Hey Double V,
>Oh! Bangkok!
Yes, when I was in Boy Scouts we gave one another 'lobsters'. It
amounts to a full, painful squueze. I had lots of lobsters given to
me, but I only gave them to boys whose hidden treasures held my
interest. Several times I found more than I expected in a fellow
scout's crotch. ;)
>Do you know I actually had an adult, a big and burly ape of a man, do
>that to me? At a public card game, for Heaven's Sake! Can you
>imagine? I was hardly amused, and had to excuse myself for ten
>minutes. The bore was totally bladdered.
I'll bet your bladder didn't do much better...
>I saw orgasm defined as "euphoria." Well, if that is the case, I
>suppose one can achieve that at nearly any age. When you were 8, do
>you recall how you felt emotionally and what you felt physiologically
>when you acheived orgasm?
At first I wondered what my Uncle was on about. Once he got going, he
definitely had my interest. He was quite good at it. Eventually, the
tip of my penis seemed to be the focal point of the entire universe. I
was enthralled by the growing sensation. It felt better and better and
better and reached a point where it felt so good it was too much. And
then it went past that to feeling so good it hurt. I stood up and he
stopped. He asked me how I liked it and I said it was fun. I remember
how hot my face felt. Then he said he wanted me to do the same to
him. He had a massive organ. It was at least 12 inches long and I
couldn't hardly even fit the head in my mouth. He was not pleased. He
told me to stop and stand there while he started hammering on his
member. He was looking intently at my penis and when it started to go
flaccid he reached out with his other hand to coax it to life. It
responded and he proceeded to have his own climax. He was a 'yeller'
he kept saying, 'Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!' I thought he was in pain. He
said 'You want to see me cum?' I didn't know what he was talking
about. He shot all over his stomach and into his dense mound of pubic
hair. He continued to masturbate even after he'd come. He explained
that he wanted to 'get it all out so it didn't get in his underwear'.
I suppose he didn't do his own laundry...
>Does it compare one to one with your
>experience after coming of age?
My experiences with others had a much more emotional appeal and active
involvement on my part. My first orgasm was intense and memorable, but
I've had better. The best have been with someone I was completely in
love with, and the feelings returned. There is nothing better.
>I think the majority sexual behaviour by boys is behaviour targeting
>sexual themes (Ouch! Sometimes literally!) but not sexual
>satisfaction. I have seen very few boys reach "euphoria" by having
>their ("chinese-japanese-what-are-these.") todger batted in the lunch
>line.
I daresay. I agree with you largely, but I think that the older the
boys are (approaching puberty) the more they leave their options open
for the game to progress beyond grabass. T-Bone told me about the
first time he played 'Spin the bottle' it was a mixed group of 11 and
12 year old boys and 12 and 13 year old girls at a sleepover at his
friend's house. Apparently the rules of this game required the boy and
girl who were kissing to go into a separate room to kiss. After T-Bone
kissed his first girl there was a whispering among the girls and they
immediately did all they could to kiss T-Bone. The other boys caught
on and soon became jealous. T-Bone is a VERY good kisser, masterful in
fact. After the game was over the oldest girl (in 7th grade) said he
could be her boyfriend but he couldn't tell anyone because he was
still in 5th grade and she was in 7th. LOL! That night his three
friends ask him to show them how to kiss. He obliged them all and the
boys got SO worked up that there was a bit of a jerkfest!
>I am very sorry to hear your experience with your uncle was a negative
>one. Do you want to talk about it?
It was unpleasant after that first time. I wasn't surprised though, he
was about 7 years older than me. He'd alway resented me because I was
the first grandchild. When I was six, he had let his friends beat me
up. During our subsequent sexual relationship it was all one sided.
All about him. He was abusive emotionally and physically. He would
hold me down and fart in my face, for example. He was tremendously
interested in my sexual development. He wanted to see my pubic hair,
do I have hair under my armpit? By the time I was twelve I was more
resistent to his manipulations, so he began to get me interested with
porn. I was interested in that, of course, because I had no access to
it. When I was 13 he came to live with us. He slept in the room next
to mine. I was NOT happy. He would do whatever he could to sneak peeks
at me when I was naked. He would make fun of the way I masturbated. He
did whatever he could think of to humilate me. When I was 14, I was
finally as tall as him, but I was heavier and more muscular. He was a
skinny little stick, even at 21.
One day in January he was helping my father and me unload a haywagon
full of hay bales that we'd bought to feed our horses. It was a cold
day. He was riding my ass the whole time, making fun at me, poking me,
just giving me shit for no reason. I kept looking at my Dad to make
him stop. My Dad was looking at me to stop it myself. So I stewed and
when I'd had enough and he insulted me yet again (really stupid shit
too) I lit into him. I tackled him, got him on his back, pinned his
arms down with my legs and started pummeling him. He struggled and
told me to let him up, he was going to kick my ass. I kept pounding
him, his chest, his face his neck. He struggled harder and couldn't
budge me. I kept hitting him with all I had. I paid him back for
everything he ever did to me. When the blood started to pour out of
his nose and his lips were bleeding he started to panic. He yelled to
my Dad to get me off of him. My Dad looked at him and said, 'You got
yourself into this'. After that I started punching him with my right
fist in the jaw. I know it had to hurt. He started to cry and pleaded
with me to stop.
I stopped hitting him and I looked down at him and realized I was
crying too. He was fucked up and had never landed a blow. I got up and
left him alone. Needless to say, that was the day my abuse ended.
The really sad thing is that if he'd have approached me in a different
way, we could have had some fun.
>I've had two individuals who have expressed their condolences over my
>stunted childhood, that they were sorry I'd missed the fun.
>Considering the kind intent, I thank them for their concern. I had a
>very good boyhood. Why, I flew to the moon, was an American cowboy,
Ha Ha! Me too! I was John Glenn circling the earth!
>a naked Indian boy,
Sorry I missed that play date!
>a soldier, an Amazon explorer, a caveman, an
>Austrailian sheep dog and loved son of a king ...
I was a circus puppy (orphaned, but very talented)
>I built great
>civilisations (granted, from the stacks of children's classical books
>Mum had expected me to actually read!) of towering buildings,
>magnificent ports and fortresses impregnable, and commanded vast
>armies. I was at Balaclava, Trafalgar, Gallipoli,
I missed out on those battles. I fought the Germans in France though.
We had the best time because we were fighting inside of partially
constructed new homes. Dried dirt clods make awesome exploding
grenades!
>with Braddock and Custer and Crazy Horse.
I was at the Little Big Horn too. I guess we were both slaughtered
that day. I was also at Gettysburg and Antietam when I wasn't a secret
agent working inside the Iron Curtain.
And I played house with T---- G-----! That was an education.
>I believe I did as well as Christopher Robin and I'd love to do it all
>again, but I fear they'd lock me up.
I read 'Winnie the Pooh' and 'House at Pooh Corner' cover to cover
with my oldest son. When Christopher Robin had to leave the Hundred
Acre Wood to go to school, my six year old boy had big fat tears in
his eyes. Even then he understood that childhood would come to an end.
He's 24 now and reportedly cried like a baby during Toy Story 3!
That's my boy!
Lotsa love,
Doc
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