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  Nathan
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:54 PM - Replies (1)

   


It happened while I was on vacation with my family in Canada. My mom's brother, my Uncle Steve, moved there to work. His kids, my cousins, were fifteen and seventeen, and I was thirteen. Caleb was the older one, and Declan was the younger. I hadn't seen them since I was about ten, when they had moved. We had gotten along, but hadn't seen each other since.
Just before they had moved, something weird had happened. Caleb was thirteen then, almost fourteen, Declan was twelve, and I was ten. Caleb liked tickling and wrestling. A lot. I was ten, so it was fun. At first. But then, it got weird.
One night, just before they were going to move, and we all knew about it, the three of us were wrestling around like normal in my room, ready for bed, when Caleb put his hand on my wiener. At first, it was just weird, and tickled a lot, and it was no big deal. But he kept his hand down there, and kept playing around with my wiener.
It tickled, felt weird, and I wanted to tell him to stop it, but I didn't. I laughed and said, "Oh, my God! Fag!"
Then Declan was telling me to be quiet. Things felt weird. I got scared. Then Caleb was taking my pajamas down.
I started to sit up and try to get away, but Declan held me down, saying it was fun, that I'd like it, to let Caleb show me how much fun it was.
Then I felt something really strange on my dick. It was wet and warm. I tried to sit up to see what he was doing to it, but Declan kept me on my back. It tickled and tingled weirdly, and felt kind of nice, but it was so scary. It just felt like we were doing something wrong.
But I ended up lying there, and letting Caleb do whatever he was doing. It was scary, but felt really great. Then Caleb moved and held me down while Declan did it to me. And Caleb tried to kiss me. I wouldn't let him, and said I wanted them to stop or I'd scream for my dad.
Caleb pulled my pajamas up and they let go of me. I sat up against the foot of the bed and almost wanted to cry. I didn't know what to do or say, or how to feel.
It had felt good, but wrong. Scary.
They said it was just good fun, and nothing to be so scared about. They even did it to each other right there on the floor in front of me. They pushed their pajama bottoms down and laid down next to each other on their sides, faced each other, and put their dicks in each other's mouths.
I could tell they really liked doing it. No doubt. But it was so weird! Gross! Sick-o!
My wiener was all hard and tingly. I kept touching it. It felt neat to touch it.
Then Caleb told his brother, "Jerk it off," then Declan used his hand on his brother's dick until it shot semen out.
I could tell Caleb loved it, and Declan thought it was fun, too. But it was too weird!
They stayed over at my place another couple of nights, then moved. They did the same thing every night. I watched. It made my dick tingle, and I felt weird in my stomach. It was so... scary. Weird. Bizarre.
They moved. Not long after, just a couple of days, I tried it. I did what I saw Declan doing to his own dick. Caleb had a really big one, and used his whole fist on it, but Declan's was about the same size as mine, just a little bigger, and had used a couple of fingers and his thumb on it. I did that, just a finger and my thumb. It felt great. I never stopped.
Now I was thirteen, and getting the first hairs down there, and my dick and balls were starting to grow. Now, when I played with it for a while, it leaked a clear, sticky, slippery fluid. And when I played with it for a little while more, it tingled and tickled so much I had to stop; it felt like I was going to piss everywhere!
And now, I was heading up to see them for the first time since they had moved.
On the long, three-day drive, I kept wondering if Declan and Caleb still did that together. I knew it was faggy, and them being brothers, it was even more weird. But I kept finding myself hoping that they still did, and that they would want to show me more. Or at least do the same thing again. I hoped they wanted to do that to me again, and this time, I wanted to.
I still thought about how great it had felt, what they had done to me. I suspected that they had sucked on it, but I wasn't sure. I knew they had each other. I'd watched. And I'd seen Caleb's cum. I wondered again and again if he made more now, and if Declan made any now. I also wondered why I didn't. I thought by now I should be. I was well past my thirteenth birthday, and had a few hairs there now, and it was longer and thicker. And my balls were bigger, and even had a few hairs on the sack.
It was a long drive from Kentucky to where they lived now in Canada, so we stayed at hotels. I slept on a cot in the room with my parents on the bed. I'd do it really slow and quiet. It was great. All sneaky and such.
So, the end of the fourth day of driving, we get to their house, just outside Thunder Bay, Ontario. It was a big house in the country, made of logs. It was really nice.
They all came outside as we pulled up the long drive. Uncle Steve and Aunt Shelly looked the same, but Caleb and Declan were so different. They were both so pale, for one thing.
Caleb almost looked like an adult. He had to be six-feet tall now. He still had that bright, blond hair, and his bright gray-blue eyes, though. He had almost no tan now, and his freckles were more obvious.

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  Neil's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:51 PM - Replies (1)

   


I don't really remember my first time. I remember how my best friend Shawn and I used to play with each other's dicks when I slept over at his house. His mom had something wrong with her leg, and couldn't use the stairs, so she slept in the room downstairs that was turned into her bedroom. That left me and Shawn the whole upstairs alone. I don't remember when it started, only that one night he said he knew something fun to do that Zack showed him. Zack was the teenaged son of one of Shawn's mom's boyfriends who used to live with them. They had just moved out, and I was sleeping over one night, and Shawn wanted to show me this fun thing he had learned from Zack.
I was about six or seven, and Shawn was about seven or eight. He was a almost exactly a year older than me, and the only other boy who lived anywhere near me. We lived around Salt Lake City, as in outside of the city and its suburbs. We were closer to Utah Lake than Great Salt Lake. Beautiful area. But there weren't many houses around.
So that night, Shawn showed me how to play with my dick. It was a lot of fun, that's all I can remember about it. We did that when I slept over at his house for a long time. Several years.
I remember when I was twelve, and Shawn had his thirteenth birthday party, and he had a sleepover that night. We were all twelve and thirteen, and some of us were getting pubes and growing bigger all over. We all showed our dicks and balls, and our hairs if we had any. I had only a couple long ones that were far apart, but I was pretty proud of them. Shawn had a fuzzy patch at the base of his dick. Tom had the most hairs, and the biggest dick and balls of all of us. Mike had some fuzz and the next biggest dick and balls. Then Jason had a few fuzzy hairs and a big dick and balls. The rest of us still had small dicks and small balls, and no real hairs at all.
We got boners and jerked off in front of each other. It was really fun. Especially when Tom made sperm come out of his dick. I'd seen Shawn make a sort of sticky drop of it the last few times we had jerked each other off, but Tom actually made a bunch of drops shoot out of his dick. Mike made a couple drops at the tip, like Shawn could do, and Jason just made the tip of his dick kind of wet.
I wondered that night if I was gay. Most of my friends talked about girls now, and I did when they did, but I preferred looking at guys. I wasn't all that sexually interested in guys, but girls were just not interesting at all. When I did think sexually about anything, it was about boys. I liked looking at boys' butts. I liked guessing at what was making those bulges in boys' pants. Girls' breasts were jiggly and gross. Girls seemed weird and boring. I wasn't sure I was gay, but I was sure worried about it.
The next weekend I slept over at Shawn's like usual, and no other guys came over, almost like usual, and Shawn and me jerked each other off, like usual. And like was usual now, Shawn made a couple drops of sticky and slippery jizz when he grunted and groaned, and then his dick got soft. Mine stayed hard, as usual, and as usual I kept jerking myself off once Shawn had his sprinkles.
We went to junior high school, and I saw boys in the showers. Wow. Now I had no doubts I was gay. Seeing boys naked, and wet, and sometimes bent over, I knew what I wanted to do with my dick. I loved gym class. I wasn't particularly sporting or a jock, but I loved changing clothes with the other boys, and watching them in their gym shorts, getting peeks up the short legs of those shorts, seeing them walk to the showers, and shower, and walk back to their lockers. Asses, chests, legs, dicks, balls... I loved seeing naked boys. When I jerked off alone, I thought of the boys at school, and my friends, and boys on television and in movies.

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  Nick
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:47 PM - Replies (2)

   


I grew up living in a tall apartment building in a major city. I lived on the fourteenth floor. Most of my friends lived in the same building, and we went to the same school. Two other guys in the building were in my grade, but I didn't get along with Marcus at all. He was a total jerkwad. Jeff, though, was my best friend.
By the time I hit puberty at fourteen I knew I was gay. It was just after 2000 and there were some guys at school who were out about it. I was trying to be, but I was just too shy about it. I was pretty shy about everything. I guess that's why Jeff and I got along so well, he was pretty shy too.
We were both fairly geeky. We were into role-playing games and liked reading books. While we weren't studs, we weren't total dorks either. Jeff sure wasn't, not to me. He had the most awesome blond hair, a bit wavy, and his mom cut it for him and his little brother, so it was usually a sort of almost bowl-cut. Fluffy and wavy and so light a blond it was nearly yellow-white. Big blue eyes the color of a cold winter sky, a square face with bold, firm features, a fairly long nose, Cupid's bow lips the color of subdued red lipstick, and a fair, smooth, clear complexion. Oh, and braces. He was sturdy and solid, just a bit of love-handles on his sides, a bit of a bulge at his stomach, slight bulges over his pecs, and big, pinkish nipples. No skinny boy was Jeff, but he was far from being fat or sloppy. He also had a big, round, full butt, and a package that clearly proved he was well-endowed indeed. Oh, how I wished all through junior and senior high that I'd have him in a gym class, but not once.
We spent a lot of time at each other's apartments and had a lot of sleepovers. I'd gotten to see him in his tighty-whities more than a few times, but they were brief glimpses as he changed from his school clothes. But those glimpses! Man, he had a nice, big, round, full ass! And he absolutely stuffed the front of those white briefs! The jiggle as he stepped out of his jeans and into others... wow! I sometimes could just see a hint of his fat head. It looked... gigantic.
Anyway, when we were both seventeen, myself just barely, I was over at his apartment right after school on a Friday. We were going from his to my apartment, so I could change clothes, and then we were going down the block to the arcade for while, until we had to be back home for dinner. Then he was coming to my place to stay the night. His mom was pretty religious and insisted on family dinner together, even though her husband, Jeff and Joe's dad, had died a few years ago.
So, I got to watch Jeff step out of his jeans again. Man. I always looked down at my hands, apparently, though my eyes were craned to the side so I could see him.
Damn if he didn't have an almost boner! It was making a tent low down the front of his briefs, pushing out enough that I could make out the shape and contour and even a bit of the color of his head through the thin white material of his Fruit-of-the-Looms. It was big enough that it hid his balls.
I blew the hardest, fullest boner! I mean, it was just... throbbing!
Dann drehte er sich zur Seite, um Jeans aus seiner Kommode zu bekommen, und ich sah eine Profilansicht von ihm und bekam einen guten Winkel seines pert, runden Arschs, aber am interessantesten, wie weit nach außen sein Boner seine Slips drückte. Ich meine, es hat sich wirklich vor ihn hinausgeschoben.
Ich kann mich noch an den immensen Nervenkitzel erinnern, der in diesem Moment durch meinen Körper blitzte. Die priselnde Aufregung, zu sehen, wie gut er gebaut war, sogar durch seine Slips.
Als er in seine Jeans trat, sah ich, wie sein Boner versuchte, sich nach oben zu neigen, aber fast horizontal abgewinkelt war und ein massives Zelt ausschob, als er seine Jeans um seine Taille zog.
Ich war so schwer! Und begeistert.
Ich tat mein Bestes, um meinen Knochener zum Untergang zu bringen, aber es war wahrscheinlich immer noch ziemlich offensichtlich, als ich aufstand, um ihm zur Haustür zu folgen. Es war immer noch schwer, als wir in meine Wohnung kamen. Ich musste mich mit einem Boner vor ihm umziehen. Nun, das hatte er. Aber... verdammt, das war so peinlich. Ich hoffte, er sah nicht aus, als ich mich in meine Straßenkleidung verwandelte. Ich hielt ihm den Rücken so gut ich konnte. Ich war mir ziemlich sicher, dass er nicht einmal nach meinem Weg sah.
Also hatten wir eine tolle Zeit in der Spielhalle, kamen zum Abendessen nach Hause, und dann kam er zu mir.
Ich wünschte, ich hätte Zeit gehabt, einen zu schlagen, aber wir waren gerade zum Abendessen nach Hause gekommen und er kam gleich vorbei. Da war ich also, immer noch ein bisschen aufgeregt und habe mich aufgeregt.
Das Telefon klingelte, Mom antwortete, und dann sagte sie uns, dass sie ein paar Stunden mit ihren Freundinnen verbringen würde. Dad wäre erst kurz nach zehn zu Hause. Wir hatten fast vier Stunden.
Wir spielten Videospiele und arbeiteten an DnD-Charakteren. Wir hatten morgen ein Spiel bei Benny mit den Jungs. Wir saßen auf meinem Bett, arbeiteten an unseren Charakteren, als Jeff seine Sachen beiseite legte und aufstand, um uns zu dehnen.
Oh Gott!
Ich rutschte heimlich meine Augen hoch und hin und sah diese schöne große Wölbung, und ich war mir sicher, dass er eine weitere Erektion hatte! Es machte ein fast spitzes Zelt in seiner Jeans, nur auf der rechten Seite seiner Fliege.
"Want a soda?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
He went to get them and I admired his great ass. The jeans he was wearing sure contoured nicely to his round globes. He might be a dork, but man, did he have a great ass!
When he came back, I noticed that he'd rearranged his junk. He still had an erection, most likely, but now it was tucked lower and didn't make as much of a tent. Though it still was noticeable. Somewhat.
I was dying to see him naked. I knew that wasn't going to happen, but I got an idea. Like me, he slept in his underwear. If I got ready for bed early... but that would seem weird too.
"What'cha thinkin'?" he asked as he got his papers and book back in his lap.
I'd been sitting there holding my soda and thinking, and hadn't even opened the can yet. Duh.
Oh, just wondering how I could get you out of your pants.
"Nothin'."
"Yeah, right. What's up? Got an idea for the campaign tomorrow?"
"Um, no. Just thinkin', like ya do sometimes, ya know."
"Oh."

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  Pete
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:44 PM - Replies (1)

   


When I was nine, my best friend, Dominick, asked me if I wanted to go on an overnight camping trip with him, his older brother, and his dad. Dom and I had used his tent and sleeping bags and stuff to sleep outside in his back yard quite a few times, and this was the chance to do the real thing. My dad wasn't into those kinds of things, so I had never camped before. I asked my folks, and since it was just to the camping area in the mountains just outside of the little town we lived in, I got to go.
I stayed over at his house Friday night so that we could leave early in the morning. We had a great time that night. His older brother, Dwight, hung out with us all night. I got along with Dwight really well. He was nice, especially for an older brother. He was almost old enough to drive, so I think he was fifteen, because we talked a lot about what kind of car he wanted and he promised to take us camping on his own if our parents agreed it was cool. The three of us stayed up late and played games on Dom's new Nintendo and watched movies and had a great time.
Dwight had always been a good older brother to Dom and had always been a decent guy with me. He never acted like we were a bother or anything, and was always willing to play with us. One thing we did a lot was wrestling. This was before the WWF turned it into a soap opera, back when wrestlers got bloody and hurt for real and there were no scripts. The days of real wrestling. We'd pretend to be our favorite wrestlers of the day and go at it. Dwight fought sort of dirty in one way - one of his moves was to grab your junk and make you weak and give up. It had no other connotation to me, not even at nine. I even dared to do it to him before he would to me sometimes. He always claimed that wasn't fair because he was older and had more down there and it was more sensitive and it hurt, while we didn't have anything that mattered and it wasn't as sensitive yet.
On Saturday morning, we got up early and headed into the forest preserves along the lake and hills just outside of town. I'd barely ever been there before, and never for more than a couple hours, and even then only at the picnic grounds. We spent the morning setting up the two tents in a remote little spot next to the lake. Their dad got the pup tent, and we got to use the bigger one for the three of us. Still, there wasn't much room in that tent either, it was just big enough that the three of us could lay down. Then we went fishing along the shore. We didn't catch much, and it wasn't a lot of fun, but I'd never fished before either, so it was still kind of fun, anyway. I got to clean and gut and prepare my first live fish. I was grossed out but hid most of it, pretending to be strong and brave. We had the fish for lunch along with some stuff we'd brought. Then we walked to the scenic area and checked out the views and walked through the woods. Not tons of fun, but still, it was a new experience to me and I enjoyed it. Besides, Dom and Dwight were fun. Their dad was too. I had a good time.
When we got back to the camp site, we all went for a swim to get the sweat off. We'd brought trunks, so we changed in the tents. Dom and I were sort of used to changing with each other, in a way. I had an above-ground pool, so he'd changed in my room hundreds of times as I'd changed in front of him. And we'd taken off our wet trunks to get into dry clothes after swimming so we didn't soak my bed or the floor or the couch or whatever. We'd seen each other's dingles tons of times. We knew he had the slightly longer one while mine was a bit thicker. We sort of even jacked a bit together a few times. We were nine, so nothing much, just experimenting with our dicks with each other. We hardly touched each others, only once from time to time. We'd never jerked each other or anything. So, anyway, I saw my buddy's dick and balls again, no big deal. But I was pretty interested in Dwight's. It seemed huge! So did his balls. And he had pubes. Not many, but to me at nine they seemed like a full head of hair. I'd never seen pubes before. Porn back then was a true rarity! After swimming, we didn't have to sit on furniture, so we didn't have to change out of our trunks. I sort of wanted to, so I could see Dwight's big dick and balls again.
We fished for dinner, this time catching a bit more. We had dinner, then did smores and told jokes and stories, then it was time to get into the tents to get away from the mosquitoes. And it was threatening to rain anyway, with occasional flashes of lighting well over the horizon, slowly growing brighter and closer. So me, Dom, and his older brother told stories in our little oval tent while their dad was inside the pup tent.
We started on scary stories as it started to thunder. Then what had to be a huge bear came up and roared and hit the side of our tent and all three of us huddled up in the center of the tent and screamed!

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  Paul
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:42 PM - Replies (1)

   


I grew up in a new addition on the edge of a small Midwestern town in the eighties. There were a couple other kids in the new subdivision but none of them were my age. Not close enough to be good friends, anyway. So I was pretty lonely. The bike ride into town was too dangerous, as the road was narrow, curvy, hilly and didn't have a siding or shoulder to speak of, so I grew up mostly alone at home. I had friends at school, and we'd get our folks to drive us to each others' houses on weekends and for several days on school breaks and vacations.
By the time I was thirteen, it was becoming pretty clear I was gay. The gym showers in seventh grade were all the proof I needed. I had sexy dreams about guys and sex, but not about girls. Back then it was not cool to be gay at all, so I hid it. I was positive there were no other gay guys at school. Our school and the town were pretty small.
In seventh and eighth grades, I rode further away from home to find things to do. Brent lived the closest, so he and I rode around on our bikes quite a lot. Roger lived sort of next closest, but still too far to ride easily, but he lived closer to Brent, so sometimes I was the odd one out and Roger and Brent did stuff together.
It was over the summer before high school that I was out riding on my own one day, and I found this old junkyard. Sort of a junkyard. It was deep in the woods, with some old buildings that were mostly fallen down and rotted away, and was mostly semi-trucks, box trailers and flatbeds, and old construction equipment. The old road from it was only about a mile or so long from the old junkyard to the highway and was overgrown with weeds and even trees. The place must have been abandoned decades ago.
It was kind of cool, so I started spending time there when Brent was hanging out with Roger. I wanted to tell them about the place, but I also liked that only I knew about it.
After a couple of weeks, I discovered that someone else knew about it. I noticed things moved or changed around. One time I noticed an old couch inside one of the old trailers was moved closer to the doors. Other things were moved around too.
So one weekend, when I knew Brent was staying over at Roger's, I told my folks I was staying over at Roger's with Brent for the weekend. I took food and drinks, a lantern, and planned on staying overnight and seeing if I could catch this other person there. I also took the .22 rifle I'd gotten for my 12th birthday. Just in case it was a hobo or someone dangerous.
I spent the day building up a kind of fort between two old truck trailers that didn't have wheels or suspensions and were right on the ground. At each end were piles of truck tires, so once you climbed over them you were hidden. I ran around playing like I was a soldier sometimes, and played other games with myself - you know.
As it got dark, I decided to stay in the big trailer with the stacks of tires. The doors could be closed so it was sort of safe. There was also an old beanbag made from denim, so it would be kind of comfortable.
It was quiet and I didn't hear a sound all night.
The next day, I was running around when I heard what sounded like one of the old trailer doors being opened. I got super nervous and scared, and sneaked my way over to where the sound came from. I heard some other sounds too. When I finally saw someone moving around, it turned out to be Denver, a kid from school. He was a year older than me, already going to high school. I sort of knew him, but not much. He was one of the regular guys, kind of a loner, not all that popular, and not one of the smartest. He was lean and trim, had a few muscles, and was always a bit tanned.
Last year I'd gotten to see him in the gym showers. Not bad at all. He had sandy-blond hair and brown eyes, and plenty of pubes above a long dick with a rounded helmet. And a really pink sack with decent sized nuts. He was pretty hot.
I knew he wasn't a jerk or anything, so I dared myself to give him a scare. I waited until he was pushing an old work cart toward a trailer and then shouted, "What are you doing here?" in my best old man voice. "Get outta my junkyard!"
He jumped like crazy! It was hilarious! But he didn't run or anything. He looked at where I was hidden behind an old bulldozer and said, "Who the fuck are you?"
I laughed and walked out where he could see me and said, "It's Paul."
"I know you! You were in my gym class last year in junior high."
"Yeah. I guess I'll see ya this year in high school, too."
"You gonna be a freshman, I guess, huh?"
"Yeah."

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