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  Vinces
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:51 AM - Replies (1)

   


I grew up with four older brothers and an older sister. My brothers got into wrestling, so I did a lot of wresting around as a kid. I went to a lot of my older brothers' wrestling matches. It was okay, but being the smallest of the brothers, I lost all the time. So I didn't get into wrestling. But at least I learned to be fast and agile to get away from my older brothers who wanted to wrestle.
I was a pretty early bloomer. At twelve I was starting puberty. When I started seventh grade, my friends were still smooth and hairless down there, but I wasn't. I had a growing patch of pubes, my dick was bigger and longer, and I had bigger balls. I was the biggest boy in those ways in all of my gym class in seventh grade - only eighth grade boys were bigger or had more pubes. I was also beating off regularly. I was lean and wiry, and very agile. I was sucking my own dick every day. Not all the way, I had to breathe, but I could do it. And boy, did I ever do it. It felt amazing. I could only get about half of the head in my mouth, but it sure felt great. When I started squirting stuff, it felt even better. I loved the taste of it, and the feel of it.
I soon found out I was a natural gymnast. All the squirming away from my older brothers and the speed I developed getting away from them, and the flexibility from sucking myself off really paid off. By the middle of seventh grade I had joined the gymnastics team. Some kids had been doing gymnastics since they were kids, but I was just beginning to learn. But I was pretty good and I really liked it. I made a couple new friends on the team. By this time, I was nearly thirteen and very developed for my age. And I was attracted to the other boys. I was worried about being gay, but I hoped I would soon like girls. It was a huge turn-on to touch and handle the other guys as we stretched and worked out. I'd get so hard!
Over the summer, as my older brothers went to summer wrestling camps, I went to my first gymnastics camp. It was eight weeks at a huge hotel in a big city that had a big gym next door to it. Two guys shared a room together. I was assigned a room with a guy named Randy from almost the other side of the state. He was the same age as me, but slightly smaller. We were also workout buddies, so we practiced with each other, stretched with each other, ate with each other, and slept with each other. There were showers connected to the gym, but almost no one used them. Most of us changed and showered in our rooms.
Randy was a nice guy and we got along great. He wasn't as developed as I was, but he had hit puberty, no doubt. When you sleep, eat, stretch, work out, and practice with a guy, you know a lot about him. Especially about his body. I mean, we touched each other almost all day every day, doing stretches and spotting and helping. So Randy and I were around each other from waking up to going to sleep, all day, every day. No wonder we became really good friends.
I knew Randy had something nice in his pants. We wore gym-style shorts for the most part, but we also wore unitards during actual practice and lessons. And mandatory cups. But sharing a room, and taking showers in that room, we saw a lot of each other. He was nice looking from hair to feet. I liked his medium-brown hair, and the way he wore it. I liked his round face, his nice brown eyes, his cute nose, his nice lips, everything about his face. He had a great body, too. He was lean but not skinny, and had nice long legs and arms with good muscles, and a really nice butt. Man, sometimes his butt looked incredible! Especially in his unitard! And in these one shorts that were yellow with blue seam stripes that were tight enough to really hug his ass. And he had a package that really filled the front of almost everything he wore. Seeing him up close every day, and touching him almost all day long almost every day, man, he got me hot!
Weekdays were all about the same. We'd wake up and get dressed in our gear, then had breakfast in the cafeteria with all the other guys. Then we'd go across the street to the gymnasuim and do stretching and then practice. Then lunch with all the guys in the hotel cafeteria as usual. Then more practice and lessons and observation in the afternoon, and then the classes were over.
We'd all go back to our rooms. He would take a shower first, and come out dressed in street clothes. Then I would take my shower and beat off during it. I would leave the bathroom in my street clothes, we'd watch some TV, then we had dinner with the guys in the cafeteria as usual. After dinner, we hung around with some guys for a while, playing video games in the arcade or stuff for an hour or so, maybe more. Then we'd go back to our room and watch TV until we went to bed. We had to be in our room by ten, because one of the coaches would call by then to make sure we were. Then they would walk the halls to make sure we didn't leave our rooms.
Of course, showers were the only private time we had, other than using the john. So I beat off in the shower every day after practice. Judging by how long Randy's showers were, he was too.
At first, I slept in a pair of jogging shorts at night, with underwear under them.

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  Jon
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:49 AM - Replies (1)

   


I grew up before there was internet, before there were home computers, before cable television, before VCRs. Even before PFLAG or LGA. If anyone so much as suspected you were a homosexual, you were entirely outcast by everyone - friends and family. There was no one to talk to about it, not even psychologists - they would have you committed to an insane asylum against your will and conduct electro-shock therapy on you. The true modern dark times for gays and lesbians.
II lived on the edge of a small rural town in the upper Midwest, surrounded by farms. It had a small downtown area, a grade school, a middle school, and a brand new high school. A few stores, a few other businesses, but it thrived off the three factories that made farming and industrial machines.
When I started becoming attracted to the other boys in high school, I not only hid that fact from even my closest friends and my family, I tried my best to hide it from myself. I dated a girl my senior year. Back then, you didn't have casual sex. Not if you were a good person, anyway. So, some heavy petting and talk of marriage. Susan never suspected. And I soon fell in love with her.
She certainly never suspected I was also in love with Eric. We'd been friends since grade school. He was just a normal guy, like I was pretending to be. We weren't best friends or anything of the sort, just friends around school and town. Neither of us were jocks or particularly athletic, though we both liked playing baseball with our friends. During high school, I had him in my gym class both freshman and junior year.
Eric was an early bloomer, like me. We were both taller than most of our friends, and we both had pubic hair and growing privates before most of the other boys. He had the nicest blue eyes and red hair. A few freckles, but not many. He was a bit lean, so was I, but we were both strong and capable, not wimps or any such thing. He had the cutest pink nipples. And his penis had this awesome, bulbous, pink head on it. Even his ballsack was pink. Along with his red pubes, it was just such an amazing sight. Nice tight ass, too. And not very hairy at all, just a bit on his lower legs and under his arms, and by graduation, just a hint between his nice pink nipples. He still didn't have a hint of facial hair. I thought he was just the bee's knees. I'd fantasize about him when I allowed myself to think of a boy instead of a girl when I masturbated.
As I said, we weren't really friends, but we lived fairly close to each other, and some of his friends were my friends, and some of my friends were his friends. We often played baseball or other sports together with our friends, or did other things around the neighborhood together with our other friends. We never did anything together, just the two of us, because we weren't friends with each other, we just had mutual friends..

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  Rick
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:48 AM - Replies (1)

   


In 1964 I was fifteen and hitchhiking down the Oregon coast. I had been visiting a friend in Portland and was returning home via my thumb as I had other plans for the bus ticket money. My previous ride had gotten me from Portland to the coast. The rain was just starting to come down pretty steady and I was standing alongside highway 101 at the south end of Lincoln City with my thumb out. It was late afternoon and I was still a long way from home and getting wetter by the minute.
A guy in an old Plymouth pulled up and asked me where I was headed. I told him, and he said he could get me part way there, so I jumped in with him. He was a tall slim guy in his mid 30s. Second thing I noticed about him was his eyes. When he talked to me, his eyes were looking at my legs and not at my face. One of his hands was resting on his lap next to a really large bulge in his crotch. He turned the heater on high, which felt pretty good, but I was still pretty well soaked. He asked me if I had any dry clothes in my backpack. I told him that I did and that if there was a rest stop somewhere ahead I'd like to change clothes. He told me the coast highway didn't really have any rest areas. He said I could change in the car. As he said that his fingertips extended to press against the big bulge. I was getting the feeling that he might be interested in some kind of sex play. The only sex play I had known at that time was that I sure enjoyed jacking off and my cock seemed to get thicker and longer every time. I was also thinking that if I did do anything with him, I was a long way from my home town and probably no one would ever know. I didn't stop to consider any of the many dangerous things that might happen.
I replied, "Well, if your sure you don't mind."
He said "It's ok, I don't mind at all."
I took my tennis shoes off and reached into my pack in the back seat and found a pair of dry jeans and a dry tee shirt. I sat back down and proceeded to slip my wet jeans off. I noticed his eyes were fixed on my pants coming off and his fingertips were back on that big bulge. I was getting hard, and this time it wasn't just another one of the many unexpected erections that seemed to be a regular part of fifteen-year-old life. I rolled up my wet jeans to put them away, then I reached for the dry folded jeans that were on the seat between us and noticed his hand was resting on them.
He looked of at me and said, "Nothing personal, but while you have your pants off, would you be at all interested in a blow job?"
I replied "Uh, I guess so."
"Go ahead and just leave your pants off and I'll pull up an old logging road that's just up the road a ways," he said.
I was really hard by now and the thought of getting off was the only thing on my mind. I never even thought at that moment that I might get hurt or killed.
He said, "Why don't you slide over next to me so I can feel you?"
I moved next to him and his hand moved to my leg and slid up and down my thigh. His hand then moved over my penis and explored its shape and size as best he could over my tightly whites.
He turned up an old logging road and said, "Your socks are wet and dirty, why don't you take them off?"
I wasn't sure why I needed to take my socks off, but they were damp, so I took them off. He pulled up another side road that hadn't been used for a long time and parked. He turned toward me and asked if I'd ever had a blow job before. I told him that I had never. As we were talking, he was unbuttoning my flannel shirt. He asked me if I had done things with girls yet. I told him about my kissing and feeling up a girl I knew. I asked him what it was like to fuck a girl.

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  Reggie's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:45 AM - Replies (2)

   


I grew up in Fort Collins, Colorado. By high school I had several friends, but I grew up with two friends, Tyler and Brent, who lived close by. We were dorks. We got good grades, liked studying science and technology, and played a certain fantasy sword and sorcery role-playing game popular in the eighties.
I figured out I was gay by fourteen. Those junior high showers... wow. It put me in a funk for a few months, off and on, but I dealt with it by fifteen and eighth grade. I learned how to take peeks during the showers and while changing. Most of my friends were developing, as was I, and those views were all the sources of naked entertainment I had. There was no internet or online porn yet, and magazines weren't easy to find, let alone get your hands on. Fort Collins was a pretty religious little city, and those magazine were not available except in one or two places where guys under 21 weren't allowed.
So I watched my friends and many other guys grow. Man, the crushes I had. But one continued the entire time - my friend Tyler. Yeah, he was a dork and all, but a damned hot dork. To me anyway. His blond hair was all curly and wavy and sort of long, he had a long, narrow face with generous blue eyes and red lips. Great smile, great laugh, and so smart and kind and considerate. His body was nice, too. Taller than most of us, he was lean and narrow, but not so skinny you could see his ribs or hips. He had such nice big pink nipples. And, man, he was developed! Even in junior high he had one of the longest dicks in the showers. And he wasn't circumcised, hiding his head entirely, except the very, very tip. It was always long and full, never shrunken. He had nice balls, too. They were big and heavy and hung, and they swung and swayed as he walked.
Other guys were hotter, in some ways or many ways, but I always liked Tyler the most. Maybe because he was a friend, not just a guy in the showers. I knew him, and I knew he was a great guy. Whatever it was, my crush for Tyler was constant from the start of puberty. I wouldn't hesitate to say "Yes" if asked if I was in love with him. Not that anyone would dare ask me that. Or that I'd dare answer it, either. Not in the eighties as a teen. Nope.
So, when we were 16 and had just gotten our licenses and cars, my life changed forever.
One Saturday we were going to a role-playing gaming meet at one of the other area high schools. Brent was going to pick up Tyler, hit the gaming store, then pick me up after I got home from music lessons, and then drive us to the gaming meet. Well, they never showed up. I was so pissed. When I called Brent's house, his mom said he'd left on time. I called Tyler's house and he'd been picked up on time. It wasn't like one of us to not be on time or not let someone know why. In a couple of hours, Tyler's dad called me to say they'd been in an accident and were at the hospital. Brent was still unconscious and headed to surgery with head trauma. Tyler was awake with two broken arms and some bruises on his face and neck and back pain, and was getting x-rays done.
I drove to the hospital almost in tears. Okay, honestly, I was wiping my eyes a lot on the way there. When you're a dork, you have the best friends. We all know what it's like to be treated cruelly, so we don't to that to each other. We trust each other, and we'll do almost anything for each other. Dork friends are very close friends.
I had to wait for hours with their parents. Brent got out of surgery but only his parents could see him, and he probably wouldn't be awake or allowed other visitors for at least a day or two. He was in really bad shape. Tyler, though, I got to see him with his parents. He looked scary as hell. His face was swollen and bruised and he had a couple cuts. Both arms were in casts from biceps to wrists, several fingers on both hands were wrapped and splinted, and he was so drugged up he hardly said anything.
When I got home, I though how lucky I was that I'd had lessons that morning and was to be picked up later. But then, if they'd picked me up instead of going to the gaming store first, we'd not had been there that moment the cement truck had swerved. If I hadn't had the lessons, they would have picked me up later anyway, we didn't want to get to the gaming meet that early. So after thinking about it, I realized how unlucky Brent and Tyler were. It was the exact timing between my lesson and the registration opening time that decided it. So it was at least half my fault, or so I saw it. Which made me feel pretty guilty.

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  Logan's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:44 AM - Replies (1)

   


I was curious about guys, sure. I even thought about doing stuff with a few guys. I tried not to, and tried to instead focus on girls. I even dated a girl. Her name was Brie, and she was hot. She was the first girl I dated, and we'd been dating for over a year. I really liked her a lot. We hadn't done anything other than making out. I'd felt her boobs a few times through her bra or shirt, and she'd rubbed my hard-on a few times. We were talking about maybe going further after prom. I was going to get a hotel room, I'd be eighteen for a few days by then. That was months away, though. I was dying of blue-balls. At least I was having really good jackoff sessions after our dates.
She had a younger brother, Todd, who was fifteen at the time. He was openly gay, and had a boyfriend named Clinton. He was a really nice guy. Good looking, too. A little small for his age, but obviously well into puberty. But Brie was smallish too. So were their parents. Anyway, Todd was good looking and had a good looking boyfriend.
It was after the fall dance, which is why I'm thinking of it again at this time of year. Brie and I had a great time with our friends at the dance, and we made out in the parking lot for nearly an hour. She was rubbing my crotch and I was rubbing hers with one hand and holding a boob with the other that was around her shoulders. Man, it was a hot session! I was close to blowing a wad at least twice and had to take a breather. I was pretty sure she got off at least twice. I mean, she moaned, shook, and groaned and laughed.
Anyway, it got late, so I took her home. I was still boned as I walked her to the door. We kissed a bit, then she went to go inside. Out runs her little bro and his boyfriend.
"We need a ride to Mace's. Will you?" Todd asks me.
"Where?" I ask.
He tells me, and it's not very far out of my way, and Todd is a decent guy, so is Mace, and I see Brie waiting to see what I'd say, so I tell him, "Sure."
"Great!" Todd beams, and Mace goes, "Thanks!"
I say goodnight to Brie again, and the three of us head to my car. Mace and Todd get in the back seat. I start driving. In seconds, I hear heavy breathing and kissing. I get a look in my rear-view mirror and see them making out really heavy, hands in each other's pants.
"Uh, guys, can you cool it?" I ask.
They laugh and stop it, mostly.
"So no action with sis tonight, either?" Todd asked.
"None of your business," I grumped.
"From the bulge in his pants, I'd say no," Mace laughed.
"Saw that, too, huh?" Todd laughed.
"Yeah. Can't miss it. I bet he's got more than seven inches down there," Mace said.
I wasn't going to argue that. By the way, I was tall and athletic, and I'd had seven inches when I was sixteen. I was almost eight inches at the time, actually. Anyway, I didn't say anything.
"Wonder what it's like to sit on that big a one," Todd snickered.
"Probably depends on how thick it is, too," Mace said.
"Yeah," Todd laughed, then asked, "So, how thick is it, Logan?"
"None of your business," I said again, feeling embarrassed.
"Probably really thin," Mace joked. "Like a pen. Long but skinny."
"But you see that bulgy head?" Todd asked.
Cripes! I was glad it was night and they couldn't see how I was blushing.
Todd added, "I bet he has a big, fat, plump head on it, like you do."
I'd seen enough dicks, in the showers and online, to know I did have a pretty big head.
"Probably bigger than mine, though," Mace said.
They were quiet, mostly whispering for a bit, then Todd asked, "Hey, Logan, what would it take for you to show us your cock?"
"What?" I almost yelled.
"We've got almost thirty bucks," Todd said, holding the money out over my shoulder.
"You just are not serious," I said, glancing at the money in his hand near my shoulder.
"Yeah, we are," Todd said. "Mace's folks will be in bed, and we can sneak in the basement. Show us, and you can have this."
He tapped the money against my shoulder.
"I'm not showing you my dick," I said firmly.
"Not just your dick," Mace said, "I wanna see your big balls, too."
"Yeah," Todd added. "Come on. You know we won't tell anybody. We're just curious."
"You can see all the dicks you want online," I told them.
"Yeah, but that's not in real life. We want to see one for real. In person."
"And boned up," Mace added.
"No way," I said even more firmly. Then I added, "You can see each other's, if you want to see one up close and in person."
"We're tired of seeing each other's," Mace said.

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