My True Anecdotes: Part 1 conclusion

[teenadmirer]

On the second day of the trip our cabin got raided by girls. Our shit was all over the place and all of my underwear had been hung by the rafters with care.

I LOVE this detail of the girls finding your underwear, and then taking the time to hang them all up for everyone to see!

Were they briefs or boxers?

This was probably... 1982. Every boy I knew wore white briefs. It was an era of solemn uniformity in the gitch department!

[teenadmirer]

It's evident that everyone present at the Doctor's office enjoyed seeing you in just your underpants.

Excellent stories!

Well they didn't submit comment cards but at least I received no complaints. I'm only SURE that the second receptionist was a fan. She definitely had trouble looking away, or even functioning! As for everyone else who stared at the spectacle of a young adolescent boy in "string bikini," I cannot be sure of their internal reaction. Was I sexy to them? Or were they confused at how "my mother dressed me" and should they be calling "Family Services!"

[TeenFan]

Fantastic real story. I loved every bit of it...especially the boy bits stuffed into a pouch.
I am hoping you are above average size to make the special underwear display even more special.

Well I can't lie! I never measured myself. My girlfriend did when I was 17. I was 6 and 3/4 inches. She insisted that was more than average and for years afterward would brag to people that I was big. But honestly I think that's pretty average in truth!

No need to be humble. You'd make more guys jealous than you think.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_penis_size

Everything anybody could want to know.

[NickTwisp]

Well I can't lie! I never measured myself. My girlfriend did when I was 17. I was 6 and 3/4 inches.

My best buddy David Perkins measured me when we were still in high school. I don't recall the exact figure, but it was just slightly less than 6 inches erect at age 17.

[teenadmirer]

Well I can't lie! I never measured myself. My girlfriend did when I was 17. I was 6 and 3/4 inches. She insisted that was more than average and for years afterward would brag to people that I was big. But honestly I think that's pretty average in truth!

No need to be humble. You'd make more guys jealous than you think.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_penis_size
Everything anybody could want to know.

Wow! That was a lot of surprising info. Some of it is hard to swallow (that's what she said) because I have lived in a region that is very multicultural all my adult life and have played multiple team sports (summer and winter) from age 11 to 45 and along with public swimming (age 7 to 55) seen... how many guys naked? Gotta be well over a thousand! Now I don't actively measure every dude I've shared a dressing room with but there have definitely been strong patterns in my admittedly SUBJECTIVE experience. In my sport community, folks of northern European decent are the most common and my dick seems average compared to most of them. Black guys DO tend to be larger in my experience and... those of Mediterranean area descent (Italian, Greek etc) have tended to be smaller - again - in my subjective view, and Asians too have tended to me small. Now I have seen the odd Asian with a very big one! And have I seen a black dude with a small one? Never! In fact recently there was a YOUNG black kid at a public swim change room and I did not look until I heard him snap at a white kid, saying "Stop looking at my dick! Don't be gay!" I glared right at him. He saw me and looked away. The unspoken message I had hoped to deliver was "Don't be a fucking homophobe and also drag that thing into a private stall because it's bigger then all of ours put together!" Admittedly that's a hard message to compress into one glance. Anyway I am sorry if I am perpetuating bad stereotypes but I swear I am trying to be honest!

As for erections... hmmm... how do I say this gently.. I have seen A LOT, and I do not mean in porn but live. And I feel like I have seen just as many that are bigger than mine than are smaller. And honestly, the biggest I have seen tend to be on skinny boys! Now that I am old I have put on weight and my own dick appears smaller now, and I know it's because a dick is rooted internally, rather than hanging off the body. My girth has overtaken some if it, leaving less of it to see the light of day. And I don't even care. I don't use it and I don't miss it. The side effects of cheap prescriptions have done me in and anyways I don't have the energy for sex. I had so much of it in younger years I've had my fill!

[teenadmirer]

The writing starts to get trickier into the high school years because story-lines start to emerge rather than one time events. But for this forum, ideally we want to skip a lot of the sex adventures and just report the CFNM parts... I'll try to find my way though this while honoring the board but still maintaining... hmmm... narrative continuity?

Let me please start by inserting the origin story, copying from my original post on day one of my membership when I had no reply privileges on this particular forum. I think it's wise to have my whole story on one thread and we can let that original thread sink away. Please skip ahead if you've read this already:

FROM "PART ONE: GRADE SCHOOL"

ORIGIN STORY?

Johnny and his mom lived above me and my mom, in a large tall apartment building. We often heard them yelling at each other. Johnny was a wild kid. Jennifer and Sherry lived higher still, across the hall from one another. We four attended the same class at Cheyenne Public School, and walked there and back together across the big park and through the little forest and over the creek by hopping across the stepping stones.

One day I stayed late after school and walked home alone and was halted by an older high school boy who made me nervous. He acted too friendly. He told me he was a streaker and ran around with no clothes on and sold the photos for a lot of money. He bragged he had his own TV and stereo and sundry cash and prizes. He was convinced I should join him in this windfall; begged me to strip naked and run around and he would take pictures and I would make a lot of money. This was not possible for me to dare to do, and I did not believe him anyway but I was too intimidated to try to leave him without his consent. He pressured me FOR FUCKING EVER. His life seemed to depend on seeing me naked. Finally my mom was calling me from our balcony which was just out of sight. "That's my mom! She's coming!" I said, and fled.

The next day our foursome huddled in our little fort; just a haphazardly pimped clearing beneath an otherwise dense copse of trees and bushes that bordered the apartment building and park. I told the gang of my encounter and the supposedly lucrative streaking racket. Johnny got wild-eyed and grinned and muttered some intention and backed out of our bush fort. I glimpsed through the foliage that he was running and casting off his shirt. The girls swiftly exited and I followed, emerging in time to see Johnny short-hopping as he thrust his last coverage; his tighty-white undies to his knees before sprinting out of them. He ran circles bare naked, dick bobbing, arms outstretched like an airplane, hooting and hollering as if to ensure the streaking fairy would be alerted and drop some bags of money. The girls were enchanted and positively beaming. I was awestruck. Never in a million years could I do this for any amount of money. Get naked in front of girls! How did he have the BALLS?

It ended when he ran from the park onto the drive lane just as a car had pulled in. No tragedy. The car slammed on its breaks, and who then popped out screaming but his own mother! She grabbed him by the arm, hauled him naked into the car and drove away in to the parking garage. I could imagine him being hauled through the halls and lobby of this large busy building bare naked but I could not be sure of that. The girls gathered his clothes, presumably to return them to him. I replayed this scene in my head many times. I was deeply moved by it. I think my kink was born there.

[teenadmirer]

THE ELLINGTONS
(Stewart, Steven and their mom Edna)

For the life of me I still can't remember their dad's name.

Through high school their house remained a gathering place and the activities there began to broaden into more mature realms and girls started appearing, but the overnighters, the swimming and skinny dipping persisted.

As mentioned previously, any time I slept over, usually with other boys as well, that tradition endured. No longer in pajamas, but in underwear, we'd all march to the kitchen or living room for a hug and kiss from Mrs. Ellington immediately before bed. I will mention that Stew and Steve always seemed to get a great kick out of this, as if it was a matter of great normalcy to surrender your body to one's own mom but for us it was something to be laughed at. It was a subtle thing, almost like an unspoken condition: if you want to be part of the club; the sleepover gang, here's the price you gotta pay!

I do not know if this matter of their routine extending to neighborhood boy guests was demanded by their mom, or if it was Stew and Steve's idea. If the mom, was it a matter of duty like "these poor boys need a surrogate mom at bed time!" or was it subtly, or even improperly, sexual?

Regardless it stopped feeling uncomfortable and then before long it wasn't really happening anymore because we were older and our sleepovers were often happening when their parents were not home. What I don't know is why their parents were away overnight or at least really late so often. Steven did once hint very strongly that their parents were swingers. But Steve was a real character and could easily have been fucking with us. I truly don't know.

On one occasion, quite late at night, there were four of us in the pool, nude of course and likely playing Marco Polo as that was a fave, especially for Steve who would cheat and try to grab your dick when he was "it." The gate between the driveway and backyard rattled. I will estimate the dialogue as best I can, only indulging in order to relay the essence of the encounter, which is far more memorable than precise dialogue.

"Hello there! Police Service! We'd like to speak with you a moment." A male voice. We gathered at the near edge of the pool and stared toward the gate. It rattled again. "You want to let us in?" We'd gone quiet. I prayed they'd go away. We had PROBABLY been pool hopping that night, yes, naked, where you run through a complete row of back yards, hopping fences and diving into their pools (where applicable) and climbing out the other side. Close to half the homes in this suburb had pools (not ours though). Had someone ratted us out?

"Let's sneak inside," I whispered. The gate rattled again but this time we could hear the latch lifting.

Crime was practically non-existent in our neighborhood and gates were generally not used as security. They kept out wandering little ones, large animals, provided certain conveniences and were lawfully mandated if you had a pool. But it was very common for us to drill a little hole in the gate and run a string out of it that was tied to the (inner) latch so anyone of middling to adult height could open the gate from either side. Either way the cops had breached the perimeter!

"You don't mind if we come in do you? Hello?"

"Hello," said Stew, master of the house at 16, his parents away, perhaps on vacation. Two officers entered, in navy blue uniforms and unarmored, and one shone a flashlight on us, illuminating our palms and forearms as we shielded our eyes.

"What are you boys up to tonight?"

"Just swimming," said Stew.

"Pretty late for it. Your parents don't mind?"

"Nope."

"Do you need to blind us?" asked Kevin. Kevin was... not a shy one.

"No, we don't have to blind you, but come on out of the pool so we can talk face to face."

We obeyed. I climbed out last and joined the little naked line-up. Stew was a young work-out dude, had some adolescent muscle and was slightly beefy. He had his hands cupped over his junk. Steve was a skinny runt and a goofball and let it all hang out. Kevin was... sexy... undeniably so. We had played on a team together a couple years prior and he was one of the boys who showered after the game and would then wander back into the main change room area naked and sit on his towel and air dry. Some of us including myself still showered at home but by now I was a shower boy too as were we all. Then Kevin and I never saw one another until reunited recently at an Ellington party. He was a nice kid, cute, very gregarious and sexy. He did not cover up either, which he clarified later was a matter of principle. He claimed offense at being the main target of the flashlight cop, who was not the main speaker, and as it turned out, was a young woman. Meanwhile I damn well covered up like Stew did. And I certainly noticed where the flashlight centered more often than not; on Kevin of course.

The cops had questions about our activities, our parents, why we were out so late, and our residences. Stew claimed that Kevin and I were sleeping over (true) and that we were their cousins (not true). Male cop reported a noise complaint and insisted we had to be quiet. Stew said we were just heading to bed anyway.

They left. Kevin bitched about the woman checking out his dick. Honestly I think he protested too much. I think he was just wanting to make sure we all knew about it! And the next day would provide evidence in my favor:

So we all crashed helter-skelter in the basement rec room on the big sectional couch, underwear-clad and our feet in each other's faces, and with the TV running.

We were awakened prematurely at the ungodly realm of late morning when "the girls" arrived and helped themselves in through the back door. Nat, Jenna, Monique and Christa. Nat was freckled to pieces, hugely outgoing and dating our buddy Rob who was strangely not present. Jenna was quiet, long-haired and beautiful. I wanted her. I think she suspected as much. She was a generous hugger as was I and we sometimes embraced warmly and sometimes danced together but she was holding herself out for someone else. Christa adored me, wanted to have my babies and spend our lives together (LOL) but she was chubby and just not my type even if she was very nice. Monique was fine; not exceptional, in every way and wanted sex with me but this was no feather in my cap. She wanted sex with half the boys she knew and eventually got it with most of them. One after the other my pals reported their score with chagrin; as if ashamed. Whatever. I have ALWAYS thought slut-shaming was one of the softest-thinking, laziest bullshit in town. There is nothing inherently wrong with sex, no reason not to like it and no reason not to do it and if you care about such fluffernutter as this: The legal age of consent was 14 in our region at that time and we were all barely legal! Though they were getting close to changing it by a couple years. But I worry I am getting too verbose. Let me run through the highlights of the day:

None of the boys dressed all afternoon and so neither did I. Rob showed up, dressed of course, but the first time we swam we did so in underwear and then he followed suit. The other four boys fell into wrestling matches at times. I did not.

Once while the four of them were all at it simultaneously and Christa and I were sitting on a picnic table watching, she had her arm behind me, kind of tickling my back. At one point her hand slowly drifted down to my waistband and finally a couple fingers slipped underneath and headed south along the crease of my ass. To be honest I did not mind but it went no further. I dared not make any move on her lest I find us in a place where I was messing with her heart. I had to stay firm that we were not going to date, for her own wellbeing. And if that does not sound like a teenage boy, well, I was probably not your average teenage boy. I thought differently in many ways.

Lots of sly funny business was going on. We played Euchre for a bit; a local pastime we picked up by grade seven or eight in our neck of the woods. Monique was my partner across the table and was not above cheating. She was slumped in her chair and had her socked foot stretched out and was trying to send me signals by gently pressing on my junk. That ceased for a while and then suddenly it was her BARE foot that contacted my inner thigh which startled the fuck out of me for some reason. Then her toes crept up the leg of my gitch and I got very nervous and partly aroused. Her toes made meagre contact which my balls and that was the closest thing to sex I'd experienced to that point!

The highlight though... is this: Strangely... or maybe not strangely at all... Kevin's underwear was getting thoroughly abused during these wrestling matches. Not only was it the most threadbare of the gang and thus most-see-though during the post-swim moments, but it was getting torn enough that it became a magnet for more attacks, mostly from Steve, whom many of us thought might be gay. Personally I was all for it. We started getting constant glimpses of Kevin's firm little ass and his dick and long looks at his sleek naked hip and butt dimple. While Jenna was the most beautiful of the group, Kevin became overwhelmingly the most exciting to look at. And what turned me on even more was knowing the girls were seeing him. And they WERE SEEING him. I was constantly tracing their gazes and Kevin was a magnet.

Kevin seemed utterly unconcerned that he was so exposed. He was a high-energy kid and constantly active and could pretend not to notice I guess but.. he had to know what was going on. At the time I had no appreciation for the exhibitionist concept. I just thought of him as "generous." Later, in the evening, shortly before things broke up and we wandered home to catch shit from out parents... at least for Kevin and I... the girl's got to talking about our skinny dipping habits. They'd heard the story of the cops of course but it was already common knowledge that skinny dipping was an ingrained habit. They started subtly suggesting it was fine to skinny dip in their presence. The suggestion grew into firm advice and then almost to begging. I was not surprised they were interested in seeing us naked. I was surprised how willing they were to get blatant about it. I was a follower and not a leader with this particular crowd and I would have done it if the rest had, but no one had the guts to say yes.

I wanked over this memory of Kevin in the shredded gitch a number of times but soon it spoiled. For dear, sweet, cute, sexy Kevin had a disease he did not tell us about. I don't remember it at this moment. We lost him not long after. So yeah. Don't ask me to believe in god. 'Cause if god is real he's a filthy cunt.

[TeenFan]

A very exciting story with a sad ending.
Half the "True" stories posted here I have doubts about complete authenticity, but your recollections ring true to me.

[TeenFan]

The writing starts to get trickier into the high school years because story-lines start to emerge rather than one time events. But for this forum, ideally we want to skip a lot of the sex adventures and just report the CFNM parts...

Any incident where you end up naked and embarrassed/humiliated by something, anything...feel free to post it here.

[teenadmirer]

A very exciting story with a sad ending.
Half the "True" stories posted here I have doubts about complete authenticity, but your recollections ring true to me.

Well, brother, your faith will be tested. I have had a weird and wacky sex life and though I have NOT fully forecasted what highlights will be appropriate to share.. there will be things folks will not want to believe. I'm not going to worry about that or tone anything down for believability sake. I feel a sense of duty to report the truth as best my tricky human memory is capable.