This story is low-key, but I think kinda interesting, because it's the last sexual memory I have before I had sex. Did that make sense? In other words, this is the last "virginal" story in here, chronologically. This happened about three weeks before Alex and I had sex, and around two weeks after I got Ricky to j/o with me.

During that summer, my friend Scotty and I used to hang out at the local municipal swimming pool. Scotty was a kid who transferred into our school in fifth grade. He was from Massachusetts originally, and that made him a semi- novelty in the South. He was the first New Englander I had met, and I still remember the oddity of listening to a kid who dropped his "r's". Scotty was a little heavyset and had light brown straight hair, and wore glasses. I was casually friendly with him during that 5th-grade school year, but we didn't get close till summer. The pool was where I got to know him better, during all those typical swimming-pool games we played back then, like "Chicken fights", "Sharks", and so on.

Scotty always wore "jams" to the pool - the term for swimsuits with legs extending almost to the knees. Those were cool at the time (as they are now - although the 70s jams weren't as long nor as baggy as the jams you see on boys nowadays). Jams had no inner lining, so you had to wear something underneath. (I guess you didn't have to do that, if you were willing to put up with some chafing; but I don't recall any kids who went without underwear regularly. In any case, most kids' moms wouldn't let them get away with it.)

Scotty wore white briefs under his swimsuit, like every other boy (I wore mine, too). Unlike most kids, though, his underwear nearly always showed. Invariably, when you'd see Scotty at the pool, about an inch of his briefs would be visible above the waist of his swimsuit. You'd see that on other boys from time to time - including me, I'm sure. But for some reason - maybe just timing of my growing sexual awareness - I found the mere sight of Scotty in his swimsuit with underwear visible to be incredibly erotic. I'd get major, hour-long, achy erections over that view. When you're that age, erections don't always automatically go away when you're running around or when you jump in the cold water. I miss that.

Visible boners weren't embarrassing to me, incidentally; I am almost impossible to embarrass. I was still completely prepubescent, and had a small cock in any case. But it had to be noticeable. I would be on a boy's shoulders for chicken fights, my crotch pressed against his neck, and I wasn't soft. Usually nobody said or did anything in connection with it, in my case. Boys didn't call attention to another's erection, unless it was to tease him. I got that occasionally, but since I didn't turn red and get flustered, it wasn't as much fun for them. I didn't hear it as often as some poor kids, who always seemed to get boners during pool games and were horribly embarrassed about it.

It was worse (or better) when I was on Scotty's shoulders. My hardon pressed against his neck, and that felt awesome and frustrating at the same time. And I recall having Scotty on my shoulders during chicken fights, and feeling the soft but distinct bulge of his cock and balls against my neck. I would go home and jack off a couple times in a row to relieve that swollen tension.

Scotty was a friend, and I liked spending time with him, and boy-time included sleepovers. I suggested several times early that summer that he come sleep over at my house; he was willing, and after a week or two we worked it out. Over the rest of that summer, Scotty slept over at my house, or (less often) I slept at his. We shared maybe 5-6 different sleepovers altogether.

Typical 10-y/o-boy friendship - stay up till past midnight watching horror flicks on TV, telling stories, sneaking out to do minor mischief such as TP'ing somebody's house... And, we'd sit around in our underwear in my bedroom, or his, talking. Both of us slept in our underwear, and he wore socks to bed, too, for some reason...

Once I realized I had the hots for Scotty, I began thinking of ways to get sexual with him. Sleepovers were fun, no matter what - but they had the advantage of offering maximum opportunities for fooling around, too. The very first time he slept over, I tried to get Scotty interested in jerking off with me. I can't remember exactly how I led into it, but it was undoubtedly characteristic of my developing methods at the time - asking him if he got boners, looked at Playboys, etc. He wasn't embarrassed or unwilling to talk about it, but he wasn't particularly interested. He wanted to talk about cars instead. At that point I wasn't yet fully aware of the possibility that actually showing a boy your own boner could get him excited - that trick had worked with Ricky, but I wasn't sure it was a repeatable technique. So when Scotty didn't react verbally, I dropped it.

On subsequent nights, I brought it up again, but he never showed too much interest. I showed him my Big 3 books, but he didn't want to read anything - he said, "It's summer vacation, Danny! Whaddya wanna read a book for?!?" He did ask if I "did that stuff", and when I said yes, he said his cousin did, too, and he (the cousin) was always talking about it. I got the idea he (Scotty) didn't understand what was the big deal. I finally quit mentioning it. It wasn't super-important to me, either, and we had a good friendship without it.

The most sexual aspect of this episode involves a pair of Scotty's abandoned underwear. One night when he slept over, he had to take a bath or shower - we usually didn't do that on sleepovers, but for some reason he did that evening. I'm don't recall specifically, but I'm sure he wore his underwear to bed that night. I'm fairly certain I would have noticed if his weenie had been visible. Incidentally, I only saw it once - when he was peeing in the bathroom at my house and I opened the door by accident (he always closed it when he was in there). It was an accident, really! I don't even remember what it looked like - unremarkable, apparently.

Anyway, on this one occasion, after he went home the next morning, I went in the bathroom and noticed something I hadn't seen before - Scotty had left his briefs in the bathroom. They were plain old white boys' briefs - Sears brand. I guess it was the pair he had been wearing before his bath, or possibly a clean pair that he got out and then put on the old pair instead. (Let me state emphatically that I did not sniff them. I never have. That idea is unpleasant to me, actually. I don't have a problem if others want to do it, but it's way outside my range of interest. Underwear was stimulating to me visually, and sometimes to the touch, but that's it.)

Seeing Scotty's briefs got me excited, and I got a boner immediately. I promptly pulled my shorts and briefs off and put his on. Despite being a heavier kid, he was my size, or close enough. I sat on the toilet seat, pulled my cock out through the fly opening of his briefs, and jacked off. I reached orgasm very quickly. Totally dry, of course. Afterwards, I felt slightly guilty, like there was some way he would realize what I'd done with his underwear; so I took them to my bedroom and tossed them in the pile of laundry.

That night, while getting ready for bed, I saw them in the pile, and got excited all over again. Same story - I put them on and jacked off again, this time sitting on my bed. This time, I didn't pull my weenie out - I just masturbated with my hand down inside the front of Scotty's briefs (one virtue of dry orgasms). Afterwards I didn't take them off. I didn't lose my erection either. I thought about doing it again, but for some reason I didn't. I ended up wearing them to bed, sleeping in them.

The next morning when I woke up, I remembered I had Scotty's underwear on - and again felt guilty. Not about j/o in them this time - I remember feeling guilty about "taking" them, even though I hadn't technically. This time, it wasn't exciting to me, probably due to the guilt factor, or maybe just because it was morning. (I had a morning erection, as was typical, but it was needing to piss only, and not arousal.) I took the underwear off and threw them in the laundry pile again.

A day or two later, my mom was folding clean laundry, when she came across the briefs and asked me about them. She bouht my underwear and knew they weren't mine. I guess she either hadn't noticed when she washed them or had forgotten to ask me earlier. I had also forgotten the whole thing. When she asked me, I was at a rare loss for words. It wasn't embarrassment. It was just that her question, and seeing the briefs in her hand, came out of left field - and all I could think of to say was, "Oh, those? Scotty left them a few days ago, and I've been masturbating with them since then." That didn't seem like a smart thing to say :). I guess my mom didn't notice that I was tongue-tied, or else thought I was just embarrassed about any "underwear" question. After a bit, I got my wits about me, and just said they were Scotty's and that he had left them when he'd slept over.

That was the last I recall of those briefs. I assume my mom gave them to Scotty or slipped them in his bag of stuff the next time he came to sleepover. I know they never showed up in my underwear drawer or anything.

And that was about the limit of my sex with Scotty, such as it as. We sort of drifted apart after school started, although we stayed friends through 6th grade. I was spending alot of my time with Alex that year.

The only other relevant memory concerning Scotty: One time that subsequent school year, he mentioned to me that his cousin was coming to visit. I immediately asked him if it was the cousin who "did the sex stuff". He didn't even remember! (or said he didn't...) For a day or two I had some idle thoughts of trying to get together with Scotty and his cousin, or just his cousin, somehow; but then the whole thing sort of slipped from my awareness.