BOYS WILL BE BOYS

BY THOM

It was the summer of 1960 and I had recently turned 12. It would be another 30 years before the Internet and its ready availability of porn. At that time there were a few dirty movie houses and there were magazines. Both were in short supply and certainly not available to anyone my age.

Occasionally I would run across a dirty magazine. Someone would get possession of one somehow and then not be able to really keep it because they didn’t want to be caught with it. So they would use it for whatever they could get out of it and then leave it somewhere. I guess I used to turn up at those places because I found several magazines in the places I was around that age. I was very much a loaner though and would habitat pretty sketchy places.

Once I found a leg magazine in the park. The park was a pretty shady place anyway. You could also find used condoms there all of the time too. This leg magazine had women who would be wearing heals and hose held up by garter belts. In the beginning of the mag, the woman (usually not more than one or two in the whole thing) would be getting out of a car or sitting on a stool and the picture would show a dress hiked up to nearly him waist so that you could see all of her legs and the tops of her hose.

At the end of the picture series She was usually pretty naked except She would usually still have her heals and hose on. Sometimes the garter belt would survive and sometimes it wouldn’t. No women shaved their pussies then so you would see a large dark, hairy triangle between her legs. No sense that there was a fuckable cunt in there. Many times her legs were crossed so the mystery continued without any additional information being available.

I once found a magazine that had very well build men in it, all wearing skimpy underwear and having erections making bulges in the underwear. I found this in a men’s room and knew, instinctively that this was a mag for men who liked men. We didn’t know from ‘gay’ in those days. We knew ‘homosexual’ but we put them down by calling them ‘queers.’ Funny how an oppressed group can adopt the labels of the oppressor for themselves and take all of the sting out of.

Anyway, I showed this magazine to a girl who was 15 that I had a crush on. She knew what it was too (how do we know these things?), though she didn’t know how she knew. She asked me if I would model like that and show her my hard on under my underwear. I was so flummoxed by the proposition that I nearly peed my pants. I stammered that I would certainly model for her and it would be with a hard on if she would strip down to her panties as well. She refused and kept the mag instead.

There were also Playboys around that time and you could often find someone’s big brother who had them, brought them home from college. The women in Playboy only showed their tits then. Nothing below the waist – bikini bottoms or panties, bare tits if you were lucky. Such tits though, big tits were the thing in those days.

When I ever got my hand on anything like that I would sneak it into my bedroom and jack off to it about a million times under the covers with a flash light after everyone had gone to bed. I’d smear my one or two drops of cum on the sheet. In those days at 12, I could probably have 3 erections an hour with an orgasm and a drop or two of come. I can still manage 3 a day at my age but I have to pace myself and by the third one I’m pushing out about as much sperm as I did in those days when I was 12.

I had a friend, Dan. He had an older brother who was in college and both of his parents worked. His house had a pool ideal for the summer of 1960 and two boys that were too young to work and too naïve to make very much mischief. One day that summer as soon as I got there, he told me he had something to show me in his room. We were alone in the house. Parents gone and no other family to interfere.

When we got to his room, he pulled a briefcase out from under the bed. Immediately bells began to go off in my head. What the hell is with a briefcase? My dad carries a briefcase but not a kid. We didn’t even know from backpacks yet. Backpacks were something you took on a friggin Boy Scout hike but a brief case was totally out of context in Dan’s bedroom.

Not sure what I was expecting but my breath had quickened and I was sure glad we were alone in the house. Even then I closed his bedroom door because I was paranoid about what was in the briefcase. I’ve always been that way, even as an adult. If I think I’m doing something wrong, I get all weird about it. I’d make a lousy gambler or bank robber.

Anyway, the briefcase was full of dirty magazines.

“Where did you get these, what are you doing with them?”

“A guy who knows my dad and had kind of taken an interest in me has given them to me to sell to kids I know. I think it’s a job he has on the side.” Dan said.

“Dirty magazines are a job?”

“They aren’t cheap and I don’t think they’re legal and they sure ain’t legal for us to have.”

“Would you like to buy one, some?”

“You bet but I can’t take them home, or at least I can’t keep them at home.”

We worked all of the angles until we agreed that we would raise the money to buy 6 of these magazines between us and that we would keep them at his house. His parents didn’t give a shit what he did and wouldn’t go snooping in his room when he wasn’t there. My parents didn’t trust me a bit, regularly found everything I hid. They never confronted me with it. Mid Western families never have any confrontation about anything unpleasant. I would just never see whatever it was I hid, ever again. Though I was betting that if I got caught with these there would be hell to pay.

We carefully selected our 6 mags.

A nudist magazine. Nudist mags seemed to be a sort of legal way to show naked people. Maybe it was in deference to their religion or something. Anyway, there would be pictures of naked people, including young girls our age with no hair on their pussys and little titty cones just hanging around eating ice cream and playing ping pong. The adults in those mags were disgusting though. Guys with really saggy balls and little dicks and women with floppy tits and the bushiest pubic hair ever. No wonder women have begun to shave their cunts.

A leg magazine. It was a lot like the one I had found. Women showing a lot of great legs in hose and heals. Fewer and fewer clothes on as the picture series progressed. Might end up with their legs up in the air over the heads. Heals akimbo. Maybe one off and one on. Maybe one stocking pushed down to an him ankle. No sex, no touching himself, no other person around. All of the sex was up to you.

A bondage magazine. These were really funny in those days. Tied up women in these mags were mostly dressed or no more naked than in their underwear. Occasionally they would have their tits bare but this was very, very rare. Also No sex, no one else present, no idea about how these women came to be tied up or what was going to happen to them. I know what I wanted to happen to them. I wanted them to have their underwear cut off with a sharp knife and then have me fuck the b’jiggers out of them while they were still tied up. But, yet again, you provide the sex, the scene of your choice.

A mag with just naked women. Naked was nice. No shaved pussy in those days. Very thick, bushy, triangles in their centers. Nice tits usually. Odd poses though like its art instead of sex. I think that’s how the mags producers sort of thought they might get away with having pictures of completely naked women, not just tits like in Playboy – by calling it art. Today that’s how some web sites get away, or at least try to get away, with showing pictures of naked 8 year old girls – by calling it art. Even though there was no sex either and you had to make it up, there was nothing in the scene between you and her. It was pretty easy to imagine what happened next while you pumped hard on your dick.

A magazine with women making love to women. These were fascinating and very titillating to me anyway. Women with fingers in each others’s cunts. Pussy’s in each others’s mouths. Laying on top of one another. 69. This was really juicy stuff. I sometimes could imagine myself in this scene with my dick in a pussy doggy style while the woman I was fucking was eating pussy. Mostly though I imagined they wouldn’t want me around if they really only liked women but I found it erotic never the less. Bi we didn’t imagine at all then. We might be confused about our sexual orientation but we never imagined that you could have it both ways!

A magazine with men and women sucking and fucking one another. This, of course, was the most amazing one of all because all of the mystery was revealed. Everyone in this mag though was odd looking, European or some other foreign place when pictures like this were more acceptable. The guys all had kind of slicked back hair and left their black socks on, the women had little boobs and weren’t so ‘blond’ as in American magazines. But, who cares, dicks inside of cunts and in women’s mouths. Women on top of guys. Two guys and one woman with both ends full of dick. Two women and one guy. These mags always gave you a Heinz 57 varieties medley. I usually didn’t have to turn the page to cum on this one unless I had used a particular picture so many times I needed another view.

Typical summer day then was that I would get over to Dan’s house pretty early in the morning and we would start the day with the magazines and then maybe swim for a while and hang in the sun. We’d have lunch, play a game or something inside where it was cooler in the afternoon and then we’d hit the mags again and be back in the pool by the time his dad or mom came home.

We both knew right from the start what we really wanted to do with the mags – like jack off a million times to them. But we didn’t get into it right away together because neither one of us wanted the other to think we were homos and wanted to see dick or touch dick or suck dick or whatever. And when you are that age your dick is squat next to the dicks of those guys who are fucking the babes in the mag. I mean they had great dicks.

So we sort of started off by rubbing the outside of shorts or swim trunks and having confined bulges in our pants. Then Dan got the idea that maybe he would go into his parent’s room to have a little privacy – he may of initially gone into the bath room and stayed there longer than it would have taken to pee or poop. Anyway, this left me alone to take care of myself and worked out well to both of our satisfactions.

After a little bit though, we were so absorbed in our activities that we didn’t care that we were together. His bedroom had two twin beds in it. I would use one and he would use the other. In the morning we would strip down to our under pants, divvy up the mags, three each, and each get on a bed. As we would get erections – skinny, not yet even a hint of maturing, 12 year old boy tiny erections – we would just push our undies down a bit a let our dicks pop up. I don’t’ think we even pushed our undies down to our knees or anything. We were careful though not to make a mess. And doing this like six times a day every day, we could have had quite a mess, even with a little squirt each time. We would have a wad of tissues or TP and wipe up after ourselves.

So one day when we were a few minutes or so into our afternoon session with the mags, Dan’s brother who was home from college and we had sort of forgotten about that turns up and says “OK boys, don’t move, I don’t want any of the evidence of this crime scene destroyed before I have a chance to examine it very closely.”

We didn’t hear him come into the house and for sure we didn’t hear him come into the room. Who knows how long he had been watching us pull on our dicks before he decided to announce his presence. We both jumped about a foot off the beds and grabbed for whatever we could to cover ourselves – which was the stupid magazines of course.

He really meant it when he said not to move though. When he saw us start to squirm around, he repeated that we were to be still.

“Get off of the beds both of you. Kick off your underpants and go sit at the end of the bed that Dan is on, each on either side and put your hands behind your backs.”

We followed his commands the best we could, abandoning our mags and our undies and sat naked at the end of the bed, one of us on each side with our backs to each other and put our hands behind us.

Dan’s brother came up to the foot of the bed and tied our hands together tightly behind our back with our under pants.

He then scooped up the magazines and went over to my bed to examine them. He kind of half reclined and half sat up on the bed while he went through the mags. From my vantage point facing him while Dan was behind me facing the wall, I could watch him. What I noticed was that he had a bulge in his pants and that as he looked at the magazines he touched himself over his bulge. I think he had been watching us for some time and that he was excited by what he saw. Not really sure whether I was totally cognizant of all of that then or that is how I interpret what I saw then now as I’m much, much older.

I also noticed that a couple of the buttons of his shirt were open, exposing his chest and he was massaging his nipples as he looked through the magazines.

After he had thumbed through all six of them, he came over to Dan and I and had us kneel by the side of the bed, putting our heads on the top of the bed. He told us we had been bad boys and that he was going to take it upon himself to punish us so that our parents didn’t have to be bothered by our naughty behavior. He took off his belt from his pants and began to whack our bare butts one at a time, alternating between us. After he had done this for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, he told us to turn around and face him.

Amazing, our little boy dicks were still hard. I guess you two are like getting off on this Dan’s brother said. Glad to see it because I have a few other things planned for us.

To relieve us of our current hardons he decided that we needed to suck one another off. He picked me to be first and sat Dan up on the bed in front of me while I continued to kneel in front of him. I put my mouth on his dick and began to suck on it. His brother slapped me some more with his belt as I sucked on Dan. I have to say it wasn’t unpleasant sucking on Dan’s dick and I put my best effort into it and soon he was coming into my mouth.

Dan’s brother switched us and Dan was sucking me off. While that was happening, I was keeping my eye on his brother. His brother pulled off his pants and shirt, stripping down to his undies. When he pulled off his pants, he rubbed the mound in his under pants and met eye contact with me as his brother sucked my dick. Then he pulled off his undies, releasing his huge, very hard cock. I gasped at the size of it compared to Dan and my little boy dicks.

He left the room briefly and came back with a tube of something. He watched Dan suck me off for a bit longer but before I could come, he interrupted Dan and had me kneel up on the bed,. Dan’s brother first put his hard cock in my mouth and had me suck on it for a bit. Then he pushed me down onto the bed, head on a pillow and my knees up underneath me. He told Dan to go sit in the chair next to the bed.

He took the tube he had in his hand and smeared some of the lubricant over his fingers and then rubbed his dick with it. Crawling up behind me, he pushed a couple of fingers into my ass, trying to stretch it. When he thought it was as ready as it was going to be, he greased up his cock and pushed it into my ass. It hurt to have his huge cock in my little butt hole and he thrust it hard in and out. He reached around to my front and fondled my still hard dick while he fucked me.

His thrusting into my ass really hurt and I started to whine about. He stopped his fondling me long enough to grab my bound wrists with one hand, pulling my arms up hard and slapped my butt cheeks a few time. That was a lot worse than his big cock in my butt hole so I stopped whining and let him fuck me hard.

I looked over at Dan sitting nearby. I could see that his dick was hard again I guess from watching his brother fuck me. Dan’s wrists were still tied behind his back so he was trying to get his hands around the front to touch himself but he couldn’t manage it. He started to complain to his brother about his problem and his brother told him that his turn was coming up as he held on tightly to my ass and pumped his come into my ass. I could feel the hot liquid flowing, it seemed like it would never stop.

Before he pulled out, he told Dan to get up on the bed next to him. It was a bit of a struggle with his hands tied but he crawled up next to my ass. Still inside me, he grabbed the tube and greased up Dan’s hard dick and told Dan to get between my legs when he pulled his dick out of me. He pulled out and moved to the side of me. Dan got between my legs and his brother guided Dan’s dick into my butt hole. His little dick was a breeze compared to his brothers and with his brother’s come, it was really sliding in and out easily.

Dan’s brother got off the bed and found his belt again and smacked our backs and our butt cheeks telling us to fuck faster and harder. We did the best we could tied up to push into one another and soon Dan came into me too. When Dan had pulled out, I turned over and complained that everyone had gotten off but me. My dick was sticking up like a flag pole. Dan’s brother made Dan go down on me again, sucking on me until I came into his mouth. It was such a relief to finally come.

After he untied us, Dan’s brother said he wouldn’t go telling our parents about our dirty magazines and jacking off if we wouldn’t tell anyone about what had gone on. Seemed like a reasonable deal and we agreed. We asked his brother if he was going to be around the next day when we got together and he said he thought it was very likely and would we be playing with ourselves and looking at the pictures in the magazines again? Oh, we think it’s very likely too.