11-15-2025, 09:06 PM
When I was nine, I fooled around with with my best friend. We didn't do much, but I sure did love to be naked. Even back then, about fifty years ago, I knew I liked smooth boy butt. I moved away before we could get into too much trouble, and I hit a dry spell until I was twelve.
Then my life changed when I was discovered by some older boys while playing outside naked. I lived on the edge of a suburb, surrounded by ranches and places you could go that were sort of forest like, at least what passed for forest in that part of California. You could follow trails from the road and find areas off the trails in the tall bushes where all kinds of kids went for fun.
I didn't have very many friends back then, I was twelve, about 5'4', and almost 180 pounds. I was a normal looking kid but for one thing - I had boytits. And a big round belly. And as if that wasn't enough, my cock was maybe 4"when hard, but barely an inch when soft. I was a grower, not a shower, and not much of a shower at that. On top of all that, very little body hair yet. I had some pubes, otherwise I was smooth as could be, so I really did have tits. I have to shave them now, but they have stayed high and firm, good genes I guess. And even back then my nipples were a big part of my solo sex life. If I was horny they were erect, and stuck out a good 1/4'. When I masturbated, I always played with them for a while before my hand dropped to my cock. I think all the time I spent pinching and pulling and putting clothes pins on them served to make my tits huge by the time was eighteen, about a small c-cup. It wasn't fat, it was breast material, I think I gave myself Gynecomastia. At the time I had no idea that I would grow to love them! For the first 30 years of my life I hated having tits.
In the summer I would find a place in the bushes, they were all easy to find once you discovered your first one - the weeds were all mashed flat, plenty of empty beer bottles and cigarette butts, and if you really got lucky, some magazines. Mostly Playboy, but some XXX stuff, and even a fetish mag if I really got lucky.
I really liked the Bondage magazines, and anything with a young theme! If only the internet was around back then. Nothing gay, but at twelve I wasn't sure what I was, so I was happy to get naked, walk around, but never so far that I couldn't get back into the bushes if I heard somebody coming along the trail. I made up rules, like I could not go back until I found a certain kind of rock or leaf, or a brand of beer can, each time the rule getting more obscure so I would have an excuse to stay out longer and get farther away.
I was able to tell myself "It was the rule," so I could not chicken out. Once I completed the quest, I went back to my hiding place and jacked off. Pretty lame, I know, but what's a kid gonna do? One day, after a few weeks of this I walked into my hiding place, and I guess I had gotten careless by now, I didn't notice an older boy in there until it was too late.
As I turned to run out, he said,"So I guess you don't want your clothes back?"
I stopped dead in my tracks in the little tunnel from the trail into the bushes. We didn't have a clear view of each other.
"Well?" he asked.
"Yes."
"So what ya gonna do to get"em back?"
"Please, just give them back. Or I'll tell,"I said rather weakly.
"You'll tell? Who will you tell that you were running around naked in the woods and lost all your clothes, kid?"
"The police."
"Now that isn't going to happen and you know it, so shut up and get back in here!"
Knowing I was screwed, I walked back in, trying to cover myself as best I could.
"That's a good little boy, you wouldn't got far. Okay guys, get in here."
Two other boys walked into the small clearing. All three of them looked older then me, which was good, since that meant they didn't go to my junior high. They looked like high school kids to me.
The one who caught me was tall, maybe six feet, and really buff. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt and had long hair. It was the seventies, so a lot of us did. Mine was long and I was cursed with my mother's curly hair. I guessed he was seventeen or eighteen - and it turned out I was right about that - he was going to be a senior next fall. The two who came in from where they had been waiting to jump me were younger and not as cool looking as the older one. I remember thinking months later that I must have really been zoned out not to have seen them or noticed anything was going on.
The other two boys were fifteen or so, both about 5"7', one really skinny and the other kind of chubby.
"Well, what the fuck!"the skinny one said, "You weren't kidding about him."
"I thought for sure you were shitting us,"the other added.
"What's your name?"the first guy asked me.
"Spencer."
Oh shit, why didn't I think to lie?
"Is he really as tiny as you said?"
"Turn around and drop your hands, Spencer."
In the seventh grade we didn't take a shower after PE, so nobody had seen me nude since I was like eight or nine, and I knew my body was not something to be proud of, so I wanted to keep it hidden.
"No, I don't want you see my dick."