Step right up, folks -- share your interesting personal stories and be judged, insulted and called sick by an annoying ASSHOLE!
Step right up, folks -- share your interesting personal stories and be judged, insulted and called sick by an annoying ASSHOLE!
use the ignore button, he is like a turd that won't flush, don't feed him!Originally Posted by silkyhoselover
LMAO you have problems with reading comprehension. I simply post that people who are children, teens, or adults who are into sexually abusing children or their relatives are the ones that are sick and fucked up, and yes it's true that these people who are into doing this to other people are sick and fucked up.
Last edited by pole_smoker; Jul 25, 2015 at 11:19 PM.
I agree it's why I keep asking about private messages so we can talk without judgment
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our interesting personal stories and be judged, insulted and called sick by an annoying ASSHOLE![/QUOTE]
I think that there can be a fine line between mentoring a young guy and sexual abuse. If the person enjoyed the sexual encounter and saw it as an awakening that would usually be fine if they are over 17. If the person is older by say more than four years or so, and the younger person is under 18 then it should not probably happen. If the younger person is the aggressor I don't know if it should be looked at as sexual abuse. Things are not as black and white as church ladies are inclined to perceive.
Some children, preteens and teenagers develop sexually at earlier ages than other kids their age. It's caused by hormones kicking in earlier than in other kids. There's nothing sick or unnatural about that. Combine hormones with natural human curiosity and the tendency for kids to be in a hurry to do "grown-up" things (ie. drinking, smoking, sex, driving and many other things) and you have a sexually precocious kid. It is not a perversion or sickness to explore sex at an earlier-than-usual age. It is a sickness and perversion when an adult takes advantage of a kid, whether the kid initiated it or not, but is certainly not unnatural or sick when a precocious kid or teenager undertakes to explore hetero or homo sex with someone near them in age. If either kid says 'NO!" then it's wrong for the other kid to press or force the issue. Innocent sexual experiences at young ages do happen (and have been happening for centuries), as is evidenced by the number of posters to this topic.
No one on this thread should be judged or condemned for willingly and naturally exploring their sexuality at a young age. Almost every poster here looks back on their experience/s as exciting and even liberating. Some may have struggled with guilt or self esteem or confusion for a time, but it seems most of them came to terms with it and adjusted well as adults. They are being being forthright about their experience/s and most of them seem to still get excited remembering the experience/s. This the opposite behavior of true victims of sexual abuse, molestation and predation. They sweep it under the carpet and tell nobody else about it and it seriously affects their future sexual development and desires and fucks up their lives.
Yes, and you're in denial about how you were sexually abused by that college aged woman at 14...if it actually even happened.
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Please do not contradict Dr. Smoker. That is what is wrong with the American Medical system, we question our medical experts.
another know it all expert. I'm still enjoying the occasional feeling of a cock slipping in and out of my mouth and like the throbbing as it shoots spurt after spurt of cum for me to swallow! .
ALERT: the following post contains narrative that may be considered sick by some particular entities, prompting them to ask WTF. If the following prompts you to ask WTF and feel that the poster is sick/abused/in denial, feel free to keep your opinions unposted. If opinion persists, consult your husband, revel in your wholesome monogamous and faithful existence, and try not to choke on all that sanctimony.
i was young. I hadn't started school yet, but it's a period if my life containing a lot of vivid memories. The boy next door was a couple years older and came I play now and again. On this particular day, we found ourselves in the laundry, pressing the tips of our penises together at his direction... and mom caught us. She went off, banishing him from our yard for all time, giving me a single smack on the ass and bellowing about what we did being dirty. It alarmed me, because it didn't seem dirty, it seemed like fun... and so much so that the inference my young mind took away from the incident was that I shouldn't get caught doing it again. And so at an undetermined point in the future (fast forward no more than three years) I described what we had done and how it felt nice to my closest cousin - a month younger than me and always a close and great friend. I asked I he was interested, and he was, so we concealed ourselves and conducted and examination of each other's bodies. This became a frequent ritual, at least for a while, and then the interest waned.
when I started fourth grade, another neighbourhood boy would invite me over to play computer games, which were a new and exciting development... his mother was away one day a week and he recruited me to play a game similar to some I'd played before. He was several years older, in the bloom of puberty, an so larger, hairier an my skier than my smoothness. I was fascinated, and happy to comply when he asked me to suck his large, livid thing. We played this game for a couple years on and off. I never saw him cum - when he reached that point, he would (I later realised) take himself off to the bathroom and finish himself by hand.
.fast forward another two or so years, and the beginnings of puberty are upon me. I've noted the changes, experienced nocturnal emissions, but haven't yet got the masturbation to orgasm thing happening. On one of the increasing rare visits to my cousin's he pulls me aside and murmurs that he wants to "show me something". We leave the house quietly and trek to a far-off farm shed. He doesn't tell me much on the walk, but it fits the pattern of some of our past games, so there stirs the beginnings of arousal...
We reach the shed, and select a spot where we do have some view of access points with te benefit of seclusion, and he pulls down his shorts, his penis tumescent, hairier, larger and altogether more beautiful than I recall. He spits into his palm and begins to stroke. His feet are splayed wide, his pelvis thrust forward, his buttocks clenched. He works his shaft hard and then his hand becomes a blur...
i am mesmerised, and move closer, my heart beating strong and fast. His almost frantic movements are drawing me like a moth to a flame. I have read all about the mechanics of ejaculation, and despite soiling the front of my pyjamas as I'm awakened from the most vivid and erotic dreams, I know nothing about what happens other than some dry prose about sperm, and emissions from an awkward text... but I am compelled to show my cousin something I've learned since we last enountered each other like this: I drop o my knees in front of him, and for the first time take his livid and engorged penis in my mouth, bobbing a few inches up and down. He gasps, and the beautiful phallus between my lips swells and starts to heave. My mouth fills with surges of thick salty sweetness, and I swallow the bulk if it, removing his cock from my mouth to see the last of his pearlescent seed well at his opening.
we clean up hastily and rejoin the family before we are missed; I can't wait to go home and do that to myself... and the next week, as we pass in the corridor at school, he quickly whispers "next time, I want to suck your dick".
and so begins an intense period of my life where every opportunity is seized with him, indoors, outdoors, often with a real risk of discovery, with escalations in our activities which grow within two years to include full penetrative sex with one another, and hitch continues until our mid-20's...
I have told something of my early experiences over the years in forums, but have no intentions of doing so again, but I am 35 now.. soon I will b 36 and for some reason have of late found myself thinking a great deal of those earliest experiences. Some were boys and girls of and around me own age... some men and women older, a few a good bit older 2.. thinking fondly for the most part, even of the experiences with guys tho I have no intention of renewing and do not have the desire to renew sexual aquaintance with mankind, but I do think fondly of much of even that... even the very first cock-up.. or rather non cock-up.. of my then bf making a rite mess of my knickers and legs in his first failed attempt 2 deflower me... he almost never got a second attempt but I am nice and relented... o he managed... just... not long after, I had my first sex with a girl which I have to admit was a far lufflier experience.. teased... used.. but beautifully.. made me realise that this sex lark isn't so bad after all..
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I suppose it is a little sad, but I have a triffic sex life, a love life I have always dreamed of, a family I adore.. I have it all I think. Yet I do think fondly of the earliest experiences of my life... a few even turn me on just remembering and sometimes hanker for some of them.. but I don't want to be 14 or 15 again... 2 stressful.. but those early hits in a way were some of the most powerful and memorable sexual experiences of my life... even the less successful ones in their own way. I was talking to Kate a few times about it.. she thinks it is a sign I am getting old! Cheeky tart...
Last edited by darkeyes; Jul 27, 2015 at 8:41 AM.
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
I will keep this in the "same species" context and go with... I first experience was with another 5-6 yo . i was friends with her 2 older brothers,and she, like most little sisters, loved to hang around us. I was just like I said 5-6 myself and not really into girls or sex or any of that. But one time Wes were all in her parents garage and she said, for 10 cents (big money in the 60s) I'll pull down my panties and let you see! Well we all said yes, and I'm not sure which of us came up with the cash (someone probably gave up ice cream money) but she did just what she said. She laid down, and arched her hips up and pulled down bother her shorts and her panties. We all stared, even her brothers, and then we all ran out of the garage to go onto the next adventure (bikes, skates, etc)
my next time was when I was about 10-11 with my best friend Travis. Travis had a younger brother and 2 older sisters we used to sneak up to where his dad kept his porn magazines pictures and playing cards with nekked girls on them. We'd get ourselves all excited and then go harass his older sister Blanche. We would sneak up on her and pull her skirt up so we could see her panties, then we'd run,like hell to keep from getting our asses kicked. Truth be told I think that Blanche was into it 'cuz she never told on us, and when we went back to try it again we were always successful at getting to see her panties. One time after doing this over and over, we tired of this game and went into his room. There we pulled out one of the mags and it showed a couple engaged in sex not sure who decided this first , but we both wound up pulling our little cocks out,and stroking them together then I turned around and let him Rub his hard cock, on my butt, and then he in turn returned the favor. There was no penetration,that day,and no subsequent episodes like this in the future. Travis and his family moved away so afterfor parts unknown and I was left to discover sex on my own
So you've had sex with animals, that's disgusting and people like you should be in prison. But it's well known you are on sites for people who are into abusing animals like you are.
Last edited by pole_smoker; Jul 27, 2015 at 4:39 PM.
When I was 7 or 8 my brother and I were babysat by a neighbor teenaged boy. He came out the bathroom with an erection. I had never seen such a large penis. I was fascinated, curious and excited. He offered it to me and told me to put it in my mouth. I did gladly and remember the smooth skin and how it filled my whole mouth. My brother freaked out and we stopped. He never sat for us again. I don't know if my brother told. Life went on and in puberty I was in to girls. But later when I began to realize that I was interested in having sex with men I would think about that high school boy. I imagine he was just a horny teenager. Probably totally hetero, now married, whatever. But now whenever I am with a man and his penis is in my mouth I fantasize that he is that teenaged boy and i am myself as the most sexually curious person I know, then and now. And he is able to keep his penis in my mouth. Keep it in my mouth and enjoy the warm wetness of my mouth. Keep it in until he came in my mouth. I imagine how surprised I would have ben. Not knowing about ejaculation. Not knowing that the purpose of a penis is to ejaculate semen. No doubt I would have been somewhat grossed out. Perhaps thinking it was pee. Perhaps it would have made me consider my sexuality and have given me psychological concerns. Or perhaps it would have helped me want to explore my bisexuality earlier. Would have freed me up to want to explore having sex with men earlier. At this time in my life I wish I had started having sex with men earlier. Now the most perfect heaven in my life is having a man ejaculate his semen into my boy mouth.
That's fucked up that someone who was supposed to be a temporary guardian and caretaker, and have the responsibility of an adult abused that trust, and sexually abused you. Does your wife know that this happened to you?
I discovered sex at a very young age. Suffice it to say, those experiences hard-wired my sexuality later in life. Nurture not nature.
FIRE IN THE BELLY
I have read most of the stories that you find disgusting. I do not see any evidence that the people telling their stories are fucked up and belong in prison. I find their experiences to be very much human stories. It is likely these experiences were factors that had some influence their lives today. But, we all have good and bad experiences that profoundly change our lives. Our lives are not perfect, but we still love them, imperfections as well. So, I just do not understand your intolerance of how real people live their lives.
JEM
Like Cher said imperfect beauty is still beautiful
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Learn how to read, and comprehend what you are reading.
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LOL you like Cher, you're such a queen!Albeit a deeply closeted queen.
I watched Stephen King's masterpiece. The Shawshank Redemption, once again over the week-end. He had such an uncanny knack for portraying " life on the inside" without ever actually having been there. And then there's the quandary of who actually belongs there. An innocent man, wrongfully convicted, sacrificing 20 yrs of his life, vs. a corrupt, evil warden hiding behind the camouflage of sanctimonious religion and who couldn't endure one sole day of incarceration himself. So, who decides?
FIRE IN THE BELLY
I was young, won't be specific. My first and all my experiences were with friends. I like to share and will if you message me.
I did comprehend your posts. You want to put too many people in prison.Learn how to read, and comprehend what you are reading.
JEM
Indeed he does.Many, if not most, of those who abuse the young were themselves abused when young themselves and never given the therapy and help they so badly needed.. and many had been imprisoned without reabilitation and treatment, which did little or nothing to help them. If ne thing it exacerated their condition. There is little argument that prison has a place in dealing with those who sexually abuse of the young.. but not the pre-eminent place Poley gives it, especially as he himself tells us those who abuse the young are sick, which many (no arguments from me) are ... Mr Compassion is he not?
... and I have great compassion for the young who r abused b4 I am informed my own compassion is misplaced, for while I was sexually active from age 14 with my peers, and 15 with men and women older than me, I never felt or even now consider myself abused.. indeed as I have said b4 on this site, I was predator at least as much as prey. However, this was not the case when a male member of my own family was abused by a family friend as he entered adolescence and I know all 2 well the family pain and disruption caused and the agonies it caused him... so I do not speak out of complete ignorance.
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
That's denial on your part since you were sexually abused as a teenager.
My aunt and uncle lived in a Subdivision in Tempe, Arizona when I was a kid. They invited me out for summer when I was 13, and it gave me a perfect opportunity to get out of South Dakota.
Now, mind you, I'd played doctor a few times, but it was a self-discovery thing, not sexual on purpose
Well, an emergency meant that they had to head out of town for a weekend, which left me run of their house, and in the watch of their neighbors, who had 2 kids...a boy, 11 and a girl who was 16. We spent some time in their pool, and my hormones went ballistic at the sight of the girl...Well, the second night in, she and I started fooling around, sort of "truth-or-daring" stuff, until I had 1. gotten sucked for the first time (not to finish), 2. had eaten a girl out (definitely not to finish) and 3. had screwed a girl (me? Oh yes, finish...her, not so much).
The next night, the kid's uncle (who was staying with them) confronted me after he'd had a few drinks about me and the girl, and that he'd seen it. I was terrified (as 13 year olds are) that 1. I was going to be punished and 2. that I wouldn't get to do it again. He told me if I sucked him off, he'd keep his mouth shut. So I went down on him...it took me about 10 seconds to realize I loved it.
The next day, he tried to back out, claiming he was drunk...I pushed him the other way...and we ended up screwing around the entire vacation...the girl and I did as well, and I took to it like I was meant to.
I didn't even know what bisexual really was at the time. When I figured it out, it was like a light bulb had gone off on my head.
pole smoker what makes you an expert ? Your entitled to your opinions- don't you have something else better to do
That girl's dad is creepy. He should be in prison.
I know there are those who would agree with u... but I was never taken in those years when I did not want.That's denial on your part since you were sexually abused as a teenager.
No1 forced me in those early years as I searched, yes, searched and strove for sexual fulfilment. It can be and is argued that those older men and women with whom I had sex, being older, should have shown restraint in the face of a young girl who was offering them favours the law forbade. I do have sympathy with that view as a mother myself, yet knowing how deeply felt were my desires and feelings at that time, and how ardently they were pursued, and God were those wants pursued , I am unable accept what happened between those older men and women and myself as abuse so I am not in denial at all... those people may have taken advantage of a young girl's wants and needs, and what was done was certainly illegal, and in the eyes of many morally wrong, but it can never be considered abuse.
Last edited by darkeyes; Jul 28, 2015 at 4:40 PM.
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
Like Gomer Pyle just said, "You're gonna go to hell for that one!"
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