Some kids ease into puberty but I entered it like an avalanche crashing down a mountain slope.  At age twelve I would be reading or thinking of something or another and the next thing I knew my prick would be stiff and jutting out.  It hurt like hell and was a real nuisance, like in the morning when you first got up and had to pee.  A year later I had a boner most of the time and was proud as hell of it.  I’d get hard as soon as we stripped for PE but unlike other kids who concealed theirs’ behind cupped hands, I let mine point the way.  Once a week we all got herded to the nearby YMCA pool.  We always swam naked there back then and the teacher would make us like up beside the pool by height and check us all out for open sores before allowing us to enter the pool.  I wasn’t the tallest kid in the class but if we’d lined up by length instead of height I’d have been at the head of the line.

            We were all horny little shits and we’d tell jokes about hair and jacking off and all sorts of things and we were also in the habit of nailing each other in the balls.  Needless to say things got a little interesting around the hallways and schoolyard.   You’d be walking along, minding your own business, when Pow! You were on the floor rolling around in agony.  I was probably the worst, and I developed a special technique.  I’d come up behind a guy and tug his pants down around his ass.  The first thing the guy did, of course was pull up his pants, which left his crotch momentarily undefended.  I’d then bring either a knee or even my foot smartly up between his legs and down he’d go every time.  I took my share of pops too, of course, but the thing that really made me different was that I liked it.  A hit to the balls would get me hard instantly, or if I were already hard and hadn’t jacked off in the last few hours it would usually cause me to shoot off right in my pants.

            I masturbated quite a bit back then and Dad used to rag me about it.  Mom had found someone that she liked better than Dad and I only saw her once a month or so and even then it was only for an hour at a time, so it was just Dad and I in the house.  I knew Dad did it too because I could smell it in his bedroom.  I pointed that out to him once but he got pretty ugly about it so I never mentioned it again.  Anyway, I’d wake up hard, jack off, then get up and go to school.  Sometimes at school I’d make like I had to take a dump so I could go to a restroom stall and do it again, and I’d nearly always do it once more before going to sleep.  Sometimes I’d even wake up around midnight and jack off again.  I thought about sex most of the time and I looked up every word I heard about the subject in the dictionary and perused the encyclopedia for more information, and better yet, pictures.  I never missed a word when one of the other kids shared something that they’d seen, heard, or read, and I was quick to share whatever knowledge I had gleaned and by the time I turned fourteen I still didn’t know jack shit about anything but jacking off.

            My cousin Hank came out from the coast that July to spend a couple of weeks with us.  Mom had told her sister a month before she’d split ‘he’s always welcome, he can come anytime.’ His parents didn’t know that Mom and Dad had split up, and having booked themselves onto an adult only cruise in the San Juans they sent Hank East on the Greyhound.  Hank was a little over a year younger than me.  Although I was leaner and more muscular he was as tall as me and we weighed about the same. He was into baseball in a big way and he knew all of the players on all of the teams and I was into sex in a big way, so we didn’t have a hell of lot in common.

            We screwed around town for the first day just more or less getting reacquainted then Dad went off on a hot date and left us alone for the evening with instructions to stick around the house.  We watched TV for a while.  We had three channels back then, black and white, and Have Gun Will Travel had just ended so I got up and went to the bedroom we shared and stripped down and stroked myself hard and came back into the living room bare-assed naked  “I’m going to bed now,” I said.  “We’d better not be up when Dad gets home,” which by my calculations, would be in about two hours.

            Hank had probably never seen a guy with a boner and he couldn’t take his eyes off my cock as he joined me in the bedroom.  His mom had sent pajamas but I told him that it was too hot to wear them and that Dad and I both slept in the raw, so he stripped down too.  I could see right away that his nuts hadn’t yet dropped.  He was still a hairless little kid with hardly any tools at all and here I was, a big, macho man with a set of balls that were still slightly swollen from last week’s Mega-Thump by Pete Larson and a gigantic five and thirteen-sixty-fourths inch cock that stood out from my body like a miniature ICBM.  I hopped into the upper bunk and turned out the light and started jacking off. He heard the springs complaining and asked me what I was doing, so I invited him to take a look and see for himself.

            “Wow,” he said after I had shot a load of sperm onto my belly. “Is that the stuff that makes babies?”

            “Yeah,” I said, barely able to keep my eyes open.

            “Have you ever, you know, done it with a girl?” He asked.  I would have liked to have told him that I’d fucked the snot out of a lot of bitches, but the truth is that even though I was horny as hell I was basically too chickenshit to even ask a girl out, let alone try to screw one.

            “No.”  I answered.  “Lets go to sleep.”

            He wanted to touch it the next evening, and I let him.  He only made one pump before I let go.  It felt weird as hell having another guy touch my cock, but it had also been the most thrilling thing I’d ever done and I wanted him to do it some more.

            “I saw Mom and Dad do it once,” he volunteered the next evening after giving me another hand job.  “I heard a noise one night, so I sneaked down the hallway and peaked into their room.  Mom was on her back and Dad was on top of her.  I watched for a minute, and then went back to bed before they saw me.  A couple of weeks later she told me she was going to have a baby, but a little after that she had to go to the hospital and when she came home she said that the baby had died inside of her.”

            It was my turn to be awed.  I’d seen dogs fucking and I’d just kind of assumed that people did it the same basic way.  Now it seemed that this hairless little turd that didn’t even hardly have a dick or balls knew a lot more about my favorite subject than I did. “Is that right?”  I said somewhat skeptically.

            “Oh yeah,” he answered, “also, some older guys showed me a magazine that they got somewhere.  Women have kind of a hole down there and guys stick their dicks in it and wiggle their asses, and the stuff comes out of their dicks just like it does yours, but it goes inside of the women and that’s what makes babies.”  That was a lot more than I knew and I not only wanted to know more but I also wanted to try it myself.

            The next morning it was raining and Dad went to work early, so after we had both woke up I told Hank that I wanted to get on top of him and pretend he was a girl.

            “That’s dumb,” he informed me, “I don’t even have a hole there”

            “Just squeeze your legs together,” I told him as he started to get dressed.  “Come on, it’ll be fun.”  Fun for me anyway.  He didn’t want to do it, but I kept at him and he finally stripped off his underpants and climbed up onto the top bunk.

            “Okay, but you can’t kiss me or anything like that,” he said, clamping his legs tightly together.  I climbed on top of him, and after fumbling around for a bit I managed to stuff my dick down between his legs.  It was an awkward angle, but it still felt okay and I started pumping my ass up and down, and less than a minute later I blew my wad in a big puddle right on my sheet where I had to sleep. Yuk.

            “See. That didn’t hurt a bit, did it?” I asked Hank as he wiped some of my goop off of the back of his thighs.

            “No, I guess not,” he answered, “But that’s not how guys do it to each other.”

            “Huh?”

            “Yeah.  Tommy Sanders’ house is right next door to these two guys that live together.  His dad says they’re queers or homos or something like that.  Anyway, Tommy looked in their window one time and told me that the one guy was down on his hands and knees and the other guy was poking him in the butt, and that they both really seemed to like it.”

            The day before Hank had to go home I fucked him in the ass.  Ever since he told me about it I knew I had to try it and I pestered him incessantly. “Just let me try,” I begged.  “If it hurts I’ll stop.”  He still wouldn’t go for it, so I reminded him that the guys that Tommy Someone saw were both enjoying it, but he said that was different because they were homos.  I told him that just trying it once didn’t make a guy a homo, and besides, if he were old enough I’d let him do it to me.  I reminded him that my dick wasn’t any bigger that the turds that he flushed every day and that taking it in the ass would feel just as good as taking a big dump, but I think he finally relented only because he thought of me sort of as a big brother that he could trust.

            Dad had another hot date, which I knew by now really meant going out and getting drunk, so I had Hank strip down and lay over the edge of the bottom bunk, knees on the floor.  I spread his ass cheeks apart and put the end of my unlubricated cock right against his hole and pushed. 

            “Ouch!” he screamed. “That hurts! Stop!”  I stopped all right.  I stopped when my balls bottomed out against his butt.  The feeling was incredible.  Unlike my hand or Hanks thighs his ass felt incredibly hot, and also tight, as if it were a vise clamping my cock.  I rocked forward a few times trying to thrust myself even deeper and suddenly shot what felt like a pint of my goop into him.  I slumped forward, spent, and waited until I was soft to pull out.  My dick had a little blood on it and also some of his shit, so I went in the bathroom and washed it off.  Hank came in too and sat on the toilet crying.  I left him there and went to bed. He finally pulled on his underpants and rolled into his bunk, but he was still sobbing when I went to sleep.

            He was up and dressed the next morning before I got out of bed, and didn’t say much on the drive to the bus station.  Dad probably figured he was sad to leave, but I knew better and doubted he would accept my invitation to come back next summer.

            A few days later Mom stopped by the house to talk to Dad, but he was out again on another one of his ‘dates’, so I went to bed while Mom stayed up and waited for him. I heard the door slam when he came in and I could hear him and Mom arguing about something or other just like they did when she lived here.  She finally left and after a while Dad came into my room.

            “Get down here, boy,” he slurred, setting his half empty bottle of vodka on the dresser.  I rolled off the bunk, covering my cock and balls with my hand and sat on the lower bunk and pulled a corner of the bedspread over my crotch.  Letting the other guys or Hank see me naked was one thing, showing it to Dad was quite another.  “Hank’s mom claims that you did something pretty wrong.  Is that true, boy?” he said, sitting down beside me.

            I felt my face getting hot and I lowered my eyes to the floor, but I couldn’t lie.  “Yes sir,” I said.  He pulled the bedspread away and spent a few seconds staring at my crotch.

            “Okay,” he finally said, rising, “stand up and turn around.”  I obeyed promptly.  Dad got a little nasty when he’d been drinking and it was best to do what he said.  “Bend over the bed,” he then ordered.  I knew what would come next.  It had been a couple of years since he’d belted my ass, but he frequently reminded me that he’d still do it if he had to.

            I expected to hear him slide his belt out of the loops, then the swish as it swung through the air, and finally the awful smack and the ensuing sting as it slammed into my butt, but instead I felt him grab my wrists and pull my hands behind my back.  My dad was a big powerful man and he easily held both my wrists in one of his hands while he looped a piece of clothesline around them.  He then pushed me to the floor, rolled me face up, and secured each of my ankles to the top corners of the bunk bed and hoisted me up, legs spread, until just my shoulders were touching the floor.

            “You’ve grossly misused the very things that make you a man, son,” he lectured as he pulled the shoelace out of one of my sneakers.  “You can’t be allowed to have things that you’re going to misuse.”  He quit talking and grabbed my balls in one hand and wrapped the shoelace tightly around my scrotum, an act that naturally gave me a boner.  He then took a pull from the vodka bottle and then tipped the bottle to spill some of the clear liquid over my captive balls. Then he calmly pulled out the same knife he’d confiscated years ago and opened it up and sliced down through my sack right between my nuts.  It hurt like hell and I was screaming my head off for him to stop, about like Hank had done, but Dad didn’t even seem to notice.  He just squeezed my bag until each nut popped through the cut and then severed them one by one, and as the second one hit the floor I unloaded my last real jizz onto my chest.  His finally poured the rest of the vodka over my wound and then cut my bonds and left me to my misery.

            The cops showed up after a while, and then the ambulance and Dad got a ride to the jail and I spent the next few days in the hospital.  Dad ended up at the funny farm for a few years and Mom moved back into the house and I quit jacking off.