The fence

 

1. How it started….

Well I felt drawn to older (gay) men then and from an early age. Why that was and how it started I don't know. Possibly because it appealed to me when they wanted to conquer me, while others, especially straight people, saw in me just a young, immature guy whom, except in sports, they just didn't really take seriously.

In contrast, I discovered a great deal of interest in myself among gay guys. I felt that more and more every summer, every vacation, every time I stayed at the quarry pond and with every inch of my growth. I saw their looks, felt the desire without really knowing what it was. It was just a hunch, tingling in the stomach, but of course no certainty. The fact that this was solely due to my well-developing athletic body, age and not my intellect did not detract from my vanity.

In addition, I always looked much younger, innocent and feminine on my face. At 14, I looked 12 and at 17 I looked 14. And that's why I loved everyone who no longer treated me as an immature youngster, which I also no longer was, although at 19 I still had to show my ID in every cinema. With my genitals, however, I have long been able to compete with older classmates and many "adults".

For a long time I jerked off at night on two guys who had once unabashedly got on with each other in the dunes of a nudist beach in the middle of the day. It was incredibly erotic, pure gay male sex. To this day I do not know whether they noticed my presence. If so, the little tensioner had probably been quite indifferent to what they were doing. But the effect on me and on my cock was monstrous. I only knew from hearsay that there was such a thing between men, but I had no idea how it went. I had never seen a porno either. “He doesn't want anyone, he's homosexual,” I once heard my mother say about an acquaintance when I asked why he didn't have a wife. I just nodded, guessed what she was talking about, but didn't ask any further questions.

Thanks to the Internet and xhamster, today's youth should be a little more enlightened. My education by legal guardians and in bio lessons related to man and woman, the inner and outer genital organs on diagrams and to what happens down there automatically after a certain age. I knew that blood and erectile tissue lead to our slats, which we like to compare in size when showering after sports class. Wettwichsen was also the order of the day. That was normal, "business-like" and without much eroticism.

So suddenly one fine day I was on vacation, naked like when I was born, in said dunes near our nudist campsite by the sea, in front of the two men who were fucking. One guy was lying on his back on his mat and the other guy was pounding his cock in his butt. The fucked had closed his eyes and his knees were almost pressed against his head. His bum was as exposed as a barn door as the other spread his legs. You saw everything.

Without any waiting time, my own cock immediately shot straight up to the height of the navel at this sight. I couldn't avert my eyes, jerked off as much as I could and splashed in a high arc. Unnoticed, another very hairy tensioner with a stiff bar had come in, who grabbed my ass and wanked along. He came immediately. But no sooner had I discharged myself than I fled. A few splashes of the hairy man's sperm hit me. This intimate touch by the stranger, his orgasm and the heavily fucking in front of me aroused completely different feelings than I had ever felt before on the buttocks or in the young cock. And the hairy man's squirting latte impressed me a lot too.

For days I returned to the said place without unfortunately ever seeing the guys again. But every time I jerked off there and more and more intensely I imagined myself to have been the guy on my back who had been fucked. Anyone who has not completely slept through their youth knows that. You had changed from boy to man almost overnight with the broken voice and in the time afterwards and yet you weren't yet one. Hormones, like the cock and the eggs themselves, went crazy in the body. There was hair where there used to be none. You had to jerk off to fall asleep and woke up at night to jerk off again. The nights became more and more damp and sticky.

When the alarm clock rang it was wet again downstairs or you had a stand on which you could hang heavier weights without your tail giving way. "Show-off" my sister said half admiringly, half with female cock envy, when I once entrusted her with my art in the bathroom. I often and gladly hung a bag containing old scales on my stiff manhood for training. And over time I was able to attach more and more weight without the load slipping off the tail.

In any case, I couldn't wait for the day to finally have sex myself. I never or seldom jerked off at the idea of ​​doing it with girls. I don't know if this had anything to do with my experience with the two men fucking and the hairy guy. But it was just a real desire and image that I always had in mind as a weighting template. Two men fucking on the beach. And another guy with a stiff latte who had touched my ass and whose sperm hit me too.

My mother wondered why at some point I wanted to nibble a carrot every night. I didn't want to eat the carrots at all, but put them first in Nivea and then with relish in my buttocks in many variations and of different lengths and thicknesses. Again, these were completely new feelings. I refined the game with the dildo carrots more and more until I could even cum without putting a hand on the tail. In dealing with carrots and unripe bananas, I became more and more perfect. I felt where they triggered more or less strong feelings and violent orgasms in me.

And so from day to day I became more and more excessive, horny and curious. I even tried a cucumber, but it hurt and was too big for my tight hole. Had I not been a good student, my focus on my sex life would have resulted in a sharp drop in performance. I solved the problem by jerking myself off after completing each afternoon homework as a reward for myself. So more completed tasks led to a stronger sex life and to the utilization of my cock.

From the beginning of spring, I started paying attention to men with semi-stiff or stiff tails who hid somewhere at the quarry pond and I swam or ran after them. But I never saw it as well as I did with the two men in the dunes. Usually there was always undergrowth in between or they were lying in tall grass. Still, I knew what they were doing. They fucked. Often you just heard it. But I simply didn't dare to join them yet. For that I masturbated all the more violently in public.

I then tried it a few times "right" with a friend of my sister's. But it didn't go beyond petting. She preferred to “go” with older boys with a car and a thicker wallet. So I found girls to be pretty purchasable and selfish. I would rather jerk off more honestly in the shower with a buddy, but there was no contact (yet) with him at the time. For the first time, however, I also imagined what if ... I would have liked to touch him. And fucked. So did he, as he later confessed. But nobody dared. We mechanically hastened to relieve ourselves and take the pressure off the eggs. Our whipped cream disappeared with the sewage, we turned off the shower, didn't talk about it or even about feelings for one another.

2. The neighbor

In our immediate neighborhood in the village there was a man I only knew superficially, although he lived diagonally across the street. He was traveling a lot for work, had a wife and two daughters who were older than me. Occasionally at the quarry pond in summer and for the first time many years before we had seen each other naked. For the first time, for example, when he borrowed a wrench and no one was at home except me. My father had a well-stocked hobby workshop that was his pride and joy.

I was not embarrassed to open the door for my neighbors naked because we were never or only lightly dressed at home and on vacation, at least in summer. Even puberty did not interrupt this. On the contrary. Because of my childlike appearance, I was proud of this development and happy when the pubic hair and a really male penis finally developed early on.

So at the time I went with him to the garage and gave him what he wanted. He didn't touch me. From then on I greeted politely at the lake. I didn't notice any interest, let alone sexual interest, in me. Sometimes he had been there with his daughters, but most of them, unlike him, the other bathers and me, wore trousers. Like me, my siblings thought that was silly and we didn't like them.

One day he rang the doorbell during the Easter break to borrow something again that he couldn't get at the hardware store. I don't know what it was anymore. Or maybe he just wanted to see me naked. Maybe. But for once it wasn't me. In any case, he intended to repair and paint the big fence behind which they kept some poultry on the family's large property, even a horse for the daughters and a dog. Like me, he was home alone and probably had vacation to do this work around the house. Since I was bored anyway, I decided to help him. "That would be nice of you," he said.

We went over. The dog barked, sniffed me briefly, and pulled away. Work was going well and it was a very warm day even though it was only April. I was only wearing my short sports shorts and a t-shirt. In contrast, he wore a relatively warm shirt and jeans. "Is that hot today," he moaned at some point and cleared himself upstairs. He wasn't an Adonis, but he was neatly built. It was a man, not a boy. He had muscles and strength. Compared to that, of course, I was slimmer, sportier and more agile than him. He worked upstairs, I worked on the fence downstairs, and we were a good team. I saw that he had a bulge in his pants, which I was very interested in and which I looked furtively.

We continued our work in silence when he took off his jeans without further comment. He actually had a decent item in his underpants. “Are you going on vacation again this year?” He asked at some point. “Yes, first sailing, then Montenegro again,” I said. As I said, he knew that we were nudists. "I also like to be naked," he announced. “Like you at the lake. Do you mind? ”“ Nope, ”I replied and he had already got rid of his underpants. With interest I saw his tail up close, over which two conspicuously thick veins were drawn. The eggs were huge and piqued my interest. My smaller testicles were relatively close to the tail, while his, on the other hand, rested heavily and large in a sagging sack.

"Aren't you warm?" He asked after a while. “Take off your clothes too, it's more convenient. And you won't get any color on your pants. ”Actually, I didn't really dare to, because I was semi-rigid. I was suddenly excited to be so close to him. "Are you embarrassed?" I didn't answer that, but took off my shirt and pants with two short rucksacks. We worked in silence, now stark naked, in the sun together.

The physical distance between us grew smaller and smaller while we were working and then dissolved. He was now obviously looking for my physical closeness and I did not find it uncomfortable. On the contrary. He saw it. The first "unintentional" touches occurred. "You look damn good, you know that?" He asked suddenly, looking at me. Suddenly there was a strange crackling tension in the air. My mouth went dry. I saw the beads of sweat on his skin and it smelled of pure manhood.