Caught as a boy with other boys?

I am predominantly straight-identifying as an adult although I have a vigorously bisexual fantasy life. But when I was 10 I experimented with one of the boys upstairs from me who was 13. On one occasion we got caught and both got whipped until the cows came home, but that didn't stop us from liking each other. Did anyone else have experiences like that at a preteen age?

At age 9--12 a few real close calls ! but never actually caught with pants and/or briefs down 😱. Back in the 50's--60's that was seriously frowned on .. any “experimenting” had to be well planned/timed out to avoid the slightest chance of parental/adult discovery…

No, but that sure sounds nice. Even the butt blistering….

I think most boys in their teens did some experimenting with other boys,i know i did

I almost got caught many times,mom always suspected that I was fooling around with my best friend and we had to be very cautious,in my room we would move my bed down and jam it between the door and my desk so she couldn’t get in ( no lock on door) on nice days we would play in one of our forts or treehouses.

When i was about 8 i had a mate who was about 2 years older. We would look at porn mags and take out our erect cocks and not really know what to do. I liked his circumcised cock and he liked my uncut cock. We didnt quite understand why our cocks were different. I discovered masturbation before him and i remember teaching him. We both turned into a right pair of wankers. We would wank every where and any where together, one keeping a look out for the other.

I don't remember me and him getting caught playing together but i remember we got busted for looking at really hardcore porn mags and because of our age it was a bit of a shock to the elders. I remember getting a good telling off but my parents were always very open about sex so i don't remember it having much of an impact. I was still wanking myself stupid.

When I was about 7yo - so definitely pre-teen - I would play ‘doctors’ with about three other kids of my age. (For a tongue-depressor like the doctor had, we would improvise using one of my Mum's best kitchen spoons with a slightly curved handle. I still love the sound of a youngster saying ‘Aaah!’, which brings back memories …) We would go round to the back of Dad's garage, because he was conveniently away from home during the week. Sadly, one of the boys told his mum what we had been doing, and she put a stop to our little game thereafter.

- Ken

When I was about 7yo - so definitely pre-teen - I would play ‘doctors’ with about three other kids of my age. (….. Sadly, one of the boys told his mum what we had been doing, and she put a stop to our little game thereafter.

It never ceases to amaze me how stupid some kids could be, how they didn't seem to think things through and were seemingly always blabber-mouthing about everything they did on any given day. Even when they knew they weren't supposed to be doing the things they blabbered about.

How difficult was it to learn the virtues and safety of silence about their activities?

Thanks agracier. I guess some youngsters were extraverts, and others introverts. I was the latter, so that helped me to be reticent when I needed to be!

- Ken

There were 4 of us when in the 6th grade. Marty's parents were both on evening shifts in the local hospital so we could play at his house. After some slow times, we found we enjoyed being naked together and exploring each other. That's when I found I REALLY enjoyed having my anus penetrated and stretched. The other guys loved using me with their fingers and small things in the house. It's when we discovered enemas that we moved to another level. We could get stiffies, but no cum yet - a couple of year's later that became part of our play. I still loved to be the bottom with guys, but had more than my share of girls. We were never caught and enjoyed each other until we moved away.

I never saw a kitchen table move so fast as my mother violently moved the table out from where I was hiding. I was 4 and my best friend was 4. I don't recall all the details, apparently, we had our pants down in my side yard and not sure what we were doing. My mother caught us and the next thing I remember is the fear when the table I was hiding under was ripped away like a blanket…

I have 2 nephews. One is 9 months younger than me and his brother a little younger. We were sitting on my bed examining and playing with each other when my mother opened the door to tell us supper was ready. She just closed the door and left, never mentioned it.

Did a lot of exploring with a friend around age 10-11. My older brother caught us playing and exploring in the hay mow. We had rearranged the hay bales so we could jack off and other anal play. Just told him we were playing Indians and nothing ever came of it! We learned to be more careful after that!

A friend down the street and I were very close, and eventually we decided to look over each other. Sadly, my mother saw us going over to his house and into the garage, which immediately raised her usual feelings something must be wrong. She walked over to where we were and, by the time she got there, were were undressing, and I was touching my friend. My mother screamed, his mother came out and we were dragged into my friends kitchen. After my mother described what she saw, my friends mother ordered him to his room, and my mother took me home, completely irate. She told me to go to my room as soon as we hit the door.

I waited for about 10 minutes before she arrived in my room with one of my father's belts, and a completely filled red enema bag, which she dropped on the bed. She also had a towel over her arm, which she put on the bed, then told me to get undressed and lie face down on the bed. I did so quickly and, as soon as I was in place, the belt came down on my butt, repeated many times until I was crying loudly. After many whacks, she stopped, touched my now very red ass, and felt me wince in pain.

“I'm Soorry,” I wailed.

“You bet you are,” she responded. “It isn't over yet. Not by a long shot.” She reached over for the red enema bag, took the end of the hose in her hand, and shoved the black tip up my ass. That hurt but I quickly realized some very hot, soapy water was going in like a flood. i started to cramp, and cried some more, asking her to stop.

“Not on your life,” she answered. “You will learn not to even think about being a fag. You have this coming and more, so shut up and take your punishment. You better unless, of course, you want me to tell your father and have this and more this evening.” I shut my mouth quick.

When the enema finished, she spanked me a bit again, then sent me to the toilet. She told me I was grounded for a week afterschool and could not see me friend until mom and his mother agreed we could. I found out in school a day or so later, he got the same treatment. We later became even closer friends, and in high school, then college became lovers for a long while.

I have a cousin. When we were 13 years old, we started getting into masturbation. I remember how we jerked off sitting in his room with our pants down. We also jerked off to each other a couple of times. In general, it went on like this until we were 15 years old, we liked touching penises. We also stuck our fingers in each other's ass and more. (It's not about the penis, it's about the subject) In principle, at that moment we had NO desire to fuck each other. We were just having fun when we were teenagers.

My best friend and I used to play with each other during sleep overs. But some afternoon he was over at our house and as we were horny 16 year olds we sat on the sofa in my room and started fondling each other. Eventually we were stroking each others’ hard cocks when we almost got caught by my mom. I quickly let go of him but he kept stroking me also I signaled him to stop and I came right then. But it was one of the best orgasms, forced to ejaculate against my will, afraid that my mom would see us, my cum covering my hand and his and yet that sweet feeling of sexual release. I felt used and abused, but it felt good to be used and abused by my best friend.

@agracier I've several times heard the following recommendation about law enforcement forces in the US: "shut the fuck up".

I've several times heard the following recommendation about law enforcement forces in the US: "shut the fuck up".

I think it is meant in the sense that 'anything you say can be used in a court of law' is law enforcement speak for them being allowed to twist and turn or omit words into any kind of narrative that suits them should they decide to go after someone.

Therefore the best advice is to say nothing or as little as possible. No words spoken mean no twisting of words.

@agracier And the same applies if, as a youngster, you do things that adults may find objectionable. Don't brag about it. 😉

It's not related at all, but I did once get caught masturbating by my mother when I was fourteen, and it was one of the most humiliating moments of my life. I was with a cousin on vacation when I was fifteen, and every night we talked about how big our penises were and showed each other our cocks, but it never went any further than that.