomach in and out, and ran his hand down his abs, and picked at the hair above his penis. I hurried up, dunking one last time under the water, and then getting out, and drying off. William got in right after I did, sitting down into the water, and soaping up right away. He was stepping out of the tub before I was even out of the bathroom. We got dressed in our room, and Mother had made pancakes, but we only had time to eat a couple of them. We made it to school, and all split up when we got in, since my grade was on one side, and the others were on the big side of the building.
After school, I walked out to the fields, to watch the football players practising. I sat on the bleachers, waiting for Mother to arrive. When the game was over, we all got to pick something at the store, and then went home in time for dinner. We sat in the living room, while Father read us a story, and Mother knitted. I followed Father upstairs, while I told him about my day at school. We got in their bedroom, and he started to change out of his work clothes. He went into the bathroom, and I continued to tell him about my day. I was following him into the bathroom, when I realized he was standing at the toilet, urinating. I stayed in the room, but continued to talk. Father was getting the bed ready, and so I left him alone, and joined my brothers downstairs. We talked about William's game, and the plays and calls. I got into bed, feeling tired. William started to snort right away.
The next morning I woke up with a morning woody again, and I kept fidgeting with it. I looked over and saw William sitting up in bed, reading a book. He told me I needed to take care of my bone bone, but I wasn't sure what he meant. He said, you know, like wag the dog? Spank the monkey? I shook my head in embarrassment. He flipped his sheets off of him, and grabbed his crotch, moving it up and down. Like this? I confessed that I'd never done it before. He told me I was missing out, and he had already been doing it when he as my age. I looked down under my pyjama pants, looking at my morning woody again, wondering how I would go about doing that.
Here, just watch me do it, William said. I turned my head and watched him push his boxers down to his knees. He had a bone bone within seconds, and grabbed it with his fist, moving his hand up and down. See? This is how you do it. I followed his lead, and it felt good! I felt my face get really warm, and I started to sweat. William said that when I felt like I was going to pee, to just let it happen, cause it would be the best feeling in the world. I started moving my hand faster and faster, and felt my penis tingle. The urge to pee rushed over me, and I didn't try to stop it. I suddenly felt a wave of relief flood over me, as I squirted out clear liquid into my hand and pyjamas. I felt sweaty, and tired, and happy all at the same time. I fell back against my pillow and let out a long sigh. I turned to tell William, but he was squirting liquid out too, with his eyes closed tight, and and chest and stomach flexed. He let out a similar sigh, and looked over at me. He asked how it felt, and I said great, and he agreed. It was the day I discovered my manhood, and thanks to having an open family, no curiosities or questions went unanswered.