Kids gone wild

masturbators recall:

Mine run to about the same age...all the neighborhood kids used to get
toghether and head to some fields behind our houses that were
undeveloped...trees, grasslands, etc. One summer we scavanged enough
old wood and materials to fabricate a tree house...platform actually
where we would lie down and pull out our little dicks to rub them on
each other, hold, fondle, and show off.  Sometimes one of the kids
would get an older cousin with pubic hair to drop by and share in a
circle jerk - he being the only one that would cum. We loved dropping
our pants and pulling pud!  This went on well into high school and was
normal for our neighborhood!  Can't get enough self pleasuring and am
soooooo glad for a proper upbringing!

 

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Forgot to mention that some of the parents were aware of this nasty
behavior...one "club house" we had in the rafters above a double
garage always had bikes and a range of ages after school was out.
Stashes of playboys to jerk to and kids to jerk with...busted one day
when a mom told the kid's mom who lived there about her son's
descriptions of jerkings going on...  Another sleep-over at my best
friends produced a dad who came up when we got a little loud and
discovered naked hard boy meat playing while we should have been
sleeping.  The next day my buddies mom explained to me that my friend
was a nasty boy and that I might not want to hang with him.  I told
her that we were best buds and not to worry about me doing things I
didn't want too. She winked.  It was a pretty loose house with her
being observed helping a 24 year old cousin to blow jobs in the
bathroom while hubbie was home...we also often borrowed their "hidden"
stash of 8mm porn.  Wished they could have seen the jerking boys in
the basement enjoying...

 

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i was the only one of my age in the neighborhood. there were six boys that were about 5 years older than me. we lived on the edge of town and there were woods and fields outside of the city limits. one very rough and wooded area was the playground.

there was an area with an old shack that was the ‘club house’. in return for letting me join them i was the designated slave of the group. i was the carrier of everything that had to go into the woods. then we moved to slaves should not have clothes. there were sessions during the day and i helped out.

this went on until the older boys starting to pursue girls and after the first one got a driver’s license the woods were a thing of the past for them.fortunately for me i was ‘discovered’ by an older man and while there was a  change there was a conitinuation of activities.

by the ninth grade my reputation as a constant masturbator was well known in the small town. one of the highlights  was being sent to the principals office to be paddled for doing it in class. the fact that i had to deliver the note from the teacher to a girl that was the office assistant and then know that she was on the other side of the door while i was getting the lecture and paddling was a major thrill, i couldn’t wait to get a chance to enjoy that event.

best  wishes,

frank

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I had a playhouse in the 3rd grade. Another boy and myself would go into it
and pretend we had been abducted by aliens, who subjected us to physical
examinations. Of course that meant we had to pull our shorts down. We would
squat in the semidarkness with our shorts and undershorts pulled down to our
ankles. We had no idea why this felt so strangely enjoyable. We would
observe to each other "My wee-er is getting stiff", but had no clue what it
was about. No touching, though and we stopped after awhile, fear of getting
caught.
Your other comment about getting caught and going to the prinicple for a
lecture on masturbation -- that is the stuff that dreams are made of. Isn't
it strange how chronic masturbators like us turn shame and humiliation of
our behavior into a powerful erotic experience?