Awakening To First Time, and After
Category: Male Solo (M)
Submitted by: Mike Age: ~not given Gender: Male
I don't know why but when I was little, I called it "playing dirty." I didn't really think it was dirty, it was just fun and felt good to see and touch other boys' dicks. My first memory is about when I was eight I stayed overnight at my cousins. He was about 11. There were four of us kids on a fold-out bed. Shortly after we went to bed, he put his hand down in my shorts and started feeling my willie. After he explored it for a while, it started feeling good and I got an erection. He didn't say anything, just rubbed it for a while. It felt good, so I just let him.
A few years later, I started playing dirty with his younger brother, who was about two years younger than me. One day, we cut holes in our pockets so we could reach into our pants and play with ourselves and each other without getting undressed. One time, when we were out at the ranch, I offered to him to suck me and he put his mouth on it and bit me, and started laughing like crazy. When I was about 11, my best friend was two years older than me. He had just come back from a year at a military school. He had some porn magazines and he and I started playing dirty just rubbing his 4" and my 2 1/2" and fondling each other. He got out a handkerchief and put it over the top of his dick and made some funny noises and then we put the magazines away and went out to play.
At the time, I didn't know he had cum in the handkerchief. The next night, we were playing dirty in bed and after a while of fondling each other, he got up out of bed and said he had to go to the bathroom. He came back to bed and then we went to sleep -- I guess he was embarrassed to cum in front of me and of course, I didn't know anything about cum. Shortly after that, he became interested in girls, and so our friendship drifted apart.
As I started into my beginning year of being 12, a friend of my mother's asked me if I wanted a baby-sitting job after school to take care of her 10 year-old son Joey. It was extra money and I was still feeling bad about losing my older friend to girls, so I said yes. As Joey and I played after school, I was curious about his penis and sort of wanted to play dirty with Joey. As my hormones from Puberty were starting to kick in, I was also starting to get erections while Joey and I played. So, thinking as child's minds think, when I got an erection I told him "let's go into the closet, I need to do something. When we got into the closet, I would take down my pants and shorts and my erection would be in his full view. I then said, I need to push this down and then you pull my shorts up over the top of it. He didn't ask any questions, he just held my hard dick down as I asked. So, that became part of our play time activities for a few days. He would hold my 3" hardon down and I would pull up my shorts over the top of it and then I would pull up my shorts and pants. Don't ask me what that was supposed to do?? After a few days, he started getting a hardon, so we would both pull our pants down and rub together, rub each other and then after doing that a few times we would pull our pants up and continue playing other things. One day, we had our pants down and he sat on my lap with my hardon between his legs and I rubbed his hardon while he read a comic book. It felt good with my dick between his legs. After he finished the comic book, we pulled our pants up and we went to play something else. A few months later, his mom and he moved to another State. This leads up to my first orgasm and ejaculation. It was a few days before my 13th birthday. I was starting to get a few hairs (three or four) at the base of my 3 1/2" cock -- very fine wisps of hair. I was taking a bath in preparation for my grandparents taking us to the State Fair for the weekend. As I was taking a bath, I was playing with my cock, slightly rubbing it and feeling good. Then, I noticed that the bottom part of my hardon was a darker brown than the top half above my circumcision scars. I thought that was kind of odd. I took the bar of soap and lathered up my hands and I was trying to wash (what I thought was dirt on my hardon) with my closed hand. I started getting a strong sensation that felt good as I rubbed. I alternately opened my legs wider and closed them as I continued to wash my hardon. The feeling good sensations were getting stronger and stronger. I figured out that if I went faster, the feelings got better and better. I increased the speed of my soapy hand up and down up and down and pretty soon I was going about a mile a minute. The feelings kept building and building and the sensations were so strong and my heart was pounding and suddenly all of my nerve endings in my body just seemed to explode. About five spurts of white stuff came shooting out of the end of my cock. I sort of blacked out for a second, I felt light headed, as I closed my eyes I could see white lights in the backs of my eyes. I was shocked and surprised the stuff came out. It was floating in the bath water, each spurt had stayed together and was just kind of sitting there in the water. My heart was still pounding and I was still breathing hard from having made my hand go up and down on my dick so fast. I pinched one of the white blobs together and rubbed it between my fingers. We left for the State Fair the next day, but when we got home on Sunday, I was laying in bed and was playing dirty with myself. My sister was laying in her bed across the room and so I quietly began rubbing up and down as I lay on my side facing the wall. The process of rubbing myself was much slower, but again I had an intense orgasm and ejaculation. It made a mess on my pajamas and so I figured out to take a dirty t-shirt with me to bed. It felt great sliding the soft cotton against my hardon. That became my jack off rag for nightly sessions. I kept my jack off rag between the sheets and the edge of the wall. After a few weeks, there were big yellow stains all over the white t-shirt, and the dried cum was sort of crusty, so after a bunch of jack off sessions, it was harder and harder to find a part of the rag that was still nice and soft to masturbate on so, I threw it away. My parents weren't rich, so I figured I couldn't keep throwing t-shirts away every few weeks. So, the night after I threw my cum rag away, I reached down and got one of the socks I wore that day. I slipped it over my hardon and it was perfect. It was soft, felt great, and when I finished with my intense jeerk off, I just dropped it on the floor. Later, over time, I would learn to use the socks of friends and cousins (my own age or younger that were hotties). When they stayed over, or I stayed over with them, I would note as we were getting undressed for bed where they were dropping their socks. Then, after lights out, I would get out of bed and act like I was going to the bathroom. Coming back in the dark, I would pick up a sock and take it to bed with me. What a turn on, the slightly sweet odor of their feet -- a very slight smell of ammonia and sweat---boyfeet. I would then slip it over my hardon and slowly move the soft cotton up and down in the tip of the sock. What intense orgasms this whole process produced. I would then keep the sock against my stomach or in my shorts to dry out my cum before morning (One time I didn't do that and in the morning my cousin was looking all over the floor after he put his sock on. I asked him what he was doing and he said "My sock is all wet, I can't figure out where the water came from." I didn't tell him it wasn't water. But, after that I figured I would need to dry the sock after jacking off in it. When I was 17, I went to live with my divorced cousin who had two boys ages 11 years and 12 years. Both were slender and sinewy with fire red hair. They had their own bedrooms, but I would often get a sock and their white briefs out of the laundry and take them to bed for a jackoff. After their day of rough housing and play and school, their shorts would be full of boy smells. Slight odor of pee and stains in the fly pocket. Slight sweet pungent smell and stains of boy butt in the ass of the shorts. I would place the shorts over my face and inhale through my nose and exhale through my mouth (that way, my breath didn't cancel out the molecules of odor in the fabric. One time, there was a cum spot at the very edge of the waist band on the shorts of the 13 year old. It was about the size of a half dollar, so he must have leaked it from his hardon during the night. The slight smell of starch was overpowering and as I licked it, I could taste his sweet cum and that produced in me a very intense orgasm. In the white briefs, there is a little pocket area between the inside and outside fabric of the front of the brief. I would slip my hardon into that little pocket and slowly masturbate -- the bottom of the pocket is at the butt hole area of the brief. As I would slowly slip the brief up and down my cock, I would imagine that my cock was rubbing against the boys' asshole. Ultimately, I would have a really strong orgasm and ejaculation. Another time, the 12 year olds' white briefs had lipstick on the fly. He had slipped his hardon through the brief fly and apparently it was a girl that had her mouth on it -- it was a turn on to imagine him at 12 years old getting his cock sucked at school or at a girl's house after school. I never did have sex with the boys, but I accidentally saw their dad coming out of the shower one time without a towel (He didn't know I was home). His cock was about seven inches soft -- so I figured the boys must be at least as big. That fueled a lot of fantasies. I think these stories are pretty common among boys. Imaginations sort of are the mother of invention. I'd like to hear more stories about that. Keep Jerking. This is a great site.
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
Submitted by: Mike Age: ~not given Gender: Male
I don't know why but when I was little, I called it "playing dirty." I didn't really think it was dirty, it was just fun and felt good to see and touch other boys' dicks. My first memory is about when I was eight I stayed overnight at my cousins. He was about 11. There were four of us kids on a fold-out bed. Shortly after we went to bed, he put his hand down in my shorts and started feeling my willie. After he explored it for a while, it started feeling good and I got an erection. He didn't say anything, just rubbed it for a while. It felt good, so I just let him.
A few years later, I started playing dirty with his younger brother, who was about two years younger than me. One day, we cut holes in our pockets so we could reach into our pants and play with ourselves and each other without getting undressed. One time, when we were out at the ranch, I offered to him to suck me and he put his mouth on it and bit me, and started laughing like crazy. When I was about 11, my best friend was two years older than me. He had just come back from a year at a military school. He had some porn magazines and he and I started playing dirty just rubbing his 4" and my 2 1/2" and fondling each other. He got out a handkerchief and put it over the top of his dick and made some funny noises and then we put the magazines away and went out to play.
At the time, I didn't know he had cum in the handkerchief. The next night, we were playing dirty in bed and after a while of fondling each other, he got up out of bed and said he had to go to the bathroom. He came back to bed and then we went to sleep -- I guess he was embarrassed to cum in front of me and of course, I didn't know anything about cum. Shortly after that, he became interested in girls, and so our friendship drifted apart.
As I started into my beginning year of being 12, a friend of my mother's asked me if I wanted a baby-sitting job after school to take care of her 10 year-old son Joey. It was extra money and I was still feeling bad about losing my older friend to girls, so I said yes. As Joey and I played after school, I was curious about his penis and sort of wanted to play dirty with Joey. As my hormones from Puberty were starting to kick in, I was also starting to get erections while Joey and I played. So, thinking as child's minds think, when I got an erection I told him "let's go into the closet, I need to do something. When we got into the closet, I would take down my pants and shorts and my erection would be in his full view. I then said, I need to push this down and then you pull my shorts up over the top of it. He didn't ask any questions, he just held my hard dick down as I asked. So, that became part of our play time activities for a few days. He would hold my 3" hardon down and I would pull up my shorts over the top of it and then I would pull up my shorts and pants. Don't ask me what that was supposed to do?? After a few days, he started getting a hardon, so we would both pull our pants down and rub together, rub each other and then after doing that a few times we would pull our pants up and continue playing other things. One day, we had our pants down and he sat on my lap with my hardon between his legs and I rubbed his hardon while he read a comic book. It felt good with my dick between his legs. After he finished the comic book, we pulled our pants up and we went to play something else. A few months later, his mom and he moved to another State. This leads up to my first orgasm and ejaculation. It was a few days before my 13th birthday. I was starting to get a few hairs (three or four) at the base of my 3 1/2" cock -- very fine wisps of hair. I was taking a bath in preparation for my grandparents taking us to the State Fair for the weekend. As I was taking a bath, I was playing with my cock, slightly rubbing it and feeling good. Then, I noticed that the bottom part of my hardon was a darker brown than the top half above my circumcision scars. I thought that was kind of odd. I took the bar of soap and lathered up my hands and I was trying to wash (what I thought was dirt on my hardon) with my closed hand. I started getting a strong sensation that felt good as I rubbed. I alternately opened my legs wider and closed them as I continued to wash my hardon. The feeling good sensations were getting stronger and stronger. I figured out that if I went faster, the feelings got better and better. I increased the speed of my soapy hand up and down up and down and pretty soon I was going about a mile a minute. The feelings kept building and building and the sensations were so strong and my heart was pounding and suddenly all of my nerve endings in my body just seemed to explode. About five spurts of white stuff came shooting out of the end of my cock. I sort of blacked out for a second, I felt light headed, as I closed my eyes I could see white lights in the backs of my eyes. I was shocked and surprised the stuff came out. It was floating in the bath water, each spurt had stayed together and was just kind of sitting there in the water. My heart was still pounding and I was still breathing hard from having made my hand go up and down on my dick so fast. I pinched one of the white blobs together and rubbed it between my fingers. We left for the State Fair the next day, but when we got home on Sunday, I was laying in bed and was playing dirty with myself. My sister was laying in her bed across the room and so I quietly began rubbing up and down as I lay on my side facing the wall. The process of rubbing myself was much slower, but again I had an intense orgasm and ejaculation. It made a mess on my pajamas and so I figured out to take a dirty t-shirt with me to bed. It felt great sliding the soft cotton against my hardon. That became my jack off rag for nightly sessions. I kept my jack off rag between the sheets and the edge of the wall. After a few weeks, there were big yellow stains all over the white t-shirt, and the dried cum was sort of crusty, so after a bunch of jack off sessions, it was harder and harder to find a part of the rag that was still nice and soft to masturbate on so, I threw it away. My parents weren't rich, so I figured I couldn't keep throwing t-shirts away every few weeks. So, the night after I threw my cum rag away, I reached down and got one of the socks I wore that day. I slipped it over my hardon and it was perfect. It was soft, felt great, and when I finished with my intense jeerk off, I just dropped it on the floor. Later, over time, I would learn to use the socks of friends and cousins (my own age or younger that were hotties). When they stayed over, or I stayed over with them, I would note as we were getting undressed for bed where they were dropping their socks. Then, after lights out, I would get out of bed and act like I was going to the bathroom. Coming back in the dark, I would pick up a sock and take it to bed with me. What a turn on, the slightly sweet odor of their feet -- a very slight smell of ammonia and sweat---boyfeet. I would then slip it over my hardon and slowly move the soft cotton up and down in the tip of the sock. What intense orgasms this whole process produced. I would then keep the sock against my stomach or in my shorts to dry out my cum before morning (One time I didn't do that and in the morning my cousin was looking all over the floor after he put his sock on. I asked him what he was doing and he said "My sock is all wet, I can't figure out where the water came from." I didn't tell him it wasn't water. But, after that I figured I would need to dry the sock after jacking off in it. When I was 17, I went to live with my divorced cousin who had two boys ages 11 years and 12 years. Both were slender and sinewy with fire red hair. They had their own bedrooms, but I would often get a sock and their white briefs out of the laundry and take them to bed for a jackoff. After their day of rough housing and play and school, their shorts would be full of boy smells. Slight odor of pee and stains in the fly pocket. Slight sweet pungent smell and stains of boy butt in the ass of the shorts. I would place the shorts over my face and inhale through my nose and exhale through my mouth (that way, my breath didn't cancel out the molecules of odor in the fabric. One time, there was a cum spot at the very edge of the waist band on the shorts of the 13 year old. It was about the size of a half dollar, so he must have leaked it from his hardon during the night. The slight smell of starch was overpowering and as I licked it, I could taste his sweet cum and that produced in me a very intense orgasm. In the white briefs, there is a little pocket area between the inside and outside fabric of the front of the brief. I would slip my hardon into that little pocket and slowly masturbate -- the bottom of the pocket is at the butt hole area of the brief. As I would slowly slip the brief up and down my cock, I would imagine that my cock was rubbing against the boys' asshole. Ultimately, I would have a really strong orgasm and ejaculation. Another time, the 12 year olds' white briefs had lipstick on the fly. He had slipped his hardon through the brief fly and apparently it was a girl that had her mouth on it -- it was a turn on to imagine him at 12 years old getting his cock sucked at school or at a girl's house after school. I never did have sex with the boys, but I accidentally saw their dad coming out of the shower one time without a towel (He didn't know I was home). His cock was about seven inches soft -- so I figured the boys must be at least as big. That fueled a lot of fantasies. I think these stories are pretty common among boys. Imaginations sort of are the mother of invention. I'd like to hear more stories about that. Keep Jerking. This is a great site.
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
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