My formative years.  

marvin0134 56M
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8/13/2006 12:03 am

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10/18/2006 7:48 pm

My formative years.


When I was 5, I remember opening a catsup bottle that my mother could not open. This was the highlight of my life at the time.

When I was 6, the neighbor girl and I played doctor. After examining each other in great detail, she asked me to suck her pee pee. I obliged. I had no idea of any other uses for this part of her autonomy.

When I was 7, we moved to another state.

When I was 9, we moved back. We both had the required knowledge to use our anatomy to our mutual satisfaction.

When I was 12, my mother caught me and the neighbor girl in a compromising situation. We had just enough time to get most of our cloths on. We must have looked guilty as hell because my mother spanked both of us all the way to the house. We both maintained our innocence. My mother said "Fine, I will let your father deal with you when he gets home". The neighbor girl was sent home and I was sent to my room.

When my father got home I heard muffled conversations in the other room. Eventually my father called me outside, behind the woodshed, so to speak. I was sure that I would get another whipping.

We sat on a log and he rolled a cigarette, laid it on the log and rolled a second cigarette. He then lit them and gave one to me. We sat and smoked, when he finally spoke, all he said was "never kiss and tell".

I have never disobeyed his advice.

When I was 13, I went through puberty. My girl friend (neighbor girl) cut me off cold turkey. I begged and pleaded but she wouldn't give in. She finally took pity on me and hooked me up with her younger sister.

Continued...

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8/13/2006 1:57 am

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