Forum Overview :: Caltrops High Score Forum :: Four touching penis adventures for kids - part 1

[quote name="Quentin Beck"]1. I must have been about 14. I am the oldest in my family and ashamed of my development. For instance, when my Mum first saw wisps of a mostache, she said, "Oh, what a shame...". <b>[*Damaging!*]</b> Anyway, I was watching Braveheart with my brothers and sister in a hotel. I was lying under the covers of a fold out bed, picking out pubes and putting them in a glass. Not compulsively or anything, just one of those casual fiddley things you do while your mind is on other things. At some point I must have stopped and forgotten about it. Then later, OF COURSE I drank from the glass! I made a crazy noise and spat back into the glass which made my sister ask me what my problem was, and I could not tell them, so that made them more curious and they stood outside the toilet while I washed out the glass and my mouth. I told them there was some kind of shit in my glass and they were satisfied. I remember worrying later that bacteria massing around the swollowed hair in my stomach would somehow form a single worm type organism and I would have to go to teh doctor to be cured and he would make me explain how I wound up swollowing pubes in front of my parents. I would go to great lengths to worry. 2. I am absent minded but it doesn't bother me much because I'm forced to meet interesting people when I leave my headlights on etc (life lesson)... But here is a case where absent-mindedness almost hurt me. I was masturbating in a posh single stall library bathroom with a sink, mirror, purple walls, and all that fancy shit! Unlike most bathroom stalls that you have to lock in order for the door to remain shut, this toilet had a handle seperate from its lock, and in my masturbational frenzy I just shut the door and thought everything was cool. I was standing over the sink at the time the door was opened, so I must have been close to cumming. The door opened onto the sink so it is probable the man opening it saw my dick, and thinking about it now, the mirror was in front of the sink, so he would have also caught the reflection too! I've only been caught masturbating three times, and this was the only time the catcher has seen my dick. Luckily, I couldn't have picked a better guy to catch me. He was middle aged, bearded, tartan flannel shirted, etc... I saw him again browsing books as I exited the libarary and he was luckily a total freak. I use to be very concerned about getting caught masturbating in public to the point where if you had footage of me wanking, you could have successfully blackmailed me for everything, so before wanking in public restrooms, I use to carefully inspect suspicious smoke detectors for cameras (not that I knew what the fuck I was looking for, but GODDAMMIT WHY THE FUCK IS THAT RED LIGHT STILL FLASHING!?!?), but, interestingly, I don't remember being very disturbed by this incident. 3. I was aged somewhere between 6-8 and bathing with my younger brothers and sister. I think our mother would usually put us in the bath and leave us, but sometimes she stayed with us. My dad would sometimes also bath with us. I can't remember exactly. Anyway, I eventually reached an age where I would always request that the jets be on so the bubbles would conceal... the shameful <b>veins on my dick</b>. When do the veins on a boy's dick become apparent I wonder? Anyway, my sister had seen the veins during one bath but thought I had drawn on my penis with a pen. PHEW! I let her maintain this illusion. But, one bath day, she told my Mum I was drawing on my penis and I would have strangled her if I wasn't frozen with shame. Mum explained my shameful secret to her. Shortly after that, we stopped having group baths. 4. A more recent one! I was having sex with a chubby prostitute in Hong Kong. I was very drunk. I couldn't cum and the pimp banged for a second time on the wall. We had given up having sex. We were both frantically trying to get me to cum with our hands. What the fuck happens if you go to a whore and can't cum? I didn't want to find out. This fuck cost $100. For about 5 minutes, we had both been trying to beat me off with a condom on! She was a fancy HK prostitute and for some reason I thought she didn't want me to cum on her. Maybe she told me that. I can't remember. The pimp banged again and I thought FUCK THIS and took the condom off and was thrashing it out of fear I'd go home wihtout cumming and feel like a complete retard. The room we were in was the only one I could see coming up aside from the room the pimp was in, and there were four whores outside when I selected mine, so what if some guy was waiting outside with his whore who wanted to come in and fuck! What if he was the one banging on the door? This concern didn't help things, and I was beating the shit out of it. I eventually came on her stomach I think and she had a quick shower. She was really nice! Perhaps she blamed herself for my troubles. I hope so. Anyway, it didn't seem like any big thing at the time, but the next day, I had a flight and my dick was so fucking swollen! Perhaps it was more to do with me sitting on a plane for 11 hours with nothing else much to think about that made it seem so bad, but fuck. I believe I've jerked off more than anyone on this board and I jerk without lube so I'm use to a bit of dickburn, but when you've got nothing else to think about for 11 hours, it's a million times worse. [/quote]