A Boy’s Education

Boyhood is a time of wonderous discovery.

Driven by hormonal instability and sexual curiosity, boys experiment and acquire knowledge as external stimuli are impressed upon receptive minds. Nothing imprints stronger neural engrams than sex… learning about cocks, jacking, and sucking.

Partaking of pleasures, there’s no return to innocence.

No getting the toothpaste back into the tube.

Timothy J. Miller is an adventuresome boy.

Born in Cherry Hill New Jersey, he spends summers at his Uncle’s farm in Eastern Lancaster County in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. Nestled in the rolling hills are isolated towns and communities surrounded by Amish and Mennonite farms.

Long days and plenty of hard work.

The teen helps his cousins - Aaron, Jacob, and Caleb with chores.

After work and supper, they fool around outside in the evening twilight. And play Prisoner Pursuit. Sometimes boys from neighboring farms join in. An energetic speedy boy, Timmy is selected as the ‘escaped prisoner’ while older boys are ‘law enforcement’.

They give him a 15-minute head start.

And the convict takes off running.

In hot pursuit, with the assistance of the farm’s dogs they track him through cornfields, across a stream, and into nearby woods. Knowing the terrain, they have an unfair advantage. Splitting into two groups, they outflank, corner, and capture him.

Naturally, the prisoner is stripped and interrogated.

His cock is on display.

“Cool boner,” said Aaron, the youngest cousin, making no effort to hide his interest. He’s fascinated by the smooth exposed knob. He’s never seen one like that before. His brothers and friends all have fleshy bonnets overhanging the ends of their cocks.

“He’s clipped,” adds Caleb, the knowledgeable oldest brother.

“Come on guys, it’s not fair. Show me yours too,” pleads Timmy.

A reasonable request invoking the ‘fairness doctrine’ of boyhood. It’s too hot in the summer for restrictive undergarments, so the outlines of growing erections are clearly visible inside worn bib-coveralls. No additional provocation is necessary for everyone to extract their gear.

Boys are naturally obsessed with cocks. A timeless rite-of-passage, they gather in a circle to compare equipment. Surrendering to primitive compulsions, Timmy closely inspects his cousins’ larger shafts and floppy sacks in the dwindling light.

“Woah, yours look different. Where’s the head?”

“It’s there… under the foreskin,” answers Caleb.

“What’s a forest skin?”

“Foreskin. One word. It covers and protects the head.”

“How come I don’t have one?”

“You did. It was cut off.”

“No way!”

“Yup. See the ring around a shaft?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well that’s where it was attached.”

“Damn. Always wondered what that was.”

“Doctors routinely cut city boys at birth.”

“Why?”

“Mostly for ridiculous cultural reasons.”

“How does yours work?”

“You skin it back to piss. It automatically retracts fully when you get a boner. But sometimes it’s too tight… especially if the head is large. And then it needs to be manually stretched.”

Who knew? They don’t teach this stuff in school. Growing up with an assortment of breeding animals, farm boys learn all about cocks and sex stuff at an early age.

“Give mine a try,” volunteers Aaron, thrusting his gear forward.

Presented with an educational opportunity, Timmy extends his trembling hand. Little fingers take hold and explore the mechanism… sliding it back-and-forth. The tiny purple helmet looks like a baby turtle ducking its head in-and-out of its shell.

“Neat. What’s that stuff?”

“Precum. A tasty natural lubricant,” responds Caleb. “When your balls drop you’ll make it. Sperm too. It helps when pushing inside a girl. Or a chicken, right Aaron?”

“Hey! You guys do it too!” protests the boy.

“Chickens!” exclaims Timmy. “No way.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it. Warm and tight.”

“Damn.”

There’s no modesty on a farm; not with breeding livestock and randy boys. Combating uninspiring repetitious boredom, boys naturally seek adventure and are open to new experiences. And who isn’t willing to try anything at least once?

The brothers shower outside and walk around naked most of the time. As the youngest, Aaron’s been taking care of his brothers’ needs. Jerkin and sucking. Sweet-talking him, Jacob and Caleb recently gravitated from field adventures to cornholing him in the hayloft.

Their father knows, but lets the boys be boys.

No harm in a little fun, right?

Better to dissipate sexual energy than risk imperiling neighbor’s daughters.

Questioning his own development, Timmy is naturally interested in the physical progress of his friends and schoolmates. At every opportunity - in school locker rooms, bathrooms, during boy scout campouts, and at the community pool - he surreptitiously looks at boys.

And now he has unfettered access to his cousins!

The older boys proudly parade their masculinity. Driven by instinct to impress females, intimidate foes, and inflate social status, males have always blatantly displayed their genitals. Size helps establish the pack’s pecking order and breeding rights. And bigger is always better.

With no direct correlation between flaccid and erect, the boys stroke furiously until completely inflated. Strutting with shameless confidence, their full potential is on display… representing the wide spectrum of adolescent development, tanner stage 2 to 5.

The allure is undeniable.

Timmy’s vision is inexorably drawn downward. Taking inventory, gorging on the sumptuous visual feast, he is dazed by the proportions. Shaking with excitement, he senses the power surging within the awakened instruments of male domination.

The boys study Timmy and smile with satisfaction. Recognizing the familiar enraptured stare, they know he is destined to worship the pagan idol.

“They’re huge,” whispers Timmy.

“Mine has grown 2 inches over the winter,” states a boy from a neighboring farm.

“Let’s measure them,” suggests Aaron.

“Ok, the prisoner is the official measurer,” Jacob explains to the group. He’s the middle 13-year old brother and authority on game rules and regulations. 

And no one questions his pronouncements.

“Me? Umm… I don’t know how.”

“Don’t worry we’ll show you.”

A small tape measure is produced. Inexperienced at competitive big-boy games, Timmy is instructed in the best procedure to produce fair and consistent results. Accuracy is important. Every quarter-inch has a significant impact on fragile egos and developing self-esteem.

“Hold it firmly. Measure across the top from base to tip,” advises Caleb.

Length is valued over girth.

Almost fainting from excitement, Timmy grasps each boy in turn. Meaty shafts, warm and smooth, throb with life as pearls of natural lubricant leak from the heads. Squeezing the pulsating shafts, he struggles to maintain control over the willful appendages.

Bending them downward, applying the tape, calling out numbers, he confirms proud boasts and confers immediate status. While serious bragging rights are at stake, it’s also all in good fun: getting measured, exchanging jokes, and having a few good laughs.

Caleb is the clear winner.

Standing evocatively with shameless confidence, he provides everyone an unobstructed view of his awesome gear. The well-equipped fifteen year old is packing an impressive man-sized tool surrounded by a thick bush of luxurious dark-brown hair.

Jacob is catching up fast. 

Progressing through puberty, his cock has grown longer, balls descended into a nice floppy bag, and wispy pubic hair is now thicker and curlier. Most importantly, with plenty of practice jerking he can ejaculate respectable amounts of creamy sperm.

Six erections are on display.

No possible way to re-trouser them in this state.

Usually the boys proceed to a circle jerk.

Like dogs licking their balls  -  because they can, the brothers masturbate three or four times a day. Sometimes more. Partly to show off and partly because there's nothing better to do on a farm. It’s an opportunity to prove dominance, impress friends, and establish masculine authority.

To achieve that goal, they need an audience. A group of appreciative and responsive buddies to witness the performance and validate developing manhood. It’s also a fun sporting contest with rules for ejaculate speed, volume, or distance… with admiration for the winner.

But not this time.

“The prisoner has to suck everyone,” Jacob boldly claims.

The boys all turn and look at him in surprise.

No such rule exists.

The brothers had previously discussed introducing their little cousin to farm life. In Amish Country, with girls locked away until marriage, alternative pleasures are pursued. Chicken fucking, cock sucking, and cornholing are acceptable substitute activities for randy boys.

Exchanging looks with layers of significance, joining the conspiracy, grinning from ear-to-ear, the brothers understand the pivotal event about to unfold. Excited by the prospects, they nod in silent agreement. Being at a vulnerable age it'll be easy to corrupt their younger cousin.

“What?” Timmy asks incredulously.

“That’s the rule. It’s the penalty for getting captured,” Jacob explains.

Naturally inquisitive, Timmy is clearly fascinated with the more mature boys’ cocks. Possessing pretty pink lips, a generous tongue, and an inviting mouth, the submissive boy is the perfect cocksucker. Just needs a little push in the right direction to understand his true purpose in life.

“That’s right. You have to do it,” adds Caleb with authority.

And the issue is settled.

Idolizing his older cousins, craving their continued attention, the trusting boy is eager to please the superior males. Confused but compelled, he obediently gets down on his knees. Looking up nervously, surveying the offerings, it’s funny how cocks look very different from this angle.

So many questions run through his head. How do you exactly give a blowjob: suck it or blow on it? What does a cock taste like? Will they cum in his mouth? Should he spit or swallow? Is it even safe to drink the stuff? Will he get pregnant?

“I don’t know how to…”

“That’s ok. We’ll teach you,” responds Jacob.

“He should start with Aaron,” adds Caleb.

And all agree.

Bursting with anticipation Aaron steps forward and thrusts his cock in the boy’s face. The twelve year old has a rigid 3.5-incher with small crimson crown. He’s a perfect size for Timmy to learn on.

And then they’ll take the training wheels off with the larger boys.

Timmy studies the cock. Something new and wonderful. Requiring attention and examination, it’s totally unsuitable for an innocent boy. Trembling involuntarily with almost unbearable excitement and fear, he reaches out and grasps the velvet-smooth steel shaft.

“It’s pretty amazing, right?”

Speechless, the young boy can only nod in the affirmative.

“Kiss it.”

All eyes are on Timmy. Everyone is holding their breath. Waiting.

Will he do it?

Sacrificing innocence for camaraderie he obediently leans forward. Parting pristine lips, placing them on the blood-engorged head, he embraces his destiny.

Extending his curious tongue, he experiences the first taste of forbidden fruit and is surprised by the textual perfection. A mouthwatering delight, the intoxicating sweetness of cream corn accentuated with crystals of gourmet sea salt resonates on his tongue.

“Go on… have at it. Suck me!”

Possessing more enthusiasm than ability, Timmy’s determined to prove his worth and earn his cousins’ respect. Opening wide, he leans forward and slowly engulfs the twitching cock.

“It’s in!” Aaron needlessly shouts.

And the boys exchange congratulatory high-fives.

Smiling with supreme satisfaction, Aaron experiences the ultimate pleasure of subjugating another male. Housed inside the mouth, followed by another inch, occupying most of the available real estate, the cock is where it belongs.

And before Timmy realizes it he’s sucking.

There’s no return to innocence; no way to un-suck a cock.

Fulfilling his destiny, he commences the transformational journey to cocksucker. Taking suction, swirling his tongue around the soft succulent head, he is prematurely rewarded with a sudden watery discharge. Salty. Sweet. And he swallows to get it all down.

“My turn,” declares Jacob. “Blow me.”

“Umm… oh… okay.”

Eventually everyone get a turn and goes home happy…

…including Timmy with a full belly of warm sperm.

All agree he’s the best prisoner ever. A natural.

With Cheshire cat grins they unanimously elect him ‘prisoner’ for the duration of his visit. Word spreads and other boys eagerly join the game over the summer. Learning the art, he accommodates all offerings… enjoying a wide variety of farm-fresh Amish custards.

Time passes too quickly and the boys are sad to see him leave for Jersey. Laying the groundwork with their parents, the boys praise Timmy’s work on the farm. They eagerly await his return next year when they will teach him about deep throating and cornholing.

Receiving a robust farm education, he perfects his skills over the next few summers.

Talents that serve him well when he enlists in the US Navy.

Comments and readers’ boyhood experiences are always of interest.