This is my second attempt at writing and I preface it with the usual disclaimers. This tale is based on a summer of awakening when as a 14 year old I went on a town twinning trip to the city of Odense in Denmark. To set the scene in context Scotland in the late 60's was highly conservative in every sense of the word and Denmark was clearly at the other end of the spectrum.
My name is Ray and this story is about my 15th summer. I was brought up in a small Scottish mining town . Here sex of any kind was something not talked about between parents and kids. With no internet, the closest thing to nudity a boy could see was swimsuit models on television , bra adverts in mum's clothing catalogue being swimsuits, and of course the H & E magazine which you could steal a glance at in some city newsagents. Discovery was a solo voyage aided and abetted by playground talk..
I had entered my first growing spurt the previous year and now had a small bush around the base of my developing cock which when hard stretched to around 4 inches . I had discovered about 18 months earlier that I had an interest in the sexual organs of my fellow classmates as I was mesmerized in the communal showers at my new school when I saw Brian, striding in after games displaying the same amount of pubic hair as I had now .Amazingly it was the first time I'd ever seen pubes on boy and I remember the vision to this very day, From that day on I have maintained a healthy ( depending on your point of view) interest in that region of the body and being sports minded enjoyed on a daily basis the variety of sizes , shapes and pubic density which exists amongst 12/14 year old boys. However it was not the done thing to talk about these things like kids do today.
My outlet for this interest was in regular wanking, something I had discovered early in life. I was capable of producing that " funny " feeling even when I was soft by placing a fore -finger in the top of my small appendage and twisting it around in a swirling anti- clockwise direction. (It still works I tried it today). By the time I was 13 though things had got much more exciting when I discovered proper masturbation and very soon thereafter the production of the sticky stuff , incidentally around the same time as I proudly spotted my first pubic hair just after my 13th birthday.
As my parents worked I was often home alone after school and regularly stripped off , lay in the living room and enticed by pet budgie to perch on my erect dick - guess I was a showman even then. My younger brother shared a room with me and we played tickling games which were pretty staid
until I suggested that tickling under the balls was a good game and when he agreed I was sure to get the most glorious erection .
Pretty tame you would agree for a fourteen year old but all was soon to change