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  Arly's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:42 AM - Replies (2)

   


I grew up with my cousin Robbie. He lived a few blocks away, and we spent most days at his house being babysat by his older sister. We were best friends and more. We lived at each other's houses, took baths together, slept in the same bed every weekend and over school breaks. We always had other friends, and we spent some weekends at other friends' houses, usually at the same time anyway. But half the time either of us spent with anyone, was spent with each other.
By the time we were ten, we were watching porn and beating off at the same time. It wasn't very often, but we did it at my house when we could on weekends, usually late at night. We got skateboards for Christmas that year, our firsts, and that was the winter we started jacking each other off instead of ourselves. It was really fun and felt really good. We would do it while watching porno on my computer until we got our dry-orgasms. I was always first. Robbie took forever and I often got a tired arm from making him have his dry heaves. But when he got off, he got off. His dick thrashed hard, and it was even hard to hold onto as it jumped all around. I remember how his legs always bent and straightened out, over and over, like he was running in place. It took a while, but he'd sure get there. My dick would jump when I got there too, but nothing like his would. We called it his dancing dick trick.
We were really looking forward to skateboarding when the weather got warmer, but he moved over Easter break. Clear across the country. I didn't see him again until summer break when we went down to visit them in their new house. He had a couple new friends, but we spent a lot of time alone together. We even did our porn thing pretty much every night I was there. It was just 'the porn thing' to us then. Not really 'sexual' or 'emotional' or anything. Just a really fun thing to do together. But now we'd only be together maybe three or four times a year. Summers looked good. But still.
We hardly saw each other after that summer. Just a few short visits over holidays at different family houses with other relatives and kids, so we didn't get up to anything together again for quite a while.
We'd have quick, short, secret conversations many times over the next three years - about jerking off to porn. We only got to talk about it. But we talked about it quite often. He seemed to be looking forward to it almost as much as I was.
It was actually three years before we were alone together again. Three, long, years - living on opposite sides of the continent.
We saw each other several times a year, but always with lots of other family. We have a huge family. Holiday get-togethers are massive, and often there are two or three at the same time, every season, all across the country. Other than that, it was a photo now or then at some holiday somewhere with family or a picture taken at a camp or home. He was.... hot. I mean it. As I began to notice boys more and more, Robbie was getting hot.
It was summer break at my house. We were thirteen. He was almost fourteen. He came up to stay a couple weeks - the first time since that first summer he'd moved three years ago. I had a few friends, but none I even dared to talk about jerking off together. I knew I was way more interested in doing that with my guy friends than I should be, but I liked what I'd done with Robbie and wanted to do that with more guys. I wasn't very interested in girls. At least not yet. I never did get all that interested in them.
Anyway, it'd been three years since Robbie and I had a chance to even spend any time alone. He was staying at my house for two weeks, and most of my few friends were going on vacations too, so only Pete would be hanging around much. Robbie was way taller, and his white-blond hair was way longer, and so curly, and he looked so much older. His big blue eyes were huge now, and his face was wider and more handsome. I guess I had changed too. I'd gotten pubes and was squirting some now, which Robbie had told me he had and was too the last time we saw each other over Christmas break.
I was busting to see his dick and balls. And his entire body. I noticed his nice bulge and nice butt, and how he was shaped nice and sturdy and sexy all over. He was even hotter in person!
After Pete and Robbie met, and we had a couple sleepovers with the three of us, it was just Robbie and me the third or fourth night. Finally. I'd been thinking about being alone with him and my computer almost constantly. I'd managed to beat off in the bathroom a few times with them there. They'd probably done the same. I wondered about it, but didn't dare bring it up. I knew Pete did it. He said he did it, anyway. He was still hairless and small down there. I'd seen it a few times, on dares or taking a piss somewhere, that kind of thing. He knew I had pubes and shot cum. He wasn't interested in looking at porn together. He said he did that stuff alone.
Pete went home for dinner and we wouldn't see him tomorrow at all. After dinner, my folks watched TV in the front room. Robbie sat down on my bed and said, "So you wanna do some porn and jackin' later? For sure?"
"Heck yeah. You?"
"Sure. I miss it a lot. Jerking off alone is kind of boring."
"Yeah."

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  Anderson's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:41 AM - Replies (1)

   


I was born and grew up in a very small, very rural Indiana town. Less than 2,000 people lived in the town limits, and less than another thousand lived in the rest of the county. In the neighboring counties on all sides were bigger cities: to the south was the state capitol, which was home to over a million people. But around my little town was nothing but farms and forest preserves and reservoirs. At least my folks weren't farmers and I wasn't a farm kid. Mom worked at the only hospital around, in the next town over, dad owned a plot of land outside town where he had a junk yard and recycling center where his family's old house still stood but was in too bad of a condition to live in.
The town had a gas station, a police station with an unmarked police car, a drug store, a flower and party store, a hardware and ag store, and a pizza shop. When I was twelve, the couple that owned the pizza shop sold it to a guy who moved into the apartment next to it.
There was an elementary school, but seventh and eighth grades went to the junior high in the next county, about fifteen miles away. The high school was almost twenty miles away in almost the same direction, the same town where mom worked at the hospital.
I had an older brother and two younger sisters. James was eighteen when I was sixteen, when I messed around with someone else for the first time. Not my brother. Though, Jimmy and me had done a lot of show-and-tell and brotherly 'nad grabbing. I'd seen him beating off the first time when I was eleven. I don't think it was his first time. I sometimes wondered if that was at least partly why I turned out gay. I doubt it. But I did think about it a lot, and tried to see it again. Which I did. More often than he knew. By the time I turned sixteen I didn't try catching him at it much anymore. I was more interested in sex with someone not my brother than peeking on him when he beat one off.
So, I grew up in this tiny little town, seeing bigger towns when I went to other schools, and I'd been to the big city a few times. When I turned fifteen, I was pretty gangly and awkward. I was growing fast and was the tallest guy in my tenth grade class. I had red hair and blue-gray eyes, a few light freckles, a kind of long, narrow face, and was almost horse-faced. But I had a strong jaw and a big smile. I was doing okay in school, not great, I was no brain, and okay at sports. Not great there either. I liked baseball the most, and played it for the most part, but wasn't very good. My arms and legs were so long, they seemed to get in my own way more often than doing what I wanted them to.
By the time I was sixteen, I was pretty tall and less skinny, gaining some muscles from baseball and some wrestling and weight lifting. My folks gave me a car before my birthday, one dad had picked up and fixed up at the junk yard. Seven-year-old Mustang. V6 and a four-speed. Triple black convertible. My friends were so jealous. Almost everyone was.
And I started getting a lot of attention from the girls. I'd been glad to avoid that so far, but now girls were coming up to me and talking to me and asking if I was going out with anyone and what I was doing on this day or that day.
I really didn't know what I was going to do. But I knew I needed a job for gas and insurance and just to have my own money.

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  Andie
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:39 AM - Replies (1)

   

I was a pretty good looking guy, who was getting plenty of attention from the girls, but I was interested in the guys. I kept that as hidden as I could, and even went out on a date with one now and then.
When I turned sixteen, I got my first job so that I could get a car. My parents agreed to match my funds. I knew the car I wanted, and I talked to the owner. He agreed to stop trying to sell it for a couple months while I got a job and came up with the $1,000. I needed to make $500 myself, and my folks would pay the other half. But there was also insurance and gas registration and tags. I needed at least $700 of my own.
I started working as a grocery sacker at the local market. It paid minimum wage, and was thirty hours a week. I started on a Monday, and was trained by Josh, the lead grocery sacker. And, oh, god, so hot. It was funny how much he looked like the grocery boy in an movie that was a couple years old called The Hearse. Google it and the actor's name, Perry Lang. They could have almost been twins, but I thought Perry was even hotter. Anyway, Josh was nineteen and had graduated last year. He had his own apartment and his van was the coolest ride around. It was all black with a bed in back, carpeted floor, walls, and ceiling, a sink, lights, mirrors, curtains, the whole shaggin' wagon thing.
So Josh trained me how to sack groceries, and gather carts from the lot, facing shelves, and cleaning up around the store. He was very nice and we got along great. He had this funky grin, all lopsided and cute. I really liked working next to him doing stuff. I could get the hottest peeks at times! By the end of my first week I was told I did well and was done training.
Over the next few weeks I worked hard, but it was going to take a while to get that $700, so I really needed to work more hours. I asked the manager and was told he didn't need me for any more hours.
Josh worked at the store just a few more hours than I did, but he had the coolest van, and money for other things. I asked him one day how he could afford the van and insurance and other things on what he made. He said he did some things on the side. I asked what, and he said he couldn't tell me, but he might tell me some day.
Well, not long after that, Josh took a week off, and I got more hours. I was almost halfway to getting that the car, but I only had a couple weeks left before the owner was going to put it back in the newspaper for sale.
When Josh came back, he had hurt his ankle. He could sack and do some other things around the store, but not everything, so I got to keep a few of his hours and make a little bit more. But I needed to make even more. So I started looking around for a better job.
One day Josh asked me if I could help him with his groceries after work. He lived on his own and bought his groceries at our store on discount. I said sure. When it was almost time to close, he got a cart and hobbled around getting his groceries. I finished cleaning up and helped him get the rest.
He checked out, we bagged his groceries, said goodnight to the manager and the clerk, and we took his groceries out to his van. We put the sacks in the back, and he asked if I wanted to get high, to pay me back for helping out.
I had never gotten high before, and since this was Josh, the coolest guy I knew, I said sure. We climbed in the back of his van, closed the doors, and he got a joint out of the drawer under the sink.
"You never got high before, have you?" he asked as he got ready to light the joint.
"No, not really."

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  Andy's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:38 AM - Replies (1)

   


I grew up living just around the corner from Tim. We were born less than a month apart, and our parents ended up meeting and becoming friends, so we spent a lot of time being babysat together by our moms in turn, then we went to school together. We were best friends from birth.
About the time we turned twelve, home computers were becoming common and the internet was still a fairly new thing. So we both wanted computers, and we both got one. Both used, with monochromatic screens and plug-in modems you could hear when they dialed up to connect to the internet. I got mine on my birthday, a couple of weeks before he got his.
So, being twelve, we looked up tits and boobs and naked chicks. A lot. Those fuzzy, black, white, and gray images weren't all that great, but they were all we had. We had our first turned-on boners together. We giggled and showed each other.
We'd done that before, but never in such a sexually charged way. It had been a while, too. A year or more, maybe. It had been curiosity and such, but this time it was more about boners and naked chicks. It seemed kind of weird. Still, I nodded and we dropped our pants and underwear and showed our boners.
We'd compared before, too. He'd always had the longer one while I had the fatter one. No different that time. His was long and thin and stuck up almost forty-five degrees toward the ceiling. Mine was shorter and fatter, and stuck out just above horizontal. We laughed at how both our boners bobbed up and down.
After he got his computer, and after we'd looked at those fuzzy, monochrome pictures together quite a few times, we confided in each other that we jacked our dicks now. We agreed it felt awesome and we loved to do it.
Then, one day, a friend at school offered to let us have a look at a Hustler magazine for a quarter. It was out on the playground. We stood around in a group and handed our quarters to Mike, and then he held up the magazine and flipped through it, page by page. Full-color, sharp and in focus, no flickering. Not just boobs, either. Bush, and fingers spreading pussy lips open, and all the details.
My first real sexual feeling. The blurry, monochrome images Tim and I had seen on the internet had kind of turned me on, and jacking off was great, but those magazine pictures did it so much better. I was tingly all over, not just in my pants.
At home after school, Tim told me it was his first real tingly boner too. We both laughed and giggled and grabbed our packages and talked about how sexy it was. We wished we could see such things on our computers.
"Is yours still hard?" he asked.
"Yeah!"

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  Anthony
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:36 AM - Replies (2)

   


It was 1986, I was twelve, and I knew that I was gay. I'd played around with a couple friends by then. Mostly just touching boners, tickling balls, and dares to put it in our mouths. No sucking though. Just kids' stuff. But enough to know by the time I was twelve and getting pubes that I liked boys far more than girls. That was what I liked the most about being in the boy scouts - being around the other boys and the older guys.
I was masturbating regularly, but I still hadn't had an orgasm. Not even a dry one. As I played with myself it felt great, but then it would feel like I was going to pee out of control all over myself, so I always stopped. I didn't know any better. Sex education back then wasn't very comprehensive, so to speak, and I didn't have any friends my age close enough to talk with about sex or jacking off to know about orgasms.
I was still in the Boy Scouts. I'd always liked it, but now I liked being in the Scouts mostly because I could see the other boys swimming or changing. And just being around the other boys and the older guys. Not only for those reasons, there were other good things about being in the Scouts too.
I was never popular as a kid, and I always got along better with adults and younger kids than I did with my peers, so when it came time to go to Scout summer camp I was very scared that I would get stuck in a tent with someone that didn't like me. To keep that from happening, I soon picked out an adult leader and got him to let me stay in his tent. At the time it was normal and no big deal to do it.
I decided I would ask Tim. I have no idea why I picked him. I guess it was my gaydar? He was nineteen and a Scout Leader. He wasn't a stand-out looker, mostly pretty average. He had brown hair and eyes, average height for his nineteen years, strong and sturdy but not fat. He was nice enough to me often enough that I asked him if I could stay with him in his tent.
I didn't have any plans, so to speak, I just knew he was nice to me. I kind of hoped we would end up doing something, but I had no idea really what 'something' might be. I only knew that I liked guys in a sexual way, and he was nice, and nice looking.
It started out the first night. We had gone to our tent for the night and had decided to play cards for a bit. We played cards and had some general talk, and I remember we asked about girl friends.
I wanted to see him naked, of course, so I got an idea. I asked him if he had ever played strip poker. He said not in a few years. I said I that had never had the chance.
"Well we'll have to play sometime this week."
I thought, oh kewl! But that wasn't soon enough for me.
I said, "Why not tonight?"
He said, "Well, I'm starting to get a little tired. But we can start and see what happens."
"Kewl," I said.
So we played for a bit, each of us losing shoes, socks, and shirt.
I was excited about seeing him almost naked and getting to see more. It gave me a major boner.
But then he said, "We should get to bed, we got to get up early."
I was like, NO! I wanted to see him take off his pants and his underwear. I really wanted to see him naked. I hoped he had a boner too. I really wanted to see that!
I got an idea how to end the game quickly and maybe get to see him naked.
I said, "Okay, how about we just cut the deck to see who loses and has to take of his clothes?"
He said, "Okay."
YES!
But I lost. I had to get undressed. I was scared and worried. I had a really hard boner. He was going to see it. I knew it was probably smaller than his, and I had a lot less hair than he probably did, so he might laugh. What if he thought it was a bad thing I had a boner? What if he told someone I got naked and had a boner?
But I was turned on, and he was okay with the idea of cutting the deck to see who got naked, so, he knew that one of us was going to get naked.
So I got up and pushed my Scout pants and underwear down and stepped out of them, and showed him my very hard boner and my few pubes. I was really embarrassed and horny at the same time.
He watched, smiled, then said, "You have a nice one."
I was so relieved when he didn't laugh, or go tell someone, or something like that! And happy that he said it was nice.
"Thanks!"

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