A life course (3)
3. One has to share toys
Good c***dren share their toys with other c***dren... I was good, but how do I share my toys? Cars, balls, building blocks yes... but they were really only there as a distraction in case someone, so Mama - who else?, came into my room.
After all, the toy I loved to play with, almost exclusively, was myself.
At first it was just stroking and pulling on my cock, wonderful but after a while I kept having to stop because I felt like I had to pee... until I got to the toilet... nothing.
Stroking my ass was nice too, but even then I had to go to the toilet again because it gave me a dirty finger... and it didn't smell good.
That bag with two balls in it, however, was the pinnacle. You could squeeze it, stretch it, put it between your butt crack... and you could put rubber bands or string around it, give it a tap or even scratch it... never did I have to stop my games to go to the toilet.
I soon wondered if the rest of my body would feel as good as that, and sure enough, clothespins on my nipples, kneeling on Lego bricks... even just tying my legs together or to the bed... my body seemed like an inexhaustible source of pleasure no matter what I did, I got that warm, hot, aroused feeling and again and again my peewee became a cock that I looked at, felt on, stroked with admiration... but otherwise not really good knew what to do with it anyway.
All fifth and sixth years had to learn to swim. Only problem, Ghent only had one indoor swimming pool and the cabins were also the place where the clothes had to be left; lockers hadn't been invented yet. So 3 or 4 of us were put in a changing cubicle... shame up to and including because naked you had to put on or take off your swimming trunks... but some were less timid than others, some showed more than others and some looked more than others... after a while cliques formed and about the same guys always ended up together. To compare, even to caress ourselves... after a while we really liked going to the pool, even though it was on the other side of town and everything had to be done on foot because buses were a rarity and therefore priceless luxury.
We really liked going there so much that we even went there voluntarily on our free Saturday afternoon... well, especially for those changing rooms, we also swam in between, of course, although it was mostly water wrestling... preferably with grips that did not fit in any allowed in Olympic discipline.
Still, it was at home that I sprayed for the first time. A playmate was visiting and we... well, we played... when I wanted to stop because I had to pee he convinced me not to go to pee, just keep going and then something special would happen. Well Momm, and if it was special! A milky liquid spurted out… right up to my boyfriend who had apparently been waiting for it because the exact same thing happened to him. An indescribable feeling, and I was a little wiser again, not the cock but what came out made women pregnant, as I learned from my friend's explanation. Yes, yes, learning can be quite fun if you do it playfully.
Well, that brings us to the dreamed goal, women or better yet girls. Totally unreachable in the early sixties. But I've already described that in another docudrama... I almost had one, but that came just a little too early to be good.
Her mom allowed Ginette to listen to music with me in her room and before we knew it we were frolicking. She was two years older than me and therefore stronger. At one point she sat on my chest, clutching my arms until I admitted she had won. If I hadn't had an outburst of submission then, as soon as she let me loose I could have grab her, I could have fucked her, because my cock had become very hard... but no, neither she nor I knew how to proceed... we put on a new EP, hummed along, kissed, hugged, and that was it... Her mom summoned us downstairs because it was time to eat....
Good c***dren share their toys with other c***dren... I was good, but how do I share my toys? Cars, balls, building blocks yes... but they were really only there as a distraction in case someone, so Mama - who else?, came into my room.
After all, the toy I loved to play with, almost exclusively, was myself.
At first it was just stroking and pulling on my cock, wonderful but after a while I kept having to stop because I felt like I had to pee... until I got to the toilet... nothing.
Stroking my ass was nice too, but even then I had to go to the toilet again because it gave me a dirty finger... and it didn't smell good.
That bag with two balls in it, however, was the pinnacle. You could squeeze it, stretch it, put it between your butt crack... and you could put rubber bands or string around it, give it a tap or even scratch it... never did I have to stop my games to go to the toilet.
I soon wondered if the rest of my body would feel as good as that, and sure enough, clothespins on my nipples, kneeling on Lego bricks... even just tying my legs together or to the bed... my body seemed like an inexhaustible source of pleasure no matter what I did, I got that warm, hot, aroused feeling and again and again my peewee became a cock that I looked at, felt on, stroked with admiration... but otherwise not really good knew what to do with it anyway.
All fifth and sixth years had to learn to swim. Only problem, Ghent only had one indoor swimming pool and the cabins were also the place where the clothes had to be left; lockers hadn't been invented yet. So 3 or 4 of us were put in a changing cubicle... shame up to and including because naked you had to put on or take off your swimming trunks... but some were less timid than others, some showed more than others and some looked more than others... after a while cliques formed and about the same guys always ended up together. To compare, even to caress ourselves... after a while we really liked going to the pool, even though it was on the other side of town and everything had to be done on foot because buses were a rarity and therefore priceless luxury.
We really liked going there so much that we even went there voluntarily on our free Saturday afternoon... well, especially for those changing rooms, we also swam in between, of course, although it was mostly water wrestling... preferably with grips that did not fit in any allowed in Olympic discipline.
Still, it was at home that I sprayed for the first time. A playmate was visiting and we... well, we played... when I wanted to stop because I had to pee he convinced me not to go to pee, just keep going and then something special would happen. Well Momm, and if it was special! A milky liquid spurted out… right up to my boyfriend who had apparently been waiting for it because the exact same thing happened to him. An indescribable feeling, and I was a little wiser again, not the cock but what came out made women pregnant, as I learned from my friend's explanation. Yes, yes, learning can be quite fun if you do it playfully.
Well, that brings us to the dreamed goal, women or better yet girls. Totally unreachable in the early sixties. But I've already described that in another docudrama... I almost had one, but that came just a little too early to be good.
Her mom allowed Ginette to listen to music with me in her room and before we knew it we were frolicking. She was two years older than me and therefore stronger. At one point she sat on my chest, clutching my arms until I admitted she had won. If I hadn't had an outburst of submission then, as soon as she let me loose I could have grab her, I could have fucked her, because my cock had become very hard... but no, neither she nor I knew how to proceed... we put on a new EP, hummed along, kissed, hugged, and that was it... Her mom summoned us downstairs because it was time to eat....
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