That would have been in the gymnasium locker room in junior high. We were not supposed to wear our underwear under our gym shorts. We all wore boxer shorts in those days. So most of us took them off and wore nothing under our gym shorts until Mr. Strong (sic) would take one of us aside and tell him to get an athletic supporter.

Having the biggest penis in my 7th grade gym class, I was the first in our class to be so honoured . [That's how we viewed it, as a mark of distinction.] For the first 3 or 4 weeks of class, I ran around tugging the left leg of my gym shorts down trying in vain to cover that huge thing that kept hanging out of it. Finally Mr. Strong noticed it and told me that I needed an athletic supporter, right in front of some of the other boys who heard him distinctly ! What an ego-trip that was.

My precocious phallus got many admiring looks from the other boys in the locker room. We all compared equipment out of innocent curiosity. Nobody thought anything of it. I doubt that any of us had heard about homosexuality or had any idea what it was. I certainly didn't know about it for another 3 years.

Being scrawny, weak, and ill-coordinated, I was anything but an athlete, so I was delighted to have one physical characteristic superior to the other boys, and, frankly, I flaunted it. I wore painfully tight gym shorts to show off my package and thrusted it forward at every opportunity.

By 9th grade, most of the other boys had nearly caught up with me.

In high school, I was so embarassed. I was so tiny and small. The other boys had such big penises. They are so muscular, strong and perfect. I was so wrong. But later in life, Oh, I long to see a naked body.. Yes, it is so perfect now. Is that what aging does for you?

I was three or something and I saw this toddler boy having his diaper changed that is when I first remember seeing another boy's penis and testicles. However the memory that sticks in my mind the most is one time I was camping and my cousin showed me his penis I was six 1/2 he was eight his penis was much larger than mine.

Bagoas, your story reminds me of an early thrill. Seventh grade. A big tough cocky boy I secretly admired and lusted after. Our class was outside playing kick-ball, he on third base, me in left field - about 30 feet behind him. He turned suddenly, pulled his big dick out of his gym shorts, waggled it at me, put it back, and returned to the game. Pure cocksmanship. I was mad with excitement and joy. I still am, 45 years later. I remember working hard not to grow erect under my gym shorts. I had to wait until I got home to masturbate, again and again, at the thought of him. Too bad this wasn't a come on. He was just letting me know what a man he was. Not the first time, but one of the best.

A few weeks later in the locker room, the same boy saw me in my underwear and said "looks like you got a big juicy one." Heaven! I could've died happy that moment. Too bad again that I was so naive I had no idea how to respond, and he looked a bit disappointed. A lot of the boys were doing mutual masturbation then, and if I'd had the confidence and the moves, who knows? The thought of what might have been still moves me.

So far, reading the posts here has been a little sad. There's so much unfulfilled longing. Do heterosexuals have it easier, or is this universal?

bobover3 (imported) wrote: Sun Feb 22, 2009 11:55 pm Do heterosexuals have it easier, or is this universal?

Oh yeah, heterosexuals have the same sense of longing and of what "might have been"... I remember a high school band trip I was on my Junior year, and there were two hotties on the bus...Beverly H., a fleshy voluptuous thing in a tight sweater, and Janet S., a majorette with long slender legs and a svelte body. On the way to the game (an overnight stay) I was in the back of the bus with Beverly and we did some mild petting after it got dark, (we lost the football game, stayed overnight at a strictly chaperoned motel) and on the way back I snuggled with Janet, the long-legged long-stemmed beauty but it also didn't get past first base. I still think of Janet these many decades later...I have no idea where she is, probably married, divorced, and married again, squeezed out 4 or 5 pups, but I still think of her in that skimpy majorette uniform, long delicious legs, and breasts the size of teacups, long chestnut hair, and what might have been. Sigh!

The first time I can remember was when I was probably 10 or 11, before I reached puberty, when my sister, a male cousin 3 years younger than I, and I played show me yours and I'll show you mine. My sister is a year younger than I am.

The next time was at a camp out at a friend's house during the summer. We played strip poker, and all of us had to strip at one time or the other during the game. I'm not sure that any of us had reached puberty at the time, probably not, because I have no memories of large dicks or pubic hair on any of us.

The next time I saw a boy naked was when I was twelve and the boy living next door spent the night, and we took a bath together. Both of us had reached puberty by that time, but neither of us had masturbated or knew anything about sex - this was long before the Internet. Before we undressed, he asked me if I had hair 'down there.' I did, and he asked me if my dick got hard all the time. It did, and his did, and neither of us knew why.

I moved to Kansas the summer before I was fourteen. I hadn't yet masturbated. In Kansas, we showered after P.E., and I saw a shower full of naked boys for the first time. THAT did make an impression on me. I looked forward to showering from then on.

Kansas boys were much less sexually repressed than Texas boys were at that time. I soon learned to masturbate.

I had a neighbor that was younger than I. We used to fool around some. He would watch me masturbate, but he hadn't reached puberty, so, although his dick would get hard, he couldn't ejaculate. He knew more about sex than I did, though.

One summer, while visiting a boy that lived across the street from where I had first lived in Kansas, we talked about masturbating, and he told me about how he often used his mother's vibrator. Since they weren't home, we went into his parent's bedroom, and he used the vibrator on me.

I was 4, maybe 5 years old, the neighbor kid 5 or 6 and his dad would take drives up the coast, they started taking me along. On the way back, the kid would spread out a blanket in the back of the station-wagon. His idea was to go under the blanket and inspect the contents of my jeans. I liked this game. He still had his foreskin and it was a joy to play with. We did that until my family moved to the other side of town, up in the foothills where there were no other houses or kids my age for miles. About a year later, we moved again into a bohemian village where everybody went swimming sans bathing suits, often.

One time at the local drive-in movie theater (4 or 5 still), I went to the mens' room. While relieving my self, a guy of about 20 or so moved up next to me on my left and hefted out a dick that I just could not believe how long it was. He stood back just far enough that I couldn't not notice, and he kept moving his hand back and forth while giving me quite a show. When I was finished, something told me to get out of there quick.

Except for my two-years younger brother, I was eleven before I saw another naked boy, that was in the changing room at the school gym. But the first mature set I saw was at a Scout camp. There were a dozen or so of 11 to 13 year-olds in a large tent, but supervised by a much older Scout about 17 or 18. It was when he changed for bed, that I saw a really large and hairy meat and two veg. Though later on I enjoyed mutual masturbation with other boys, it was girls that I really wanted. But I had to wait a very long time before I got down and dirty with one.

I had to take P.E. in high school. This is back when you had to shower after P.E. anyways...i remember this one short guy named Brent. I am 6'3" so most people are shorter then me, but he was around five feet. Everyday on his way to the showers he would walk naked right by me, and he had a nice show off floppy dick...that was attached to a nice body. We also had choir together and I always pictured him naked during choir. We never did talk because I was always afraid of what I would say or do. I have always found it difficult to talk to other males (especially if they are good looking), so most (but not all) of my friends through life have been females.

I guess that I saw my first nude boy way back when I was around 4-years old and I was in a convalescent center. That wasn't very memorable. More like "oh he's got one too."

What was memorable was when I was 11 and took swimming lessons at the YMCA. That was the first time that I saw an adult male (our instructor) and a teenager (one of the other kids) with lots of pubic hair, etc. That was memorable!