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  Logan's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:25 PM - 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?"

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  Lucas's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:23 PM - Replies (1)

   



I had just turned fifteen. My best friend, Josh, had just had his fifteenth birthday party and I was staying over again, this time just the two of us. School was out, so we were going to have all day Monday alone at his place.
I loved that idea. I was gay, and had told my parents, and Josh, but no one else. I was considering which of my other friends I could tell also.
So, Josh's party was Saturday night, and several of us had stayed over after his party and had a great time. His folks had a great rec room downstairs with all the goodies, including a full-sized pool table and some upright arcade games. Real throwback stuff like Asteroids and Centipede kind of stuff. Yeah, our folks are loaded, we're lucky that way.
What we're not lucky with is our looks. Josh and I and our friends are kind of dorky. Smart, but geeks. A couple of our friends are total dweebs, but Josh sure wasn't. He was nearly normal enough to fit in with the 'normies' if he wanted to give up gaming and other dorky pursuits. But he didn't, and I was very glad of that fact.
Josh was actually hot as far as I'm concerned. He looked a lot like this guy. Sort of like Anthony Michael Hall. A bit. I was more like this guy. I didn't look like anyone famous. And I sure liked how Josh looked. Every year I wished he was in my gym class, so I could see him naked, but so far no luck.
Anyway, I'd told Josh I was gay, and he was pretty cool with it, like I knew he'd be. He was not only my best friend, he was the coolest guy I knew. So we'd talked about it a few times, and I liked talking to him about being gay, but I didn't want to push my load onto him, so I refrained from telling him very much and tried not to talk to him about it very much.
I sure couldn't tell him how much I liked him. I was pretty much in love with him. He was simply such a great guy, and he was so cute.
Back to the day after his party and sleepover. Most of the guys left by noon, the rest were gone by dinner. His folks ordered in some great Chinese and we had a great time. His folks were cool, and Josh said I should tell them I was gay. But then I'd feel weird about being over at his place and his folks knowing that I was gay, and probably wondering if we were... you know. So I didn't want to tell them. Not yet, anyway.
So, Sunday evening, after dinner, as we're heading up to his room, his mom tells him to try on the clothes his grandparents sent. She wanted to know if they fit and if he liked them, or if she should go exchange them. Josh goes, "Yeah, okay, fine."
So we get to his room and mess around for a while, and his mom stops by on her way to bed.
"Did you try on those clothes?"
"Not yet."
"Well, do it. I want to take them to work with me tomorrow so I can exchange them on the way home."
"Fine."
"I mean it. If you don't have them sorted in the morning, you'll be stuck with them."
"Okay. I will."
She leaves, I win the game we're playing, and Josh gets up and heads to the stack of clothes. He takes off his shirt, then his jeans, and then tries on clothes one at a time, asking me my opinion. Some of them are awful, some are okay, a couple are really nice.
The best part is seeing Josh in his boxerbriefs. It was a rare treat! We'd changed in front of each other a few times, no big deal, but it was really sort of different now that he knew I was gay and probably suspected how much I liked it now. It was pretty cool of him to do it in front of me now. It proved to me he wasn't worried about me being gay or anything.
Man, Josh was hot. Kind of skinny, but not overly so. Lean and trim, and pretty smooth and clean. I already liked a clean look and not hairy.
So he tries on pants and shirts, giving me a lot of time to see his body in those tight boxerbriefs he likes.
There was no way to not know he was well hung. It wasn't hard or anything, it was just that his soft, cotton boxerbriefs didn't hide anything. It hung and swayed with his balls, and it was pretty clear it was hanging down something like five inches or so.
What a great show! I don't have to tell you I was boned solid.
When he'd tried on all the clothes, he gives me this look, standing there in just his boxerbriefs.
"What?" I ask, all suspicious.

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  Luke's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:22 PM - Replies (1)

   


I was fourteen. I knew I was gay already. I knew I liked Dakota way too much. Dakota was a couple of months older than me, taller, smarter, and really hot.
I guess you could say I was in love with him. But how could I not be? He was so nice, thoughtful, kind, really just a great guy. And he was so cute. Blond hair, sort of straight, and blue eyes. Soft, round face, big smile, nice red lips that were really juicy. He had a few extra pounds, not many, but he sure wasn't a skinny little dork like me. His legs were slightly thick and firm. His butt was so plump and inviting. And his pants proved he was growing into them in front, too. He was always so much fun. We got along like we were the same person or something.
I never got tired of spending time with him. I did with other friends, and I even got sick of other friends. But never Dakota. And he never seemed to get tired of hanging out with me. He'd stay at my place and I'd stay at his place all the time. We went everywhere together. With other friends sometimes, too. We always played games online together.
Yeah, I was sure I was in love with him. I guess it was harder to be gay before, but there are guys at my high school who say they are. None are my friends, but I want to get to know them. But it's really hard to. I'm so worried about being seen with them, and people knowing I'm gay. We live outside Chicago, in Crystal Lake. It's a sort of fancy suburb. Big houses, nice streets, all that. The GLBT club has only a few kids that belong to it, and I don't have the guts to even think about it. Plus, the only guy I really like is Dakota, and he's not gay. He's just my best friend.
He was staying over at my place one night. We stayed up late and messed around like normal. Had a good time. I kept thinking about how to try to get him to let me in his pants. I'd do anything to get in them, just once. Just for a little while. Anything.
But I couldn't think of anything. I was also very afraid of saying or doing something that would tip him off about me being gay. I didn't think he'd hate me for it, I was more afraid he would be really pissed at me. He'd never made fun of someone by calling them a fag, not even during games online. He hardly ever made fun of anyone, ever. He was nice.
We'd changed clothes in front of each other a few times, and if he found out I was gay, I just knew he'd know that I liked doing that, and that every time, I was watching him as closely as I could.
Dakota in his underwear was... wow. Just... wow. He was starting to grow down there, and really growing, too. Filling out his underwear, jiggling and wiggling. Gosh.
Anyway, we were up late one night. We were watching television, and a show had this couple making out and having sex. Steamy, with lots of skin and peeks of boobs and butts. I started popping wood. I kept wishing it was me and Dakota.
"Wish I could get laid," he said.
"Who don't?" I asked.
I looked over at him. He was blushing. He had the cutest blush. Hell, he was cute anyway, but blushing, totally hot. He had that cute, shy grin going, too.
We went back to watching the couple have sex. They even showed the guy's face as he came, and her face. Really steamy.
"Givin' me blue balls," he said, snickering.
"I know," I agreed.
I wished I could see them. Or take care of them for him.
I glanced at his lap, accidentally. I didn't mean to. He saw that I did.
"Dude, trying to check out my stiffie?"
"Uh, no. Perv," I said, as if disgusted.
He laughed, still blushing and so cute. I wished I had the guts to tell him I was, and I wanted to see it. Hold it. Play with it.
"Wanna see it?" he asked.
"What?"
Hell, yes! But I couldn't say that. Ever.
"Wanna see? Show you mine if you show me yours."
Holy shit!
"What? You serious?" I asked, hoping that somehow he was, that it wasn't some trick to see if I was a homo.
He looked serious. Scared, even. A little worried, too, maybe.
He opened the button on his jeans. Then he unzipped them. I felt my dick going into full-blown hard-on mode. And my guts went liquid. He pulled his jeans open, then stopped.
"Show you if you show yours."
"Uh, okay."

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  Mace's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:20 PM - Replies (1)

   


My first sexual encounter was in 1979, when I was twelve - but it was with the neighbor girl.
I lived in a small farming town more than an hour from any kind of city. At twelve I was just starting to get interested in sex things. I was getting boners sometimes, but I didn't know how to masturbate properly. I'd just sort of play with it until I got bored or distracted or interrupted. My bedroom window looked almost directly into her bedroom window, and we'd sort of talked to each other that way a few times as we grew up. We'd sort of been friends since we were both really little. I saw her in her window in just her bra and panties a few times, and when I was changing I sometimes saw her watching me. We both started keeping our curtains open and peek. It became a sort of game, I think.
So, the summer after sixth grade, I was twelve, and getting interested in sexy stuff. We'd been giving each other peeks sometimes. Sort of hot. Well, I was home alone one Sunday while my parents were out doing garage sales and then the grocery shopping. I was in the shed in the back yard messing around alone. I usually had a friend over, but today for some reason I don't remember I was alone. She was fourteen, and quite pretty. I even sort of had a crush on her. So she walks into the workshed and says hi and we start talking. It wasn't anything new. What was new, was her asking if I wanted to see her boobs up close.
Well, duh! She said I had to show her my dick. So we went up to my bedroom and started getting undressed. The most exciting moments of my life so far! I was bone-hard before we even got upstairs, and was kind of embarrassed. But we got our clothes off and stood there naked in front of each other for a bit. I could feel my dick bouncing up and down! She had nice tits with pink nipples and a big bushy bush. Girls back then didn't trim or shave, I guess. It seemed like such a mystery down there.
"I'll let you touch my boobs if you let me touch your penis."
She actually used the word penis. I nodded without saying a word. She stepped up close and I was so shaky all over as I reached up and put both hands on her tits. I jumped and laughed when I felt her grab my dick. Man, the way her tits felt was really interesting and really nice.
She said, "Want to suck 'em?"
I nodded, and then she pulled my head down and I sucked her nipple.
Then she asked, "Want me to suck your penis?"
I stopped enjoying her boob and nodded. I watched her get on her knees, open her mouth, lean forward, and then I felt the most awesome thing ever! I kept thinking, "I'm getting a blow-job!" over and over. It felt so terrific!
She stopped, stood up, and asked me, "Want to fuck?"
I nodded again. I had no idea what to do, not really, so she guided me the entire way. Pretty soon she was on her back, her legs up in the air, and I was humping along like mad. My dick wasn't long, I didn't even have pubes yet, so it fell out often. It felt okay, pretty good, but I liked the blow-job a lot more. I guess my little dick wasn't doing much for her, so she had me get off and then she showed me how to play with her pussy and clit, and then had me eat her out. She moaned a lot, and then, when she came, I got sort of grossed out. It was all warm and slimy and nasty as far as I was concerned. She said I did a good job, got dressed, and left me alone in my room with a throbbing, aching, pounding boner. That was how I learned to masturbate, by using my fist to mimic a pussy.
That never happened again. I left my curtains open, got dressed and undressed in front of it, and even jacked it so she could see. But she kept her curtains closed. We talked sometimes after that, but sex seemed off the table. It was bogus, but what could I do?
One thing I did was tell my friends. I didn't say who, just told them all about it.
Then seventh grade started.
Things got weird for me. It was the gym class showers. Seeing naked guys was turning me on something scary. I loved seeing all those dongs dangling and hanging, and those balls swinging. Some guys were as smooth as me, some had some hair, and some of the eighth graders had even more pubes and bigger dicks and balls. I knew it was too interesting to me.
It got worse when I realized I was thinking about guys when I jacked off.
By the end of seventh grade I had some pubes coming in, my dick was growing, and my balls were filling out. I was also squirting when I jacked it now. I loved that. It felt so much better, and I loved eating my cum. It was so neat, too. All slippery and sticky and gooey. The taste was sweet and salty and a lot like mushrooms - which I liked on pizza, in meatloaf, with steaks, saut�ed or fried or just about any way.

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  Mason's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:13 PM - Replies (1)

   


I grew up in a strongly Catholic family. I had two older sisters and a younger one. My earliest memories are of going to the church down the street. It was a huge stone building, with many statues and paintings and decorations.
When I was about eight or nine, a lady who usually sat next to us in church said I had a wonderful voice after hearing me singing very loudly along with the congregation. It was a song I liked very much and I enjoyed singing to it, so one day I really let go and put my lungs into it. We were on our way out after the long service, which I mostly found boring, except for the songs. She stopped us just outside the door and told my and my family that I sounded like an angel, and that I should try out for the choir.
Well, after a few days of practicing with my mom, who played piano and was teaching me to as well, we went to the church on Thursday night and I sang as mom played, and the priest in charge of the youth choir listened.
"That was astounding!" Father Smith said, smiling so widely at me that I felt almost ashamed of myself. "You have such a beautiful voice, Mason!"
He talked to us about the days the choir met to practice, and the fact that I would have to arrive at the church early for every mass and assembly. It would take a lot of time, but it seemed like such a good way to spend time. So I said I was interested.
Father Smith asked if I could stay a while and talk about it some more. Of course I would. When a priest asks you to do something, it's about the same as a police officer demanding you do something. Or your parents. Any request by a priest was solid orders.
So I stayed as my proud mother left. Her smile at me was amazing.
Father Jones put his arm over my shoulders and steered me toward the pews. We sat near the front.
"Mason, you want to be in the choir. Yes?"
"Yes, Father."
He smiled down at me, and rested his hand on my shoulder.
"It is an important thing to do, singing for the glory of God. It is important that you are not only pious and pure in intent and in your soul, but pure in body and spirit as well."
"I understand, Father."
"Yes, you are a bright boy, and I am sure you understand the usual practices to keep your body clean. But now you are in the choir, and singing for the glory of God and the congregation. Now it is important for you to be especially clean. You see, there is a cleansing ceremony you should undergo, to clean your body as well as clean as your soul. It is like a baptism, but far more involved and complicated. It is necessary to stand among the Chancell. You understand how important the Chancell is, yes?"
"Yes, Father!"
It was a special place, indeed. It was separated from the Nave and Crossing by lattices and railings. Only the choir was allowed in the area. The priests and nuns were of course, but they were especially consecrated. The members of the church were only allowed through the Crossing during weddings or funerals, and even then weren't allowed into the Chancell sides where the choir sat and stood, or where the organ and organist sat on the opposite side of the Crossing.
"Before you can join the rest of the choir in the Chancell, you must be specially consecrated. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father!"
"Good. There are a couple of special requirements and preparations we both must perform, and then we meet here, pray, and then go to the baptismal font in the residency where we will consecrate you."
"Yes, Father."
"Good. Now, this is important. You must not brag or show excessive pride in such a thing. God does not like such things, you understand?"
"Yes, Father."
"This is an act of humility. One between me, you, and God. You mustn't tell anyone about it, as it is a private function of the church, and nothing to be spread around or talked about. It is much like the confession, you understand?"
"Yes, Father."
"Good." He patted my shoulder, smiled at me, and leaned down to kiss the crown of my head.
His hand slid down from my shoulder to my back. He rubbed my back softly as he told me the next things.
"Firstly, let's plan this for Monday night. You will not be able to join the choir in the Chancell until after your consecration, so this weekend you will remain with the congregation during mass, and practice with the choir every day. But after your consecration, you will join the choir during masses."
"Yes, Father."
"Now, I want you to refrain from eating on Sunday and Monday. A two day fast is a sign of your willingness to suffer a little deprivation for Christ, The Father, and The Holy Spirit."
"Yes, Father. I'll not eat anything after Saturday night."
"Good. I will give you a few pills to take Sunday just before mass. Take them just before you leave for mass with a glass of water. One is a vitamin, another is a dose of fish oils, and the third is herbs that are part of the purification process. They may upset your stomach, but in the old days, it was required to eat a lot of different fish and plants, and they would often make you feel ill. But now we can use modern medicine to make it far less unpleasant. Then, attend mass as usual, and remember not to eat. I will speak to your parents tonight and let them know you will be fasting for two days, and that you can stay home from school on Monday."
"Thank you, Father."

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