Happy Days

This all took place during the 50's and early 60's. Sex information for young boys was scarce, if not impossible, to get. Home computers, and the internet, were not even science but science fiction. Kids know more today but all my discoveries were made almost out of pure innocence. I grew up best friends with Adam Logan, a boy a year younger than myself. Our fathers were best friends when they grew up and went off to fight in Korea. I was four when his father came back but mine did not. His father offered to let my mother and me stay free in small apartment above their garage that was in their back yard. It helped us do a lot better than many other single mothers at that time. I was grateful my mother was never pressured to remarry just to survive. Mr. Logan usually included me with anything he did with Adam and was a good substitute father for the most part. Adam shared a room with his older sister that was at the rear of their house and directly across from mine. I guess all of us were a little on the financially poor side but we never realized it. Adam and Sarah never even had a shade or curtain on their bedroom window so I usually had a good view of everything they did. I knew they took baths together because I would see them several times a week stripping bare in their room, leaving, and then return a little while later in the same condition. Adam would then bounce on his bed completely nude while his sister sat at her dresser brushing her hair in the same condition. I never thought anything unusual about this but was actually envious. The only times I was nude was changing in and out of my PJs except Saturday nights. We only had toilet and sink in our bathroom but Saturday nights my mom and I would go to the Logan's house and use their tub for a bath. My mother and I would bathe together. I would have an erection most of the time, especially when mom would wash me there, but never knew it had anything to do with sex. I thought it was just something a penis did. I never thought about sex as I grew up except for a little fun I had. Sarah was about 14 or 15 and I started to notice she was growing breasts and hair between her legs. I didn't know why but it excited me to watch her from my window. There was an old cast iron radiator in front of my window and I found my hard penis felt good when I rubbed it between the metal slots through the hole in my PJs or through my briefs. It was better during the winter when it was heated. I never got an orgasm from this but I was about 13 when my penis got stuck in the radiator. I was pretty scared for a few minutes, more about how I would explain it to my mother than any injury I might get. I had enough time to imagine what the headlines in the newspaper would read when my mother called the fire department to help get me loose. When my penis went soft again, it slipped out easily with only a slight burn from being against the hot metal for so long. I made sure to leave my tool on the outside from then on, usually by draping a towel over the radiator. It was a few months before this at my 14th birthday, Mr. Logan gave me some things that belonged to my father that he kept till I was old enough not to use them as toys. One was his shaving set that included a straight razor and Mr. Logan told me I would soon need and winked at me. I checked daily for whiskers for several weeks but none appeared and I put the razor set away. Every week Mr. Logan asked if I used the razor yet. I wish I could say Adam and I were better behaved then but we were not. Alone, we were angels, but we fed off each other for mischief and practical jokes. Nothing criminal, but enough to be sent home with notes from the teacher or calls from a neighbor on a regular basis. Adam and I were in the same grade and were placed in Mr. Reimer's class. He had a class for sixth grade boys that needed special attention. I guess now they call it ADHD. Now they drug these kids and pretend they are regular. Back when I was a kid, they gave us a male teacher with a persuader. A persuader was a flat, 1/2 inch thick board with holes in it. It was applied to our bare bottoms in front of the class. I had it applied to my own bottom enough for me to hear many times from my mother that she would need to send me off to a military school when she couldn't handle me any more, probably when I had "the change". I asked what "the change" might be when I was in fifth grade, but she rolled her eyes and just said I would know when it happened. Some time around the radiator incident I saw some hairs growing above my penis. Somehow I knew this was the change my mother talked about and, not wanting to be shipped off to a boarding school, I carefully used that straight razor to remove those hairs every Friday or Saturday before my bath time, which I started sharing with Adam on my 13th birthday since my mother thought I was too old to be with her and Sarah was too old to be with Adam. My mother was still there to supervise my drying off and checking for cleanliness. Even though my penis and balls were getting noticeably larger, comparing to Adam's, I still remained bald there, thanks to the razor. I turned dark red every time Mr. Logan asked me if I used it yet. I need to add that for some reason Adam was a nightly bed wetter till he was 13. Back then older boys had two options. Use a plastic mattress protector and mom would wash the sheets everyday or wear larger size cloth diapers. I realized the reason Adam would jump around naked after his bath or before bed was waiting for his mom to come in his room and put him in diapers. I would often be able to watch the nightly ritual. I felt bad for him and only once mentioned it to him.

Mr. Logan started telling me stories about when he and my father were in Korea. During the summer he would stop and talk to me in our backyard. At first I enjoyed them but they started to get too gruesome so I avoided it. I was also allowed to go see more graphic war movies at the theater and hear about Vietnam in the paper or the news. I started having nightmares, usually involving my father and me getting ambushed in a jungle and my dad ending up dead, usually in pieces. I started wetting my bed about once a week. I tried hiding it from my mother but she eventually caught on. She never said anything about cleaning up but I was not allowed any more war stories or watch war news. But the damage was done. I kept having nightmares. I started considering the idea of wearing diapers like Adam did but was afraid to ask. I wanted to help my mom not have to wash extra sheets but I didn't want to be treated like a baby either. Ever since we were little our mothers would play bingo at the church and drag us kids along. I felt I was old enough to stay home alone for the few hours and eventually our mothers relented and allowed us to stay home. Sarah was left home for a couple years and our mothers thought if we were there at home with her she couldn't sneak out or sneak boys in. I could visit and go home at bedtime. It worked out good for a couple reasons. One was I could shave those pesky pubic hairs in total privacy and I got to see Sarah and Adam engage in behaviour I never even heard of. It was these Friday nights that Sarah was tasked with pinning Adam's diapers on him. For a month or more I would watch Adam strip, then run around or jump on his bed. Several times I watched Sarah make Adam stand on his bed which put his penis at almost the same level as her face and he would put his penis in her mouth and she would suck it for a minute or two. He was always fully erect. He would then lay down and she would rub his penis. One night she kept rubbing up and down until I saw him shaking uncontrollably. She would then put the diapers on. After that I got the same show every Friday. I didn't know what it was but it got my penis hard and it felt great pressing it on the radiator. It may have been during one of these shows when my penis got stuck in there but I don't remember. I was trying for months to figure out a way to get over there and get Sarah to do that to me. It looked like a lot of fun. I never could get the nerve to even ask Adam about it though. I don't think they ever suspected I was watching them and I didn't want to say anything that would certainly get me sent off to a military school. One day my mother announced she would be going to spend a few weeks at my grandparents to help my sick grandmother. I would be staying at Adam's house and was given lengthy lectures about behaving and doing whatever I was told or next time I would be staying at a new school. I was thrilled. In all the years Adam and I never slept at each others house. I think Adam avoided it because of his bed wetting problem. I never really cared and lately I was able to sympathize with him more though I never told him I woke up a number of times with the same problem. It was sometime during the week because I remember taking a bath with Adam, running around his room a little and then trying to hide when his mother came in carrying diapers. I could see the shame on Adam's face. Mrs. Logan started giving me a lecture to not make fun of him but I felt so bad for him I let out that I was having the same problem about once a week. I almost regretted it as soon as it came out but I could see it made Adam feel not so bad. Mrs. Logan said she already knew, my mother told her about it long ago. She also said she wouldn't be washing extra sheets so I would have to get used to being diapered and we would have to share Adam's bed in case it leaked. I won't say much, it was humiliating at first but I got used to it in a few days. One night I had a nightmare and sure enough I wet. I had to admit it was better waking up with only a wet diaper than rolling around in pee. The only thing I didn't like was the noisy plastic pants. All week Mrs. Logan put that diaper on and I never even got a stir in my groin. My penis hung down with my balls every time. She only made one small comment about it being bigger than Adam's, mostly directed to Adam to inform him that his soon would be getting as big. Friday night came and I tried to look horrible when Mrs. Logan informed me that Sarah would be helping with our diapers. I put up a small protest but not too much. I was actually looking forward to it for several days.

When the time came Adam and I took a bath and had been wrestling around on his bed totally bare for about an hour while Sarah took a bath. Sarah didn't care how much noise we made and we took advantage. We had eventually got around to trying to grab each others privates without being grabbed by the other. I think we both had our share of letting the other have a handful so when Sarah came in the room from her bath covered in just a towel, we were both fully hard and standing on the bed. I instinctively covered up but Adam started dancing in front of her in a strip tease style and I started to tease her the same. We stopped almost right away when she made a comment about how big mine was. Adam whispered in my ear to ask her to do it to me. I knew what he meant but I didn't want him to know I knew so asked him what he meant. He just told me to ask her to do it. So I stepped right in front of her and asked her to do it. She gave Adam a dirty look like "I'll get you for this" but she made me promise not to tell anyone at all.

She then started sucking on my hard penis and playing with my balls. I felt great, not so much the sucking, she really wasn't good at it, but just knowing we were doing something our parents wouldn't let us do. She sucked there for a minute and Adam insisted on having a turn and pushed me out of the way. He got his turn and she told us to lay down. I watched as Sarah gave Adam's willy a hand job and acted surprised when he shook and her towel dropped off. She put the towel back on, for my sake. I knew she still ran naked when it was just her and Adam at home but I didn't say anything. She pinned diapers on Adam and we switched places. I watched a dozen or more times but I still didn't know what to expect.

I laid on my back, my willy sticking up about four or more inches as she rubbed up and down. It was a lot better than the sucking. I think it took it little longer than Adam did. I guess not really knowing what to expect makes the anticipation not as exciting. Sarah also took a couple breaks so we could look at some clear slippery stuff that came from my penis. It wasn't pee, we didn't know what it was but it seemed to help Sarah's fingers go up and down. Eventually I started to feel something more than I ever felt stir up inside that hard penis of mine. I think Sarah knew it to because she started rubbing faster. Her towel fell off again and I could see her little pointy titties shaking a little. I was suddenly having uncontrollable shaking through my whole body. Nothing squirted out yet and wouldn't for a while. I stayed another week and received another diapering from Sarah. I finally confessed to them I watched them many times through my window. For another year or so, until Adam and myself finally got over our bed wetting, they would make sure I could watch from my window every Friday night. I learned how to stroke myself without the radiator but that radiator still helped me start every time. Maybe every month or two our parents would let me sleep over and Sarah would help me out, the same routine every time. One day my mother and I were over getting our Saturday bath when I realized I didn't shave that pesky hair off. My mother saw it and I had to give it up. I was relieved that she never mentioned sending me to military school and stopped looking at me after my bath. It wasn't long before Adam and I took advantage of our privacy and started to make each other cum in the bath. It was there that my first real drops of white cum came out, more of a dribble than a squirt. The next week convinced our mothers to let me sleep over and Sarah was able to make two short but real squirts come out.