Where’s all this leading to? Regretfully and humiliatingly, I’m trying
to work up the courage to tell you about the first time I ever had a
climax with a female was present.
Notice, I said ‘female present’! She, or in my case the three of them,
didn’t share in this experience. They only watched. As a reasonably
normal and always horny teenager I had many orgasms before this, but I
really don’t count beating off while looking at a centerfold in some
smelly bathroom as having sex. True, you eventually do come and it’s
better than nothing, but it’s just not the same when you’re alone and
you DO feel like a jerk after you’ve finished. Is this why some people
call it jerking off?
Unlike some of the stories you may have downloaded from this board
(yours truly included), my sex life didn’t begin with shapely,
beautiful, walking wet-dreams throwing me down the on playground and
fucking my brains out. Way back then, if a girl liked you, she hit you a
lot and pestered you in the most annoying way. To a boy who couldn’t
even spell hormones yet, let alone know what they were, this was not a
person you wanted to be near. To me, girls were to be avoided. Somewhere
along the line, as all 5 and 6 year old boys find out, I realized I was
stronger than the girls who were hitting me, so it was only logical that
I should start to hit them back.
This was when I first enrolled in the course; Big Brothers – 101.
Looking back at this period of time in my life, it’s really a shame my
school didn’t include the subject on their report cards. My parents
would have definitely been more proud of me. There were so many Big
Brothers, and those of us who attended their classes had a difficult
time graduating. Besides learning the relationship between a cold
compress and a black eye, I was taught how to properly re-align mangled
fingers, the different techniques of stopping a bleeding nose, shown
that, yes, I could be lifted up by the ears just like a puppy, and for
the last lesson I was amazed to learn the tiny things hanging between my
legs had nothing at all to do with how much pee I could retain before I
finally had to find a toilet. The small and hard to control rubbery
organ, which I seldom pulled out in time anyway, was primarily there for
pain! Big Brothers always hit or kicked these first so they must be
protected at all times.
Tittie Fucker