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Members I Rememer, Part 1

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I'm not particularly attracted to men in the real world. I'll take a woman any time. But when I lay back in bed and begin to stroke, I often think of hard cocks, balls, and hairy thighs. I've jacked with a few guys (well, maybe several) and a memories of a few will get me hard most any time. I thought I'd tell you about them, and why they're so hot.I had hard-ons from an early age, and my little prick would sometimes get really stiff and excited in the shower; I remember it twitching and feeling really, really good. I never figured out you could make it happen whenever I wanted. My buddy Bobby showed me that. We'd have sleep overs, and he was always trying something new, which he'd show to me. His little cock--this is before puberty--showed me the way.About four months before my first drop of semen appeared, he began to ejaculate. I was so fascinated, and, well, his whole package was awesome to me. I watched little hairs appear, and then grow longer and darker, and I asked to watch him cum whenever I could. My first buddy BobbyOne time that's emblazoned on my mind happened in the afternoon. Bobby had discovered the day before that he could get an erection by pumping on his chin-up bar. He told me and wanted to show me. He stripped naked and jumped up on the bar. Then, his arms straining, he hung and did pull ups and pumped his legs and thighs, and his little prick got hard, and his muscles strained and tightened over and over. His prick was stiff and bobbling in the middle of all that. I stood in front of him, just clear of his thrashing legs, watching his cock. All of a sudden his little cock was spurting drips of cum! Since he was swinging wildly, the cum was flying here and there. We had to clean up so his mom wouldn't know. Bobby was down on his hands and knees, naked, his balls loose and swinging. That night, after we'd had one jack-off session, I lay in my bed in his room and brought myself to three more orgasms thinking of his hot sexy parts shooting cum and his tight butt and straining muscles pumping in front of me. I still do lie in bed and jack off thinking of Bobby's pumping thighs, and also of his cock later, almost full grown, with soft black hair and loose dangly balls, stiff and red while we jacked together.Summer CampThe summer before Bobby showed me how to masturbate, I went to summer camp. For those of you who have vivid imaginations, it was a choir camp, full of choir boys only. About twelve of us slept in one room, and of course it was along time after lights out before we settled down and went to sleep. We all had flashlights and played with them, making shadows on the wall. Well, one night one of the boys had an erection, and he projected it on the ceiling. A bunch of erections must have sprung up around the room, because I remember five or six guys showing their erections to everyone. We did this every night, and boy, it was fun. I loved swimming and hiking, but I was also really, really eager to get into bed and play. Even though, amazingly, I didn't know about stroking, I would have orgasms. I remember watching on another boy's twitching penis shadow on the wall, and the next time I came I showed everybody, too.I have vivid memories of the boy in the bed next to me, because I was always watching him play with his dick. It was little, like all of ours, and looked like mine but skinny. He was always playing with the tip, and one day he put iodine or something on the tip so it was bright red! It stayed there for the rest of camp.Before going to bed, we'd run around naked a lot. One boy always was stiff, and most of us were stiff a lot. We all thought it was fun and exciting. One boy would wrestle a lot, and we'd watch if he was wrestling with another boy. I remember one time he got another boy on his back and rubbed his hard dick on his stomach until the other boy pushed him up.Of course we had lots of towel fights, and would always get an erection when we were running around and snapping each other. The boys with erections were special targets, which made it even more exciting! To defend ourselves when we were getting snapped too much, we'd grab and wrestle the other boys, and I remember how good it felt to rub against another smooth body. Mmmmmmm! (In high school I was embarrassed a couple of times because I couldn't help get an erection during towel fights).Paper BoyThe next hot shot I had was very brief, but has grown and changed in my mind into a full fantasy. I delivered newspapers in a tall apartment building. As a preteen I was really hot about masturbation, and any morning that the papers were late, I'd open my pants do a little. If there was an old paper around, I'd look at the lingerie or movie ads and get pretty excited. My papers were delivered before dawn outside the building across the street. Usually it was before dawn, and so I would notice whose lights were on. One apartment usually turned on lights while I was sorting my papers. The way I delivered, I would take the elevator to the top, then run down the stairs. I could slide the papers down the hall to people's doors. One morning the papers were a little late, and I was fooling with myself when the truck came. I hastily covered myself but I still had a hard on when I was sorting. I began my run, and when I got to the 6th floor I opened the hall door and slid the paper down to the door.Just then the door at the end of the hall opened that there was a tall, naked man standing there. "Come here," he said.I went down to see him. His cock was longer than my dad's, and had more hair. I was nervous and a little afraid."Try not to hit the door with the paper, ok? It doesn't bother me, but it might wake some people up.""Yes, sir."I looked down at the ground, but my eyes kept going up to his crotch."Thank, you.""Ok, sir, bye," and I continued my run down the stairs.I figured out that his apartment was the one with the light on every morning--an early riser. After my encounter with the man on the 6th floor, I imagined he was watching me. The idea thrilled and scared me.The first time I stroked after seeing him naked, I got really turned on about it, Then later, home in bed, I began to fantasize more. Perhaps he was masturbating, too, and that's why he was naked. After that, every time I would masturbate on the street, I'd position myself so that maybe he could see me.When I went to collect the bill, I was sure something would happen, and I hoped I'd see him naked again. But it was all just casual and normal.Not too long after, we moved away and I stopped delivering papers. But my fantasy continued. I never forgot the way his puffy cock stuck out of its long black hairs. I imagined a different scenerio when I went to collect the bill. In this one he answers the door, naked, with an erection, and invites me inside. He tells me to take off my clothes, and I do. I have a big erection. We stand facing each other, masturbating together. It never fails to make me hard!An even hotter set of balls came into my life when I was a teenager, and they hung from a foot long cock belonging to my English teacher. But that will have to wait for another day.An even hotter set of balls came into my life when I was a teenager, and they hung from a foot long cock belonging to my English teacher.