(Fm, Mm) (05k)
(date posted: Thursday, August 30, 2007)
Every year in late August, my mother would take me to see the doctor. The school required that every student have a physical examination and all their shots before starting the new school year. It had become a routine. For those parents that couldn't afford their own doctor, the school provided one free of charge. That was the doctor we ended up with. Each year it was the same thing. The nurse would check my weight, my height, how straight my spine was and give me a shot. I hated the shots. Then the doctor would come in and feel me all over to make sure everything was in good working order. Sometimes the doctor would touch me in places that would make me feel uncomfortable. You know what I mean. Last year, when I was about to start fifth grade, he was feeling my nuts and asking me to cough, just like he always did when the nurse walked in. Nurse Matthews was hot. I mean, I was only eleven, but even I knew that she was hot. I was kind of embarrassed that my underwear was down when she entered and just as the doctor was feeling me down there, it got, well you know, it got hard. Doctor Phillips looked kind of surprised when it happened and looked over at the nurse who grinned back at him as if they were sharing some sort of personal joke at my expense. Nurse Matthews moved closer so she could get a better look and licked her lips. "Wow Johnny, that sure is a nice looking set you have there," she smiled. "Thanks," I answered her back, not knowing what else to say. The doctor still had his hand on me. It sort of felt good but weird and I wiggled nervously on the examination table. "I think that we should schedule a special examination next year," suggested the doctor.
(M/m/F mom/son/dad inc/mast) (09k)
(date posted: Monday, July 3, 2006)
Since I had turned 13, I had been spending a lot of time in my room... Well, you know... Whacking off, slapping my salami, bopping my boloney, spanking my monkey. In other words, masturbating had become my favorite past-time. I started to fantasize constantly about what it would be like to really fuck. I stuck my dick into anything I could find that might feel like a pussy. Banana peels, pillows, you name it. There wasn't a stuffed animal on my bed that didn't have some dried cum in its crotch. I think my parents suspected. They never caught me, but I got the "good little Catholic" lecture about how "touching yourself in inappropriate places" was a sin. Oh well, I guess I was going to hell. If masturbation was a crime, I would get the death penalty.
(m/m, M/m, m/f) (09k)
(date posted: Wednesday, December 31, 2003)
Jeremy's father gets a new job in a new town and manages to get his son into an exclusive boy's club. Jeremy is unprepared for some of the club's activities.
(date posted: Friday, January 7, 2000)
I was an elementary school art teacher in a small suburban New York State school district. I had only had the job for about three months. Most of the kids had some or little talent, but there were a few that excelled. One of these students was David, a sixth grader. He was truly a talent. No matter what he drew, he drew it well. On the other hand, I had no drawing ability at all. So, when I was asked to do the art work for the school newsletter, I was stumped. As I watched him draw one afternoon, I decided to ask him to do the illustrations. "I'll give you $15," I told him. At first he was a little hesitant, but I think the other kids kind of forced him into it. So, he agreed to do it, and did a fine job. I then offered him the job on a permanent basis. This required us to work together on a regular basis, which wasn't always convenient during school hours. Fortunately, I live in the same district I work in, so he lived very nearby.
The Webelo Sleepover
(date posted: Monday, October 18, 1999)
I couldn't believe that I actually got suckered into going on this Webelo sleepover at the Y.M.C.A. My son had been begging me to set this up for weeks. After all, it was an annual tradition I was told. Yeah, I guess it was. I had gone when I was ten years old, and now it was their turn. It's just that this time, I was the scout leader in charge of taking them. Normally this was a father/son event, but with all the fractured families around, it was just myself and two other dads, against eighteen kids.
The Football Team
(date posted: Thursday, October 7, 1999)
My name is Jeremy Lynch. When I was 13 years old, I played football for the Westridge Junior High Team in Buffalo, New York. I was the youngest member of the team, as the other boys were all 14. I had tried out for the team several times, and had done really well, but each time, I was turned down. I asked several of my friends that had made the team why, and they said because the coach wasn't sure he could trust me. When I asked them what they meant by that, they just looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing. Westridge had a reputation for being a winning team. They had been a loser team until coach Danvers took it over about two years ago. Since then, they had begun to win almost all of their games. The team also had the best looking cheerleaders in the league. The costumes were rather controversial with the mothers, who said that they revealed too much. But the team appreciated them, as did the fathers.
My Cousin Denise
(date posted: Tuesday, June 29, 1999)
"I am NOT going!" I screamed at my parents. "You are, and that is FINAL!" they yelled back. "Bastards..." I mumbled under my breath. "What was that?!?!" came my father's voice from downstairs. 'Unreal' I thought... No way could he have heard that. I dared not answer. This was one of those no win situations, where the only solution was to keep quiet. If I answered him, no matter what I said, I would feel the crack of his belt whipping me on the ass. My parents were strict, especially my dad. His Christian upbringing was apparent to anyone who knew him. There was no swearing, no drinking, no smoking, no mention of sex, no anything allowed in this family. I often wondered how I had ever been conceived. And I always wondered how I had turned out so different from them...
The Cub Scout
(date posted: Thursday, March 4, 1999)
Steve sat on the couch, a Playboy magazine in his left hand, and his cock in his right. It had been a long work week, and right now, this seemed like the best way to relieve his stress. As he closed his eyes, and fantasized about a nude twelve year old sucking his dick, the doorbell rang. "Shit!" he moaned, "always at the good part." He thought about just letting the damn bell ring, but it rang again, and he worried it might be important. It would be just his luck that he didn't answer when the Publisher's Clearinghouse Prize Patrol showed up. He pulled on the only piece of clothing nearby, an old bathrobe sitting on the arm of a nearby chair, and strode to the back door. Looking out, he saw the smiling face of a neighbor girl dressed in a cub scout uniform. She was about twelve years old with long brown hair and blue-green eyes. "Mmmm..." he muttered aloud as a fantasy entered his head.
Jeff and Kelly
(date posted: Wednesday, March 3, 1999)
Jeff heard the back door open as his younger sister entered the house. He quickly tried to slide his erect 6-1/2 inch cock back into his pants, but Kelly was too fast, and his prick was to hard. Thinking fast, he pulled the newspaper from the coffee table and placed it over his open zipper. "Hey Jeff" she called out as she breezed past. Noticing his red face, she paused a moment. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing" he answered back sternly. "Then why are you..." she started to ask. "None of your damn business!" yelled Jeff. "Well OKAY!" responded Kelly. "Christ," she thought to herself, "who put the bug up his ass?"
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