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Washington State-- I'd like to relate a couple of incidents that happened to me while I was quite young that had a major impact on my appreciation for the penis (and balls.) This is all true and is repeated as best as I can remember.

It was 1960 and my family was in the process of moving from the east coast to the west coast. I was seven and my older brother was nine. We had stopped in Dallas on the way to California for two weeks to visit my dad's parents. One day my brother and I were told to take a bath, we were going out shortly and we needed to get going. We both climbed into the bathtub nude and turned the water on-- even at that age my dick got hard (a horizontal erection) in hot water as it does today. My brother's dick did the same-- a nice vertical erection for a boy of nine. We took turns washing ourselves-- especially our penises. Then I reached out and took his dick in my hand and washed it. He followed suit and washed mine. A great feeling. We both ducked under the water to rinse ourselves and stood up so that our still-erect boy penises touched. He then got on his knees and sucked my dick as best as a nine-year-old could do. It felt strange but amazingly warm and soothing He sucked it for a few minutes and then he stood up with his beautiful vertical erection and asked me to suck him. I did it for a while and a knock on the door came. My mom was calling us to get dressed. We hopped out and dried off and went out for the night. The feeling of having another dick in my mouth was surprising.

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We never spoke about it nor did we do it again, but we took other showers together in our new home-- my family was very water conservation conscious from the start. We never really messed around until Christmas of 1966 when the family took a vacation to Palm Springs. My dad was playing in a golf tournament that week so we went along for the ride. It was usually a pretty good time. We hung out and went to the pool quite a bit. I remember glancing at his crotch off and on-- I loved looking at his dick-- even soft it was a fine piece of work. Of course seeing his dick when he was nude was always a joy, just catching it semi-erect in the a.m. or in full erection upon waking up was a treat for me. His vertical erection I've always felt was one of the most beautiful hard-ons I've ever seen. So naturally I always was peeking at his dick in his room at home, in the shower, at the beach or pool and every where else.

One day we were supposed to be going out to dinner at some famous restaurant so we were told to be ready by 6 p.m. Since we needed a shower to rinse off the chlorine, my brother and I hopped in to the shower in our room and proceeded to wash our selves. As we washed, our penises naturally touched and rubbed up against one another. Both of our dicks began to stir. My knob began growing and so was his. His penis at half erection stood straight out with a little bow. I remember remarking that his dick was getting hard, and looked great. My own penis was soon at full erection pointing straight out with a large head. His dick soon was at its most beautiful vertical erection pointing up with a pair of perfect balls just the right size.

We spent quite a bit of time washing our own penises and balls-- taking elaborate steps to make sure our dicks were clean. Then my brother took my dick in his hand and proceeded to jack on it with even strokes. It felt unbelievably great. It was the only the second time someone else had held my dick in their hands and it was the same person both times. I of course followed suit and took his in my hands. Oh how wonderful that gorgeous erection felt in my hands I had secretly wanted to play with his dick but I was too shy to ask but he made it academic. I remember both of us enjoying the others dick immensely. We really went to town on each others cocks. I remember really working my hands on his dick, doing a number of things, such as pulling down on it and watching it spring back to the vertical. He did the same and it was obvious we both really liked playing with each others penises.

We finally got out of the shower and dried each other off spending lots of time drying and playing with each others cocks. We both examined each others penis very carefully-- really running our hands and fingers all over the entire length especially the head. We also took lots of time inspecting each others balls, but we were more intensely interested in each others dicks. I loved and still love his gorgeous hard-on. He loved mine although I don't know how he feels about it today. After our inspection tours of each others dicks we went back to jacking each other off. Oh god what a feeling I could tell we both were pretty close to coming.

My brother then got on his knees a took my dick into his mouth. Wow He proceeded to give me as good a blow job as a 15-year-old could, taking as much down his throat as possible. He worked his mouth on my knob very slowly. Then he stood up and asked me to suck him like he had done. I proceeded to take his wonderful dick in my mouth and suck it to my hearts content. I did know what I was doing but I was loving every minute of it. God his dick felt so good in my mouth. His dick slid nicely down my throat as far as I could take it without gagging. His dick head tasted good and it was fun licking it and just sucking on it like a sucker We then decided to sixty-nine for a while-- which was just fine with me. After sixty-nining for a few minutes we decided to finish each other off by hand. We took each others dick in hand and then jerked each other off until we came. I remember when both of us came-- I came first and splattered him with it-- he came all over my hands. For a couple of minutes we held each others still stiff dicks in our hands. As we got up and were putting on our underwear my dad called to us to get moving.

For a few days after that incident, we would play with each other but only in passing. The usual brushing and bumping against or grabbing each others crotch in our underwear or swim trunks. About 10 years later I remember him opening the door of the room we shared as I was jerking off and coming all over myself. He stood in the doorway and watched me dump a big load that day. That same summer I remember being in the shower jerking off and having him walk in to use the toilet. As he was taking a dump he watched me jerk off again, dumping another big load. As I finished he didn't say a word in either time but was intensely interested by the look on his face.

Author Profile:  Boyd McDonald

Born in 1925 in South Dakota, Boyd McDonald entered Harvard as a high-school dropout after serving in the army in World War II. Jobs with Time, IBM, and several Wall Street firms preceded Boyd's career as a chronicler of gay sex. He was the founder and editor of Straight to Hell (alternatively the Manhattan Review of Cocksucking), and later published a number of anthologies of true sex histories. Boyd died in September 1993, two months after completing his final book, Scum.