Puberty For Guys?

Pubic hair. 

Some sprout it early, some late. One boy I knew, much taller than the rest of us has a respectable bush when he was 12. His dick, as seen in the showers, was also much longer and fatter than anything we possessed….and he was mortally embarrassed with it all. 

But yes, there’s pubes. Pubes that itch, get caught in zippers sometimes, leak out of speedos, and above all, seem to soak up any secretions that might come from the end of a nocturnally excited dick. Which brings me neatly to….

Spontaneous erections. 

While a girl can become sexually aroused with very little in the way of external signs, not so for us. We get hard…well, for no apparent reason in those early days! But then, like a light switch, suddenly we notice fellow school-goers, except these ones have tits and wear skirts…..then it’s an almost permanent state of spontaneous erections, and, if we are desperately unfortunate, oozing pre-cum.  Which leads me inevitably to……

The horror, and sometimes pain, of wet dreams. 

You wake up, feeling warm, relaxed and rather good. You may even remember parts of the dream before it drifts away on the morning mist…..that glimpse of panty you had at school yesterday…maybe the odd straggler of pubic hair too…perhaps even the golden orb of visible panty wetness. Maybe you got a glimpse down a girl’s shirt, or maybe even, oh glorious day, down into an ill-fitting bra where you saw an emergent boob complete with cherry-like nipple!  And then you move slightly in bed and….oh…my….days…..that wet, slimy cum, all over you, all over your pjs and worse still, all over the sheets. Tell me this is not just as bad as a girl’s first periods? 

Like first periods, wet dreams are unpredictable. They can come nightly, or you may not have another one for weeks, or even months. And yes, they can be painful. Some young boys have discovered their nocturnal emissions can be so violent that a little blood is mixed with the semen from a really forceful ejaculation. 

And then we come to interaction with girls. That first kiss which produced a raging boner that you desperately tried to hide from her in case she thought you were weird. And then that first second base….you remember….the one where her hand lightly brushed your leg and you came in your pants. How you feared, yet longed for that first hand job, that first blow job, that first fuck!

And speaking of that first fuck….

How you tried to last more than three pushes. And worse yet, how you meant, with every fibre of your soul, that promise that you’d pull out before you came. Of course you meant it. But in the heat of passion you forgot, didn’t you? You forgot those thousands of wanks where, just before the main ejaculation there was a little pre-contraction, a tiny little emission all on its own. Even as you shot your load onto her tummy, a cold, logical part of your brain reminded you that you can’t be certain you didn’t cum in her…..and that’s assuming you had the super-human willpower to pull out anyway. 

Of one thing you can be absolutely certain. It’s YOU that gets a girl pregnant. YOU that ‘did it to her’. It’s YOU who are the villain. Oh yes, be in no doubt. While everyone groups around to support her with cuddles and affection, it’s YOU who get the lectures and the looks of disappointment. 

You’re hard-wired to notice what you find attractive. For the vast majority of boys, that will be girls. Oh there may be a brief flirtation with boy/boy exploration, but if you’re heterosexual you will notice and want girls. Parents of daughters will instantly view you as a pariah, a predator who will ‘spoil’ their little girl - and no, it matters not a flying fuck that she may be just as horny as you are..or even more so. 

The above is why boys tend to stick together, as do girls during those pubertal and early adolescent years. Perhaps that’s also why sexual experimentation happens between girls and girls - who tend to be more tactile anyway, but also between boys and boys. 

It was boys, after all, who invented “The Biscuit Game.”  (For those who don’t know, a group of boys masturbate onto a digestive biscuit. Either the first one to cum, or the last one has to eat the now soggy biscuit.) I don’t know if girls have the equivalent of the ‘circle jerk’, but that’s another boy thing. 

At the same time, while boys can and do experiment together, they also go through a phase of being very homophobic. Which is strange when you consider rugby which is a high-contact game. 

Pubertal girls, I’m reliably informed, worry about breast size, overall prettiness/attractiveness, and learn how to balance on the precarious line of learning to do what boys like but not be thought of as a ‘slut’. Boy worry about the size of their penis. 

Sex Ed for both genders is a nightmare of sterility. While they are taught how to have sex, very little if any assistance is given to how it feels. For a girl, allowing something inside her is a big deal, but don’t think for a moment that the same doesn’t apply to boys. We are expected to stick the most sensitive part of our anatomy, and a part that we have very little control over come to that, inside another human being. If that isn’t trust, I don’t know what is. 

Finally….

When I joined this site, I had a good look around and was not in the least surprised to find sibling stories pretty much everywhere. Do you remember how curious about the other gender you were at puberty/adolescence? Do you remember the rumours? I read a story here recently where a vagina having teeth was mentioned. My school had that rumour too. So, is it so surprising that a brother and sister might explore a little? One of the first things I heard from my friends who, unlike me, had secured a girlfriend, was the girl’s scent on their fingers and panties. I knew girls had a pretty much 24/7 vaginal discharge but at 14 I had no idea what it smelled like and certainly no idea that it might smell pleasant. 

I doubt my sister had the slightest knowledge of how semen smelled or tasted either.  We were curious about one another’s changing bodies though. I remember asking if her boobs hurt…she certainly asked me if boners hurt. I remember feeling really sad for her when we played, “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”  My dick and balls are front and centre. I can see my genitalia, but she can’t. Everything for her is hidden away. Give her a mirror or a cellphone camera and maybe…Curiosity is, I believe an essential part of adolescence. It is part of our sex drive. 

So no….I’m not remotely surprised that siblings might experiment. In fact, it seems natural to me that they should. Oh it may never develop into full-on sexual activity, but curiosity….maybe even a little covert ‘activity’? Oh yes, I know that happens. 

A close friend of mine at school, around the time our other friends were getting girlfriends and ‘doing things’ with them got interested in this ‘scent’ they talked about. While some boys could get a girlfriend merely by clicking their fingers, I couldn’t and neither could Allan. One day she nudged me and wanted to talk in private. Our school wasn’t a big one, and we had to find somewhere where we wouldn’t be overheard. Eventually, we found ourselves in the furthest recess of the oldest part of the library. Once we were sure we were alone he whispered. “I know what it smells like.” I knew instantly what ‘it’ was. Without the slightest hint of embarrassment, (mainly, I think, because he trusted me), he went on. “I borrowed my sister’s panties. Man…..you gotta try it!” I said, “I wish I could.” He reached in his pocket and produced a sandwich bag in which were a pair of dark blue panties. I could see they were stained, and he got them out and offered them to me. One sniff later and I was harder than I’d ever been in my life before! 

At the time, I didn’t know why. All I knew was that this scent was intoxicating. Light, almost flowery, yet laden with an intimate musk that seemed to make me dizzy. 

All these years later, I could tell you precisely what makes up that scent, but the clinical precision of it has done nothing to dull its attraction for me. My 16-year-old neighbour Jess, for example. I’d love to have a pair of her panties. I can imagine how light and feminine she would smell. Trouble is, I know I’d want to smell it from the source, and that would lead into dangerous waters…mainly because I suspect she’d be up for it! 

Ah well…..puberty eh? Gotta love it.