Me and two other boys
Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2024 5:18 am
This is the oldest explicit memory I have of being exposed to anyone else.
I grew up in a small subdivision where every lot was around 2 acres and most were fairly heavily wooded, and my back yard was no exception. There were a handful of other kids in the neighborhood but most of them were either much older or a little younger than I was. For whatever reason, my family didn't interact much with our neighbors and I was never really encouraged to play with the neighbor kids. I didn't even know most of them until I started riding the bus for school.
As the school year went on, two of the three oldest boys from down the street kind of befriended me. They listened to what I wanted to talk about and they showed me some of the trails they had made through the lots where there were no houses. Keep in mind, these were eighth graders (so 13-14) and I was maybe first grade (so 6-7).
I'd talked about how we had some trails through the woods in our back yard, so one day they asked if I could show them. Of course I said yes, I was happy to have their attention and they made me feel older than the little kid I was.
We probably walked around the trails for half an hour until we reached the rock pile with the old muffler pipe I liked to pee into. I don't recall specifically but I must have talked about it because the next thing I know we were talking about penises. I can't remember most of what was said but I particularly remember them using the phrase "dead meat" to refer to an undeveloped or perhaps flaccid penis.
At that point, both boys unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans and showed me their penises: The boy who did most of the talking pushed down the front of his briefs and the other boy unbuttoned the fly of his boxers. They were both circumcised and had pubic hair and I was absolutely fascinated. The boy with briefs was either a shower or partially erect. The boy with boxers was shorter but fatter.
After they let me look, they said they wanted to "see how I was growing up". They weren't demanding or mean about it, they just made it sound like the most reasonable thing in the world. I guess this was before I became hyper modest because I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, then pushed down the front of my own briefs. I was (and am) a grower so at that age especially there wasn't much to see so I was a bit embarrassed to expose myself, but I did.
I remember them leaning forward and looking at my limp little circumcised penis with seeming interest. They told me it looked nice, which made me feel really good. They told me there were some things I could do to help get my "dead meat" to grow up to be like theirs.
And at that moment, my mom opened a window and called me into the house "to watch cartoons". I was mortified, of course. We hastily zipped up our pants; I went inside and they left. I don't recall getting a lecture or anything, but after that the two boys kind of avoided me and then of course they went on to high school. All of this took place 50 feet into the woods and some 50 yards from the house so I have no idea how my mom sussed out there was funny business going on, but clearly she did.
To this day I have no idea what their plan was, although I presume they were about to teach me to masturbate. It's one of the "might have beens" that I've fantasized about since puberty. The thing I'm most sad about though -- I think that was the only time I felt a sense of pride about my genitals until I was in college.
I grew up in a small subdivision where every lot was around 2 acres and most were fairly heavily wooded, and my back yard was no exception. There were a handful of other kids in the neighborhood but most of them were either much older or a little younger than I was. For whatever reason, my family didn't interact much with our neighbors and I was never really encouraged to play with the neighbor kids. I didn't even know most of them until I started riding the bus for school.
As the school year went on, two of the three oldest boys from down the street kind of befriended me. They listened to what I wanted to talk about and they showed me some of the trails they had made through the lots where there were no houses. Keep in mind, these were eighth graders (so 13-14) and I was maybe first grade (so 6-7).
I'd talked about how we had some trails through the woods in our back yard, so one day they asked if I could show them. Of course I said yes, I was happy to have their attention and they made me feel older than the little kid I was.
We probably walked around the trails for half an hour until we reached the rock pile with the old muffler pipe I liked to pee into. I don't recall specifically but I must have talked about it because the next thing I know we were talking about penises. I can't remember most of what was said but I particularly remember them using the phrase "dead meat" to refer to an undeveloped or perhaps flaccid penis.
At that point, both boys unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans and showed me their penises: The boy who did most of the talking pushed down the front of his briefs and the other boy unbuttoned the fly of his boxers. They were both circumcised and had pubic hair and I was absolutely fascinated. The boy with briefs was either a shower or partially erect. The boy with boxers was shorter but fatter.
After they let me look, they said they wanted to "see how I was growing up". They weren't demanding or mean about it, they just made it sound like the most reasonable thing in the world. I guess this was before I became hyper modest because I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, then pushed down the front of my own briefs. I was (and am) a grower so at that age especially there wasn't much to see so I was a bit embarrassed to expose myself, but I did.
I remember them leaning forward and looking at my limp little circumcised penis with seeming interest. They told me it looked nice, which made me feel really good. They told me there were some things I could do to help get my "dead meat" to grow up to be like theirs.
And at that moment, my mom opened a window and called me into the house "to watch cartoons". I was mortified, of course. We hastily zipped up our pants; I went inside and they left. I don't recall getting a lecture or anything, but after that the two boys kind of avoided me and then of course they went on to high school. All of this took place 50 feet into the woods and some 50 yards from the house so I have no idea how my mom sussed out there was funny business going on, but clearly she did.
To this day I have no idea what their plan was, although I presume they were about to teach me to masturbate. It's one of the "might have beens" that I've fantasized about since puberty. The thing I'm most sad about though -- I think that was the only time I felt a sense of pride about my genitals until I was in college.