Puberty

From time to time I get asked by single mothers with sons approaching puberty if it would be alright for them to show their sons some of my photos and videos with a view to illustrating what the human male looks like after puberty. As far as I'm concerned everything on my website is there for the world to see, so it is up to them to decide which bits they choose to show to their son.

It got me thinking about puberty and what were my memories of the process and the changes that occurred to my body.

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Puberty is something that happens to all children as they approach 10 or 11 years old and probably lasts until they are in their late teens. Basically the process turns a child into an adult.

Obviously boys and girls are different, but I'm just concentrating on boys.

A chap called Tanner has undertaken extensive research into the subject, There are separate Tanner stages for changes in genitalia and pubic hair. Other physical changes happen, too. For parents, the Tanner stages can serve as an excellent guide to the changes you can expect to see in your son. There are five stages of puberty for boys.

Stage 1 is prepubertal. In this stage, boys haven't experienced any visible changes, but their adrenal glands are maturing.

In Stage 2, physical changes begin. Between the ages of 9 and 14, boys typically begin to experience:

* Genital development (growth of their testicles and scrotum).
* Growth of sparse hair around their penis and under their arms.
" An increase in height (typically about 2 to 2 1/2 inches per year), which could bring growing pains.
* Changes in body composition with a decrease in body fat (adipose tissue).
* They may start to have body odor and may need deodorant.

In Stage 3, physical changes speed up. Between the ages of 10 and 16 years, boys experience:

* Continued growth of their penis and testicles. Nocturnal emission ("wet dreams") may happen as well.
* Darkening, coarsening pubic hair in the shape of a triangle in their genital area.
* Continued increase in height (about 2 3/4 to just over 3 inches per year).
* More sweating, which can lead to body odor.
* Vocal changes (and cracking in the process).
* Increased muscle mass.

Some breast development, or gynecomastia, occurs in about 50% of all boys in Stage 3. But it typically resolves by the end of puberty. It's most common between the ages of 11 and 15 years. If this becomes an issue physically or socially, you should talk with your child's healthcare provider.

In Stage 4, puberty hits full stride. Between the ages of 11 and 16 years, boys experience:

* Growth in penis size and darkening of the skin on their scrotum and testicles. Red ridges on their testicles called rugae will begin to develop.
* Body hair growth that reaches adult levels. Pubic hair remains in a coarse triangle.
* A peak growth spurt that averages nearly 4 inches per year.
* Development of acne.
* Continued cracking of their voice.

Stage 5 is the final phase. Puberty ends in this stage. Boys finish their growth and physical development.

Many may not develop facial hair until this step in the process. Pubic hair may extend out to their thighs, and some boys may have a line of hair up to their belly button. Most boys finish growing by age 17, but some may continue growing through their early 20s.

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I had tried to remember what changes due to puberty that I was actually aware of at the time, and the answer is very little!

I remember at about the age of 9 or 10 being introduced to masturbation by the boy (John) who lived next door. Our parents would regularly go the pub on a Saturday evening and leave us two to amuse ourselves. I remember that we finished up playing doctors and nurses and finished up naked in bed together. John then started to masturbate and after a while had an orgasm and ejaculated. John then tried it on me. Getting erect was not a problem, neither was an orgasm, but there was no sperm. The following week we tried again and I did produce a small amount of sperm.

Having discovered masturbation it became addictive and did it at every opportunity. It was then that I realised that it was more enjoyable when done nude. I soon realised that just being nude was enjoyable even when not masturbating. That was the beginning of me being a nudist.

A while after I realised the delights of sleeping nude so dispensed with my pyjamas. My mother soon realised but turned a blind eye.

I think that I went through certain stages earlier that most boys.

I do remember while being at primary school, so probably about 11 or 12 years old, Thursday mornings was our swimming lessons at the local pool. We had to share changing cubicles and I shared with my best friend. Getng changed obviously involved stripping off and I remember doing a stripteaze in front of my friend until I was fully naked. That was probably the beginning of me becoming an exhibitionist!

We were both keen on making and flying model aeroplanes. We would spend many happy hours in the shed at the bottom of our garden, not only making model aeroplanes out of balsa wood, but also masturbating. I don't remember it being mutual, but just individual. I do remember that the balsa wood shaving on the floor soaked up the sperm quite well.

Some years after while on a school journey we stayed at a camp with a swimming pool, which we made good use of, but wearing a costume. One boy did make a comment about the large size of my balls.

At senior school, Wednesday afternoon was 'sports' where we were bussed of to the playing fields to play all sorts of sports. This did mean the use of the communal shower. With all the boys in the shower being nude, I became very apparent that my penis was considerably larger than everybody else's. I remember being quite embarrassed about it at the time!

I was probably 16 or 17 at the time. The only sport that I was any good at was cross country running. The playing fields were on the edge of woodlands and the school would just let us go off running on our own in the woods. That soon became boring and I remember on one occasion deciding to strip off naked, leave my clothes behind and see how far I would be brave enough to wander away from my clothes. To no great surprise, not only was I naked, but also fully erect. It was great wandering through the woods nude and erect. Until I heard a noise! I panicked and made a hasty retreat back to my clothes. In doing so I caught my bum on a brambles bush and picked up a scratch on my bum. In the shower afterwards the scratch on my bum was commented upon!

What I do find amazing is that your penis and genitals can continue growing until you are almost 20!

Thes are two early nude photos of me, but past puberty I suspect!

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But what are your memories of puberty? Let me know and I'll add your story to the website.

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Your Stories:

From Ian

I enclose some memories of childhood that might suit your new section on adolescent sexuality. Here goes.

I was very sexually aware from an early age, by which I mean I got pleasure from visual exhibition and physical contact of my genitals with another person. I actively sought out this pleasure. I had a nudist extended family so there was lots of opportunity to do both, and also to look at other people's bodies and genitals which I enjoyed consciously and shamelessly from perhaps the age of about nine. I had a female cousin my age with whom we shared intimate exploration and eventually intercourse at age 12 or thereabouts. She was the first person to openly stroke my penis and suck the head of it. Her step-father walked in as I was rubbing my cock on her tits and calmly told us to go and have a bath and that this sort of thing was for adults and we had best stop doing it for a while. He came into the bathroom while my cousin and I were in the bath together and stripped off. My aunt was in the kitchen and was untroubled by whatever might have been going on in the bathroom.. He sat on the side of the bath saying he would get in when we got out, and had an enormous erection on showing his throbbing purple glans dripping precum. As we were all nudists, I had seen his cock before but this time I was still very randy and so I sucked him till he shot semen into my mouth. We all laughed and agreed that the three of us were all sexual explorers and did not do all the guilt stuff. My aunt walked in with some cool drinks and sat naked on the closed toilet happily showing her open and dripping vulva as she eyed up her husbands pink rocket and my smaller rocket sticking out of the water a foot from her daughter's cunt. Being about 12 years old, I clearly did not understand the full implications of all that had just happened but it has never bothered me to this day. We were not your average English family.

Previously the only "touching" had been with other kids in a playful way, and with a few adults in a naughty way where they pretended to "accidentally" touch or rub my stiff penis. I was usually stiff when in nude company and nobody minded, least of all my mother and aunts. My mother and her friends [one at a time] used to wash me down when in the bath many times and I enjoyed having my cock washed and would usually have silent dry orgasms as they dried around the glans afterward. This continued till I was perhaps about sixteen. It was magical standing nude with a hard cock while a lovely old nude lady dried it gently and drew out the small amounts of semen that were available at a young age. I enjoyed their floppy tits banging on my chest as they bent over and one of them had a very long gerkin-like clitoris which I was allowed to play with. My mother was openly bisexual and was 100% shameless about touching and stimulating her son's cock but I was never allowed to tough her genitals other than in business-like anatomical explorations. She had sex with other men in our nudist group and my father was also bisexual and did likewise.

I recall a trip to the doctor for a sore cock when I was accompanied by a neighbour, my folks being busy. I was perhaps twelve or so. As the doc felt my expanding cock for ailments, I got a rush of pleasure from the transgressive nature of the situation. There I was naked and erect in front of the doc, her nurse, and my old Anglican neighbour who was not a nudist. I exploded semen like a volcano all over the doc's hand. We all just laughed but at that moment I realised that I got intense sexual pleasure from naughty situations. This was reinforced by all three ladies grabbing my cock and wiping the semen from it studiously, all in an effort to prolong the situation and enjoy my own pretend effort to calm the cock down by pulling the foreskin right back and rubbing the entire shaft to expell any remaining semen. The result was that I masturbated openly and and proudly in front of these ladies. So naughty but so nice. The old neighbour helped me put my underpants on, grabbing my cock as she did so and pulling the foreskin back herself for me to explode again into her hand. This behind a curtain and she continued to play with my cock for a couple of minutes until the nurse came back. I held my monster out for her as she copied my masturbation style and she pretended to be stopping the flow by inserting her finger into my slit. I just kept ejaculating into her hand which I took and put by my mouth to lick the semen off, saying it was the sort of thing men were supposed to do. She feigned surprise but refused my suggestion she try it.

The old chooks who bathed me were all nudists and older mothers themselves and liked boy's and men's cocks. A couple of them would masturbate me, and when I was older they loved putting my super-stiff cock into their droopy slimy cunts with their finger in my bum while I ejaculated three or four times deep into their bellies. These old dames were keen for me to get my short foreskin removed while they watched which I did somewhere around the age of fifteen perhaps. My father who was usually away on business had been circumcised and had for a long time been trying to get me to have the chop so was pleased when my mother and two friends trotted me off to the old Jewish doctor in Hammersmith who had a reputation for a good brit-milah [high and tight circ]. However it seemed I bled a lot and so ended up with a loose circ but it didnt bother me as it still sat tightly and well-behind my glans and made my glans bulge like an artichoke.

I had a lot of sex with males and females, old and young, in my adolescent years and since most of our friends were artists, I obligingly posed nude for them many times while they painted renaissance-style paintings or did life-drawing of a young hot body wrapped around another young hot body in true renaissance style. To this day I am happy to mingle and mate sexually with males and females but happily only fall in love with females. My three long-term partners have all been bisexual and have all had a prominent clitoris and so my life has been bliss. I attribute this to an upbringing free of shame and guilt, and one that encouraged open enjoyment of displaying my own body and appreciating the bodies of others.

I worked many years as a therapist for men with sexual problems. These were basically men who were either considering transitioning to female, or who were wondering if they were gay when they didn't want to be gay. I worked in theatre in productions requiring nudity and wrote several plays that revolved around the theme of the symbolism of the circumcised cock, and the projection of the phallic meme into male social life. I see most of western culture, and most of what men do in their lives, as a sublimation of unconscious immature representations of the cock. Perhaps many men have been forced to repress their biological drive to openly appreciate their penis and indeed all of their bodies and its wonderful work of continuing the human race as and providing a source of pleasure for other humans. My dear old mother and her friends, and my wider nudist family, taught me to bypass the religious and cultural guilt that ensnares so many men and women today.

But the openness I preach comes with responsibility to always work for the long-term good, wellbeing, and pleasure of others, and never to resort to power trips or manipulation for one's own selfish enjoyment.

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From Antony

I’ve been enjoying your latest article about puberty, perhaps mostly trying to remember my own time, as you prompted us to do.

Clearly it was some years ago now, certainly in my case, but it’s been interesting trying to recall elements of it and what actually happened.

For me, I do recall the different feelings that I started to get and the pleasure from gently playing with my penis. The onset of pubic hairs and wanting them, as friends had them, but fairly quickly realising I didn’t like them! Feeling my penis get bigger and thicker when it became hard, was a very enjoyable time.

In terms of pubic hairs, it was a few years before I started trimming them, initially, then shaving them completely.

I’m not really sure why I didn’t like them at first, but I soon thought they didn’t look very nice and in part actually concealed my penis, to a degree. Also, after masturbating, they would be a rather wet with my cum, and so it was much easier to clean up a smooth area, than a hairy one.

Once I’d gone smooth, there was definitely no going back!

Anyway, in terns of puberty, I don’t recall too much else about the changes, poor recall.