Date: October 27th, 2011 4:05 PM Author: Big-titted gunner
We never once spoke about it - it was kind of an unwritten rule of our relationship. I knew that as soon as I opened my mouth about our "closeness", people just wouldnt understand it. And the ritual fuckings of my ass would soon stop. Neither of us wanted that to happen.
Date: October 27th, 2011 4:08 PM Author: vivacious box office Subject: On giving sex education talks at public schools
I was very young, and back then it just wasn’t spoken of. My brother didn’t receive the talk either. The school where he was never offered him any. I never want anyone to go through the trauma of sex without a hand to hold, a voice to speak for him. When people ask me how I can do this, isn’t it “difficult?”, I tell them no, it would be more difficult knowing I could have helped someone and didn’t. Offering support, empowering a boy with knowledge to help them through his ordeal, is my way of taking back the power from the man who neglected me and my brother.
Date: October 27th, 2011 9:00 PM Author: Lascivious stead
I got the chat from my dad and uncle and a couple of their friends. They called me into the garage, where they had layed down a tarp, and covered it in oil. I was instructed to strip down as they all wanted to see "that athletic body you have been working on" (i had begun doing 100 pushups a night and was quite vocal about "bulking" at the dinner table). Once naked I recieved a light push onto the lube coverd tarp. I soon lost my balance and was unalbe to gain a solid footing. At this point I noticed all of the adult men had strategically put on aquasox for traction, but nothing else.
As they came closer i could see nothing but thick, hairy engorged cocks and duck egg like testicles begging to be tugged. Within minutes I was being spitroasted by my uncle and father, i would have begged for it to stop, but i was stuffed to the hilt. After they had dumped a good amount of seed into me, they said "have at it boys, it's ready for ya" and the rest of the group descended on all of my orofices. Theis ordeal lasted about 4 hours.
I was nearly delirous and was completely exhausted when it ended. I had eaten my fair share of man juice and had taken at least 10 enemas worth in my now, pulsating and gaped near prolapse anus. I looked up as the men grunted with approval at their work. My father beamed with pride and walked over to me and offered me a hand up, he helped me to my feet and gave me a slap on the rear, "you did good boy, real good. now you're a man, a twink, but a man, one day you'll have a son and you'll show him what it takes to be a man, by that day, you'll be a bear like all of us." He then french kissed me for what seemed like 20 seconds. After we broke, he offered me my first beer and some dipping tobacco. later, as the crowd dispersed, my father and I entered into our home. My mother was there, with a first aid kit and beaming with pride, "how did he do" she asked my father. "Great, we raised a real little faggot, he's got a power bottom on him!" That was my 12th birthday. My mother, father, and his friends were liberals.
Date: October 31st, 2011 11:35 AM Author: Pearl Halford Principal's Office
His last words after dropping me off at my Freshman dorm were "don't fall in love with the first pair of tits you meet." I had already fucked a few girls by then so it was lulzy.