Robby Jones By Lee Mariner Copyright 2014
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A Learning Time
July and August 1946 were hot months. The Big War was over and things were slowly turning back to normal. At least for us kids they were. We still went to school, mowed lawns and we did some chores. After supper, we would meet on Glenrose Ave and play kick the can.
People would be sitting on poarches watching us while they were talking about the day or world events. We had a lot of fun but, the thing the boys liked was skinny-dipping in the "Y", learning about sex and jerking off.
When I was almost fourteen years old and I could see and feel my body changing, my dad told me about girls and how boys would start having feelings about girls and what boys, if they wern't careful, could do with girls.
The thought of having sex with a girl was not that appealing; at least from what I knew about it and it didn't arouse my curiosity or excite me. But, the excitement and the feelings that I felt whenever I was around a good looking boy did were different.
When we were taking a shower after gym class and we were naked, it was difficult for me to avoid getting excited.
I could see some of the other guys might be feeling the same way I did because of the way their cocks would start to swell when the were washing their private parts. Some would just giggle, some would try and hide it but there were some that bragged about how big their's was. Robby Jones was one of the braggers and his was big.
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The East and West branches of the Mill Creek met forming a single stream that would eventually empty into the Ohio River. Where the streams met a natural "Y" formed and the water was deeper and perfect for swimming. The bottom felt like sand mixed with earth but the banks were not as sandy. We cut the brush away and made a mixed grass and sandy dirt beach.
There were usually six or seven of us swimming in the creek almost every day during the summer and there was plenty of room on the bank for stripping off what clothing we were wearing which wasn't much.
After swiming, we would, since we didn't have towels, stretch out on the bank and dry off
Except for 3 boys who were pre-teen, the rest of us were thirteen to sixteen years old.
I was fifteen years old but learning about sex and my feelings had started when I was ten years old. My body was growing and filling out, becoming more muscular and my un-cut cock seemed to start getting bigger almost overnight. One day it was short and stubby and the next it was longer and thicker, a little over five and a half inches long.
The one thing that was becoming more and more obvious was my feelings for boys instead of girls. I liked girls alright but the boys my age made me feel a lot different, more excited.
Thinking about having sex with a girl was repulsive but not with a boy. The hard thing was how too make another boy notice that I was interested in learning if he felt the same way as I did.
Sometimes the guys would talk about getting laid or wanting a blow-job and from very exotic discriptions of what what was being done all of us, even the younger guys would get raging hard-ons that would result in a circle jerk but that was all. I wanted to learn more about getting laid or someone blowing me. But, I didn't want to seem so interested that the guys would start wondering why.
Robby Jones was one of the boys who really excited me and lots of times I would jerk-off alone thinking about him and his huge cock.
In the showers after our gym classes, he would unabashedly strut around locker room with his thick cock and heavy balls displayed.
In the shower room, younger boys would turn and face the wall while they were showering. Almost all of the other boys would glance at Robby when he entered the showers and that was it, But, when he saw me trying to hide my half hard cock but still gawking at him, he would grin and slowly stroke his thick cock.
Robby was the same age as me and he had a smooth, well-muscled, great looking body. His hair was dark brown, his eyes were a pale blue and he probably weighed the same as me,155lbs.
A mass of dark hair surrounded the thick base of his uncut cock and his walnut sized balls nestling in his crotch were a perfect resting place for his cock. I wasn't in the midget sized crowd for my age but Robby made me feel small and from the way he grinned I think he knew it.