The gym teacher I had would walk around naked in the locker room, he had pretty decent cock and bush.
I wouldn’t say he did it a lot, but our hot as fuck baseball coach would “often” shower with us after practice. It usually happened when some animated conversation persisted as we came into the locker room. Then he’d talk with us for a while while we stripped and headed to the showers, and if the convo continued, he’d often just strip down, grab a towel and come into the gang showers with us and let us all enjoy his big swinging dick and hairy, heavy nutbag.
How did you kids not get raging boners when you saw his man-sized dick and nice hanging testicles? I was almost always, at least partly, boned up. At school, I always went with underwear and my jock to try to conceal the most noticeable part of my boner. When my Dad realized I did all this to hide my bulge, he said "don't hide it, be proud, it's natural, especially with young boys just starting to become young men" I tried it once with, I am sure, a really red face of embarrassment... When no one ever said weird things, I became used to it and actually came to love seeing kids look down at my bulge. Thanks to my Dad, I developed a lot of confidence, long before most of my buddies. One of my English teachers even started to show interest in me. During chats after class, sitting next to him at his desk, he would gradually get closer and closer til he could rub or pat my leg as we talked. I had zero interest in doing anything, but I let him do it because I knew he would always give me breaks on grades.
I should have thought of that!
Very true, wish I had signed up.
My Dad was the best. There were four of us brothers, no sisters. So the house was full of testosterone, and our Mother realized this and let Dad handle all guy issues. We four brothers had a separate part of the house for our 4 bedrooms, but one pretty huge gang bathroom with a huge shower and plenty of room for all of us at once. Dad was great at being totally open with us about everything to do with our bodies, our development, explaining and showing us what we all wanted to know, but he didn't wait for us to ask. He told us early in our lives and demonstrated without being shy about it. You name it, we knew from him. Dad was really nicely endowed, great hanging balls and fully shaved. Our granddad (Dad's dad) lived very close, and we saw him and my Grandmother in the pool quite often. He had a slim cock and super long hangers, but damn it was long, holy shit it was long. I had one older brother (2 years older) and two younger brothers, all of us were 2 to 3 years different in age, so we were very close in most ways. We had a pool so in good weather, we were always in it, and never any clothes, our Mother included. It was nice not to have to hide and when friends came over, they were always encouraged to strip too. It just made things so much more natural. And life is still great, so many years later.
So who taught you about masterbation?
My best friend’s older brother, on my friend’s 11th birthday sleepover. Next morning I rushed to ask my dad if what I’d done was okay, and he gave me a hug and said, “My boy, you just took the first step into manhood.” Then he gave me some practical tips. Example — “Use a wash cloth to cover your head while you cum, and then wash it out in the bathroom afterward. Mom’s don’t understand and won’t be happy finding crusty tshirts, briefs or socks!” God I miss my dad.
I’m a lucky guy to have had two totally awesome dads. My first dad died when I was just about to be 12, and my mom remarried an awesome man (a friend of my dad’s, whose wife had died four years before and left him with two boys older than I) almost two years later. Both were completely open with us and practical and supportive (which came into play as his oldest and I, the youngest, are gay).
I'm 73 and I never had one conversation about sex with anyone. Good old health class was my only source of information, and that was paper thin.
Our school had issued gym shorts and they were the real short type, we’d have to sit up’s at the beginning of gym, half the boys had the hold the other half’s feet, the shorts were so short all the straps could be seen on every guy as he laid there doing his sit-ups.
It’s difficult for me to imagine how difficult that could have been for you or how your dad could have taken that stance. Being a father now myself I cannot imagine anything which I would allow to get between me/us and the love we have for our son. As grateful as I am for my good fortune of parents I am equally sorry for you and others who have experienced what you describe and is an all too frequently occurring situation. .
My cousin told me about it when we were 8 1/2 yrs old. But I had already started to masturbate because I knew an older kid who I used to ride with on our bikes. He just started to ask if I had dick hair yet (no) and if I knew what jerking-off was. I said I knew, but I wanted him to tell me more. So we went to a field up the street from my house. He really wanted to show me his much bigger dick, and I really wanted to see everything. Down went his jeans and underwear, and he started to play with himself. I got so hard, so fast, I was in heaven. He was semi hard when his dick popped out and soon was super hard. He spit in his hand and started to stroke. I didn't know about the spit, but it helped a lot to make it feel great. He looked closely at my dick and balls and said he liked what I had but hoped I would get bigger really fast. Then he licked my dick head and that was awesum. My cousin told be about that, but we hadn't tried licking or sucking yet. So I held my hard dick and put it up to his mouth again, and he took it in. That was the real beginning of my real love of anything related to dicks, etc.
My school did too! Absolutely loved holding guys feet as they did sit ups, but my favorite was holding the Coach's feet and seeing his jockstrap, straps and his cock pop out...many, many times!
Sounds hot. I never had that kind of experience.
We were as well… tho we all called them ‘ass straps’ per our coach. We also called the pouch our ‘nut rack’… one time when I forgot to bring my jock cos it was in the wash at home, Coach let me borrow one of his even though it was still damp from his using it the class before ours. I even kept it on all day wearing it home because that was a Friday and I knew I would have his Jock with me the entire weekend. I smelled it each and every night with both our nut scents in it. I never smelled anything like that before in my life, and it kept me instantly hard… I even jacked off in it a few times that weekend wearing it all the time! I knew there and then I not only had a love of jockstraps but also a manly longing for my coach.
Fucking awesome stud! Do you fuck him too?
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