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My earlier childhood was happy enough. My parents were loving and I had a great brother two years older than me who saw himself as my protector. Things went okay at school, I wasn't brilliant but did okay and I was pretty popular all round — nice looking, good at sports, always part of the in-crowd.

It was only when I reached puberty that a dark cloud seemed to be forming.

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Of course at that age boys start sniggering about sex and what they would like to do with girls. I wasn't particularly bothered because I was also curious and thought it all sounded exciting. What did disturb me a bit was the additional interest I was beginning to feel about other boys. Oh, I always got crushes on good looking guys in films or on TV but doesn't every boy at a certain age?

I started to masturbate frequently when I was 13 but was disconcerted that the images I conjured up as I wanked off were never of girls but boys. It could be a guy I had seen on TV or a picture in a magazine of a handsome boy, particularly if he was partially naked. Even more disturbing were the images that would come into my mind of boy school friends — how they looked in their swim wear or in the showers, the bulges in their jeans and nice round butts, their sexy laughs and so on.

I fantasized about how they would look naked, especially their cocks when they jacked off.

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I had read however that infatuation amongst young teens of the same sex was common so I wanked off without too much guilt. By the time I got to be 16 I became more and more unhappy.

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My teenage hormones were raging but I was disturbed because I became increasingly turned on at the slightest sexual provocation concerning other boys or even older guys. Most of us had tried to experiment with girls by the time we were 16 but without much genuine success. Judging by the stories of my mates it wasn't for the want of trying!

Most of the bragging we heard was clearly untrue but it was all part of guy posturing and strutting.

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Undoubtedly girls found me attractive and I managed to kiss a good many, which I was relieved to discover I did enjoy. Some let me feel their breasts, which was okay but not mind shattering for me. A few rubbed my bulge through my jeans and I certainly didn't have a problem with that and I really wanted them Boy jack off stories go further and jerk me off.

The only problem was that I always fantasized about a guy doing it to me rather than a girl. One girl was particularly hot for me and eager for me to put my hand up her dress. It was a big turn on, in a sort of illicit and mysterious way, until I got my hand inside her panties and felt her warm hairy wetness. More than a turn-off I actively didn't like it and made a lame excuse to get away. Then I was worried! I cannot begin to explain how wretched I felt — guilt, shame, confusion - this whole sex thing began to overshadow everything and spoil my life. The best times where when a few of us boys would find a secluded place and have group wank off sessions.

We would sit in the grass, in someone's house, wherever, and talk about girls, beating ourselves off to see who could come first. I think it was always me! They called me speedy Gonzalez and gave me lots of space because I would come with such force and distance! I knew that I came so strongly because wanking off with other boys was one of my hottest fantasies. Seeing other young teens with their trousers around their ankles pumping away at their cocks, their balls jerking around madly, brought me to an awesome ejaculation within a couple of minutes. My desperate desire was to have one of my friends wank me off and let me jerk him.

I so longed for that to happen in real life. Just the thought of another boy's hand around my throbbing cock and me gripping his lovely prick and rubbing his balls made me shudder and was my most frequent wank off fantasy. I had no idea how or if I could make it become a reality. Of course, at 16, most boys are not keen to let on that their sexual preference is for guys rather than girls!

Most people can be cruel but teens are perhaps the worse because they are driven almost entirely by image and what is expected of them. They have a mindless group mentality which almost nobody dare challenge, certainly not me. A real low point came for me when I realized that I was lusting after my older brother who had always looked out for me.

He was a very good looking 18yr old with a stunning body. Even though I was 16 he would still rough and tumble with me. I Boy jack off stories freaked because when he held me down or wrestled with me I would get a raging hard-on.

The situation was made worse because I had often seen my brother naked. I saw him many times coming out of the bathroom with just a skimpy towel around his waist leaving little to the imagination.

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Nor was he shy about strutting around his bedroom naked with his huge fat cock flopping around above big hairy balls. His prick certainly appeared huge to me then. His lack of concern for privacy when I was around was pretty blatant. One time in particular his door was slightly ajar enough for me to see my brother jerking off on his bed with a shaving mirror situated between his legs so that he could watch his balls and cock as he pumped.

I was certain then Boy jack off stories he knew that I would see him and like me to wank him off. Oh boy, my pre-cum juices flowed just at the thought! He was blatant in other ways as well. I would get majorly turned on listening to the erotic noises of fervent masturbation coming from his room next to mine as he wanked himself off. He didn't bother to keep quiet and his groans and grunts were clear to me as I wanked off in Boy jack off stories own bed listening to him. As he was about to shoot his load he would often gasp loudly, "Yes!

Oh yeah! I imagined his balls slapping up and down between his wide spread legs and his foreskin jerked up and down over his dripping pre-cum soaked cock head. I tried to make myself come in time with his noisy orgasm, shooting my spunk all over my chest and stomach with such force that it made me dizzy. He was pretty casual about leaving evidence around and I couldn't stop myself poking around in his room. As soon as you opened his door you knew it was a guy's bedroom — there was that clear and distinctive musky, sweaty smell mixed with what I knew to be the odour of frequently ejaculated semen.

I found his porn stash easily and, letting my imagination run wild, I had amazing wank off sessions examining his cum stains that were nearly always on his bed sheets. The best was where the times I discovered a wad of tissues under his bed stuck together with his stiff dried cum. I loved to smell his semen up close and feel the texture. Sometimes his spunk wasn't entirely dried up.

Then I would lick it, even though it was a bit sticky and gooey. He clearly forgot about those used w and I would take them back to my room and wank huge lo onto them myself, covering his cum with my own spunk, clearly remembering his ecstatic wank off noises from the night before. Deliberately mimicking his panting cries of, "Yes! Often I masturbated again immediately making that wad of his absolutely soaked with spunk!

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I would keep those tissues for a long time and smell them when I wanked off another time. I felt so guilty about this but was driven by a lust that, frankly, was beyond me to control. Often at the point of coming I couldn't stop myself imagining that my cock was my brother's big fat prick that I was wanking off, and that my shooting spunk was squirting out of his jerking cock.

Numerous times I tasted my own warm freshly ejaculated spunk, savoring the strong smell and silky creamy texture, almost believing that it had just been shot from my brother's balls instead of my own. My semen certainly tasted very much the same as his. Perhaps my brother is for another story.

It's hard to know how many incidences or how much ground to cover in one story, there was so much. By the time I was 18 I was a real wreck. My whole demeanor had changed for the negative, everyone commented on it and asked me what was wrong.

Of course I couldn't tell them. I had no-one I could confine in or, I thought, who would even remotely understand.

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