Here are two closely related fantasies I often have. These have no literary merit, and I haven't tried to polish them as stories, but they're deeply exciting to me. Both are from my days in junior high school. (I'm 57 now.)

When I went to junior high school, the most sexually precocious boys got together to masturbate in one another's presence. One of my greatest regrets is never having joined one of these sessions. I often heard the bolder boys talking about what they did with each other. I heard jokes about how being masturbated by another boy, instead of doing it yourself, would turn you into a homosexual. Apparently, if you took too much pleasure in the touch of another boy, you'd want more, and that would turn you into a "fag." (What an interesting comment on gender identity - all these tough boys took it for granted that they could just as easily be gay as straight.) So my fantasy: a few of the toughest, strongest, most virile boys (these are real boys that I remember) grab hold of me out in the woods, and jeer about how they're going to make a fag out of me. They pull off my clothes and spread me out naked. One boy holds each of my thighs and caresses it while laughing at me; one boy holds me around the chest from behind; one boy holds each hand, and the sixth boy slowly and methodically masturbates me, sometimes stopping to play with my balls. All of the boys stare at me with wolfish glee and cruel appreciation as I become more and more aroused. I begin to moan and tremble, and finally come with a huge grunt and moans of ecstasy, while the boys grip me hard and drink it all in. My orgasm is so intense and my pleasure so unconcealed that the boys are taken despite themselves and become aroused, against their expectations. When they let me go, I don't run or cry, but walk among them, encouraging them to let me do the same with them, or do it for each other. The fantasy ends with a happy sense of possibility. Sometimes, I like to think of one boy behind me, with his arms around my chest and the side of his face pressed against the side of mine, both of us naked as he masturbates me. I can feel his erect penis between my buttocks, like a hot dog in a bun. We share a deep intimacy as we not only hear but feel our moans and our movements with our chests and faces pressed together.

My second fantasy deals with one specific boy I knew. He was sexually precocious. He had muscles, a heavy beard, a deep rough voice, and a bulging crotch before any of the other boys. He had a milky complexion, shining eyes, a cupid's-bow mouth, a powerful chin - he was beautiful. Even now, I become aroused just thinking of him, and in junior high, I had to struggle not to stare at him and get an erection whenever I saw him, which was often. He was, of course, totally heterosexual (ain't they all!) and would have responded with violence to any approach (this was back when it was still cool to hates "faggots"). My fantasy: he and I are both placed face to face and naked in a sort of stocks - our hands, feet, waists, and necks are bound so that we're pressed together; our penises are bound together, underside to underside, in a soft binding; our bodies are covered, so that only our faces are visible, mere inches from one another; we've both been aroused in advance, so that our penises are already erect. He is enraged at his predicament and growls at me, threatening to spit in my face. I tell him I can feel his big dick is hard and that he might as well relax and enjoy it, so long as we can't do anything. He looks perplexed, but I start to rub against him, our penises, our chests, our legs and hands grip one another. Against his will, he responds, becoming as excited as I am. He curses me one last time before he comes, but come he does, moaning and trembling and hunching his penis against mine. I stare in his face and savor his joy; then I come too, and he does spit at me and call me "faggot," but I don't care because the sexiest boy in the world came with me. After, I tell him to be nice, or I won't do it again! He's surprised, but he is nice, and we do it the same way again and again.

Like I said, not great literature, but guaranteed to get me hot. You can tell from my fantasies that I love mutual masturbation and "frot" - rubbing penises together. See you in my dreams.

Why back in grade school...in the days when you played duck and cover in case of nuclear attack (like it would do any good:-\) I remember watching two boys out on the play yard. One would lay on the grass face up, and the other would either sit on his legs, his chest, or next to him, and pretend a imaginary dick was a stick shift. I always wanted to join in, but was to afraid what people would say....i was one of those kids that was picked on all the time.

In high school PE there was a guy who was in several of my classes named Brent. He was short but would walk naked right by my PE locker to take a shower then walk back.... and it was a nice long show dick... i wonder what it looked like hard .... Every day i tried to come up with someway to accidentally bump into him and that dick...but something always happened...never could get the timing down...etc...

The biggest source of my fantasies was Planet of the Apes, and all the ways the secured the humans.... though i would not realize it tell well into my adult years...i wonder if that is a possible source of my castration fantasies....

A stick shift! That's good! Vroom, vroom! I'm amazed they got away with it. Was it only once, or several times? I wonder if the dick was not imaginery when they were alone.

Locker rooms have always been a torment for me. All those gorgeous, but hetero, guys! I want to look, but there are rules about where you can look and how long, without receiving a hostile challenge. Even now, in the health club locker room, I just go flicking by with my eyes, just long enough to take a mental photo for replay later. If only I could stare, make wolf whistles, and lick my lips. I might be surprised at how many would enjoy it, but there are rules, and I'd be bounced from the club.

Another locker room passion is guys with dicks long enough so that they swing when they walk. That sexy swaying drives me wild. The first time I saw adult dicks was at a beach locker room. Two young studs with big, thick, swinging dicks walking by smiling and laughing, with towels over their shoulders. Oh, my god! I can remember them clearly, swinging in unison.

Planet of the Apes? I've been missing something. How did they secure the humans? Should I get the DVD?

Well, thanks for sharing. Here's hoping you meet Brent now, and he admits he always wanted you to bump into him in the locker room, and wants to make up for lost time.

The stick shifting theme was at least 40 years ago, and they were always off in further reaches of the grass area. The adults were always over by the main play area with all the jungle gym equipment. I only clearly recall one incident but i bet they did it all the time.

I always feared and loved the locker room. PE was a time of dread as that was a key moment i would get nailed by my tormentors. On the other side, i got to see a whole lot of naked bodies...the shame is now the kids do not take showers or even put on athletic supporters they leave underwear on and just change the outer stuff...which is disgusting because then they smell the rest of the day.

Planet of the Apes...cages. collars, hands secured behind the back, being led around on a leash. and being treated like animals. It is one of my favorite all time movies.

Ah, the further reaches of the grass! What a sweet picture! I remember a junior high coach saying the only reason a student would be in the thick bushes surrounding the athletic field would be "cause he was playin' wit' 'is yo-yos." He was right.

IbPervert (imported) wrote: Mon Feb 04, 2008 12:17 am I always feared and loved the locker room

too, but for different reasons. As a teen, I got erections easily, and often in embarassing public situations - riding on the subway, standing in front of class, etc. A hard dick in the locker room would have meant death, and I had to work hard to distract myself. Disgusting smells, etc., were good to think about because they were anti-erotic.

In junior high, many things that would have been forbidden to older boys were allowed as youthful exploration - one of my best memories is of the time in the locker room my penis was tucked upward in my briefs, making them protrude, and one of the sexiest tough guys, who liked to impress the other boys by waggling his big dick at them at unexpected moments, looked at me and shouted out "Hey 'Bobov', it looks like you got a big juicy one!" I didn't know what to say (why, oh why, didn't I join this guy for mutual masturbation?), but it's one of the happiest moments of my life.

No one picked on me because I was a "brain" and because when I didn't know what to say I said nothing, which fooled them into thinking I was "cool." At least twice, I've avoided being murdered by keeping a dignified silence.

Your news about shower-free gyms is tragic. Where will the perverts of tomorrow get their start? Is the new policy intended to save boys from anxious comparison of genitalia? If so, it's another well-intended but futile display of "liberalism."

I'm only a bit into B&D. I'd never be a slave - too much like some of real life. For me, being a master would be fun only if my slaves were truly there against their will, but I've no wish to hurt people or go to prison. I'm content with fantasies of molesting bound young studs, whom I win over with my skilled love-making. In real life, I'm a law-abiding pussy-cat.

My just-turned-15 year old Nephew's solution to the shower dilemma was quite simple; he just followed my advice. While showers are not mandatory after gym class, they are mandatory for the boys in morning weight training before school. He was quite nervous about what to do if he got an erection. I told him if anyone said anything, then he should go ahead and get the erection, then offer to smack someone across the face with it and ask, "Any questions?"

First day, it happened.

He and his friend (a scrawny kid who's lucky to be 5' tall) were the only 2 that showered. Friend says something like, "So, what DO you think of so-and-so's tits?"

Erection.

Dead silence.

Then someone mutters, "Oh my God!"

Needless to say (and I've seen it) there are quite a few inferiority complexes on the wrestling team now. No one's had the balls to comment on the fact that he shaves, as well!

Paolo, your nephew has been blessed by the Pubic Fairy. (You'd recognize him - he looks like Tom of Finland drew him, with wings. He hangs out around gyms and the West Village in Manhattan.) Few of us have this distinction. When I was a lad, it sufficed to be fecund like one of the lesser rodents - a chipmunk perhaps, or a rabbit - unimpressive, but energetic and persistent.

The King Dick of my junior high, who dominated all the other boys, was admired for his sexual determination. He told how he once walked 10 miles one way, and 10 miles back to get laid, and this awed everyone. After high school, he opened a butcher shop, continuing his association with meat.

Being a feral teen was both glorious and sad - all that lust and all that seed spent in vain.

Best of luck to your nephew.

Those that look older sooner age faster then the other way around.

Ib, are you talking about Dick Development, or going over my head?

STOP LOOKING AT MY DICK!dong:

some people age faster then others. Those teenagers that can buy adult items are considered lucky, but they really are not. Why? Because they will always look older then they really are and that is a curse in old age! On the other hand...those that look younger when they are teenagers will always look younger and that is a good thing when they become seniors.