By NAMB
Copyright 2020 by NAMB all rights reserved
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Masturbatrix Magazine Survey
We, the editors and
staff of Masturbatrix Magazine and our sister publications, DominaTeen
and TweenTrix would like to thank all the girls who took the time to
fill out our survey, “When was the first time you saw a boy
masturbate?”
Your input is invaluable to the research being
conducted by the Sexuality Department of the Young Ms. Leadership
Academy and will be used to develop better programs for girls attending
the Academy in the future
The tabulated results and charts
of the results are on page 76 of the magazine. We are particularly
grateful to those girls who took the time to fill out the essay portion
of the questionnaire. Some of these are presented here.
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Submitter: Janet H
Number of Girls and Ages: 2 – 10, 10
Number of Boys and Ages: 2 – 12, 14
It was this last summer and I was visiting my Cousin Emily on her farm
in Kentucky. Mom thought it would be a good idea if I got some fresh
air and learn a little about nature. I learned a lot more than I
thought I would.
Emily was excited to see me. After an
initial greeting and unpacking and lunch she asked her mom if we could
go for a walk. She obviously had something important to tell me and
didn’t want to talk about it in front of my aunt and uncle.
We were a good 100 feet from the house when she opened up, “Janet,
you’re not going to believe it. I got to see naked boys! Big boys!”
“Who?”
“Our neighbors, Danny and Jay.”
“How old are they?”
“Danny is 12. He’ll be starting Pike County Middle School this fall. Jay is 14, I think maybe even 15.”
“Oh wow! How did you do it?”
“It started about a month ago. I was bored and I went for a walk.
Before I knew it, I was at the edge of the Jessup’s farm. I decided to
follow the stream just because it seemed like something to do.
After a while, I heard some voices up ahead. So I got out of the stream
and into the brush alongside and crept towards the voices. It’s a good
thing the stream makes a lot of noise there otherwise they might have
heard me.
I only had to go a short distance to find them.
The boys had blocked the stream with rocks making a crude dam. They
created a swimming hole that’s maybe about 4 feet deep. It’s not enough
to swim in, but it’s big enough to lay down in or splash around in.
And that’s what they were doing. They were splashing each other and yelling and laughing and they were NAKED!
I could see everything!”
I think I lost my breath at this point. I had to stop and bend over. I
felt dizzy. I recovered a bit and asked. “What did they look like?”
“Well, basically they look the same as little boys, but their penises
are a lot bigger and their balls hang down and they got hair.”
I didn’t understand her, “Hair?”
“Yes hair. All over their bodies actually, but a big clump around their penises and the balls.”
“Oh wow.”
“I always liked watching little boys running around naked. They’re so
cute with their little ‘pee-pee’ wiggling out in front of them, but
these boys’ penises do more than just wiggle.
Every now and
then one of them would get big and stiff and it would wave around. I’m
not sure why that happens or what the boys have to do to make it
happen, but it’s interesting. It goes away after a minute or two.”
“Wow, I got to see that.”
“You will. I’ve been back a lot of times. At first it was kind of hit
and miss. The boys weren’t always there, so I took that opportunity to
stack up some additional brush and made sort of a hunting blind so I
could see them but they can’t see me.
I think I have their
schedule figured out. I have much better luck catching them now. They
don’t seem to do it on the weekend, so we’ll have to wait until
Monday.”
I had a lot of fun with Emily that weekend, but I
could not wait until Monday. My cousin managed to tell me that they
usually showed up between 1 and 3.
We set off shortly after
lunch. It was a long walk – for me – I’m a city girl, but to my cousin
it was a jaunt and she almost skipped the entire way.
We stopped and she pointed, “That’s the stream. It’s not too far now. Be careful and be quiet.”
She led the way. The ground was rough, but I found if I were careful, I
could walk safely. Emily guided me around the nettles and poison ivy
and other hazards.
She stopped and squatted down and made a
shushing gesture with her finger raised vertically above her lips. From
there we proceeded bent over and at one point on hands and knees. I
hated getting my knees dirty. Emily, country girl that she is, didn’t
seem to mind getting dirty. But to have the chance to see naked boys, I
would have covered myself in mud.
We got to a place where
there were a couple trees with bushes growing around the base. I could
see how she has interlaced other branches in the bushes to make them
appear even thicker. It wasn’t until we got a lot closer that I could
see that there were small spaces though which we could peek.
Emily rearranged some branches to make a bigger peep hole. She also made one for me.
“Keep your head down,” she advised. “It’s a good thing the ground
slopes up here. It gives us a better view of the stream, but also with
ground behind us, we won’t be silhouetted against the sky.”
This girl knew how to track her quarry. At the moment, the stream was empty: no boys.
“I like to get here before they arrive,” she told me. “It’s safer that way and besides, I don’t want to miss anything.”
We sat there for a while and I looked around at the trees and listened
to the birds and of course, the sound of gurgling water in the stream.
I sat there and just enjoyed nature. It was very pretty there.
Emily tapped me on the shoulder and pointed. I looked where she indicated.
“That’s Danny and Jay. Jay is the taller one,” she whispered.
The two boys approached the stream. They took off their shirts and then
each boy sat on a rock to remove his shoes and socks. Standing up, they
took down their pants and stepped out of them. By this point my stomach
was doing flip-flops.
Then equally as casually, they pulled
down their underwear and stepped out of those, when they stood up, I
got the full-frontal view. Naturally, my attention was immediately
grabbed by the two penises hanging down in front of them but the rest
of them wasn’t too hard on the eyes either.
Both had a
masculine, rugged face and they were definitely farm-boys: well-tanned
all over and muscle mounted on every bone. Jay was not only taller than
his brother, but his penis was bigger and he had more hair. But Even
Danny’s penis was at least three times bigger than any penis I’d ever
seen before.
These were man-penises, not little boy penises.
If a bear had walked up to me and roared in my ear, I doubt I would
have noticed. My total focus was on the male flesh before me.
They stepped gingerly into the stream and started playing. It made
their penises gyrate around either comically or seductively, I couldn’t
tell which. It also gave me fleeting glimpses of their balls as they
jiggled with their motions.
The were playing for about 15
minutes when I noticed that Danny was beginning to stiffen. His organ
no longer flopped. It was now sticking out and waiving from side to
side.
His brother pointed at him and laughed. It was then that I noticed that his penis was erecting as well.
The two boys met mid-stream and said something to each other and they got out and sat on their respective rocks.
“Is that it?” I asked my cousin. “Is the show over?”
“I don’t think so. They normally play for about an hour.”
Then something happened that apparently surprised even my cousin. They
looked at each other, nodded and put their hands on their penises and
started moving their fists up and down the shaft.
“What are they doing?” I asked Emily.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them do that before.”
It was interesting to watch even though we didn’t know what we were watching.
After a while, Danny started to wiggle around and he seemed to be
breathing funny. Then this white stuff just squirted out of his pee
hole. It must have flown 6 feet in the air before it splashed down into
the stream. Then he did it again and again.
“Wow, did you see that?” I asked Emily.
She had to take a breath before she could answer. She had stopped breathing.
“Yeah, that was great. I wonder if Jay is going to do that too?”
Danny had stopped doing whatever it was he was doing and laid down on
his rock with his penis still hard and sticking up in the air. So Emily
and I concentrated on Jay who was still playing with his penis.
Momentarily, he duplicated his brother’s act. We watched attentively as
he shot arc after arc of this white stuff into the stream and then he
collapsed like his brother.
The two brothers lay there as their tall organs slowly shrunk down to normal size.
Eventually, they went back in the stream and cleaned themselves off.
They played a little more then got out and got dressed and left.
Emily and I left too.
My cousin and I went back to the stream almost every day I was there.
There were a couple of days when the boys did not show up and that was
disappointing.
They did show up most of the time and Emily
and I enjoyed watching them. However, they never repeated their
squirting act again while I was there.
My mom got me a
subscription to TweenTrix for my birthday. After reading the articles
in there, I learned that what my cousin and I saw the boys do was
called masturbation and that the white stuff is called semen or cum and
that what they did to squirt it is called an ejaculation. I passed all
this information onto Emily. Thank you for educating a couple of
confused girls.
Janet, thank you
for sharing your story. We’re glad to be of assistance. If you have any
other questions about boys and what they do, “Ask Ms. Masturbatrix.”
She’ll be glad to explain.