1950s-60s Boylust, pt.2 Revised

(Note: Like pt.1 Revised, this is a re-post, with a few changes, so sorry if you have already read it. It published without themes and other stuff so, so only way to fix it was to delete and repeat. Also, I did some editing, so it’s a bit different)


In part one I told a bit about my early years in a small, country town. This picks up my story.


I’ll tell next how I did finally learn about jacking off, or I should say, about having my first orgasm, because it wasn’t by the usual hand method. It was totally by accident and definitely not one of the more common ways to discover it.

I had not yet had an orgasm, but it was fun and felt good. Not only did I like all the more active play, with our dicks, butts and all, but I also liked just feeling a friend’s smooth body against mine, so much like my own or sometimes different but being about the same ages we were all more alike I guess. Being that close to another boy, especially a close buddy, just made me feel good inside, warm and happy and content I guess. We usually slept naked and often we would wake up with our legs tangled up and start wrestling each other, maybe trying for the best spot in the bed. Being naked, we could touch everywhere and that usually led to sex play, grabbing each others dicks and playing with them, squeezing, but not too hard, and with some boys I did mutual sucking.

And sometimes in the night we might just be snuggling, but not in some mushy way (as we might have said) like our big sisters with their dates or whatever. But rather in that drowsy, half-asleep way, and it felt better to press up against another warm boy body than to lay apart. This was, I think, a different thing from our sex play and more instinct than intentional, but I remember the deep satisfaction and contentment of it. It happened mostly with my best buddies and not that many. We would have been embarrassed to talk about anything like this, and I doubt any of us thought much about it after we woke up and started our busy day. But we had no such qualms about the purely physical sex play. Yeah, we kept it secret from others but between ourselves it was very much part of our daily lives. We even sometimes talked about what one of us did with another boy and if we should try it too.

In those early years, it was always between just two boys at a time, at least with me and all the boys I knew and did it with. Later, after puberty, I did it two or three times with a couple of boys, twins in fact, but that’s a whole story in itself, so I may tell about it another time. Another time, also after puberty, I did it with 3 boys, and mostly we just watched each other jack off, to see each other shoot off. But it wasn’t the kind of close contact and stuff that we did with just two of us together. I don’t know exactly why but I think in part it was because there was a kind of trust, like an unspoken pact, between two of us when we did it, and that’s hard to have with more than two. Also, along with the sexual excitement and feeling, it was two boys giving each other full attention, that was important too. At that age, and even more in teenage years, boys can be insecure and self-conscious and crave the attention of another boy, or girl, an adult or anyone.

But no one except another boy is in a position to give so much: attention and camaraderie, and to be allowed time alone together, with some privacy, when they can explore so much more. But with more than two, even with boys the same age and friends, there can be competition or jealousy and it’s different.