11-16-2006, 04:35 PM
11-16-2006, 04:36 PM
Abster Wrote:So, you have tasted your own cum then?
yeah but that is old news
11-16-2006, 04:36 PM
Do I have to go search for it?
11-16-2006, 04:38 PM
do you really want to know that bad?
11-16-2006, 04:38 PM
If you're curious, I guess you could but its nothing interesting.
11-16-2006, 04:39 PM
Goatweed Wrote:do you really want to know that bad?
What do you think?
11-16-2006, 04:40 PM
inquiring minds want to know
11-16-2006, 04:42 PM
well the first time was out of curiosity, so after I was done jerking off, I had a little gobble of cum on my thumb and I gave it a quick lick, it wasnt like "mmm delish" but not as bad as women make it to be.
The second time was pure accident during intercoursing a woman.
The second time was pure accident during intercoursing a woman.
11-16-2006, 04:45 PM
well you didnt have to go in such detail
hahah just kiddin !
hahah just kiddin !
11-16-2006, 04:46 PM
lucky for you jack posted in this thread and set the useless levels to a new low.
11-16-2006, 04:51 PM
Growing up we had an above ground pool in our backyard. It was surrounded by pebble rocks with flat stones leading up to the ladder to climb onto the deck.
The ladder could be lifted up once you were on the deck and locked for safety but all of us being little, when we would try and lower it gently we didnt have the strength and it would slam down onto the flat stone beneath it.
There was a little post right on each side of the ladder with brown tops that we would usually knock off somehow and on the right post we couldnt find the top. After a summer we realized there was a wasp nest growing inside of the post but no one ever bothered to get rid of it.
I went outside to go swimming with my brothers and they ran up the ladder and pulled it up behind them per usual. Making me beg and plead for them to let me up.
Finally my oldest brother pushed the ladder down and it slammed so hard it rattled the wasps nest and they came flying out of the post.
I guess my brother's quickly jumped into the pool to get away from them but i didnt notice and they all came out and started stinging my face.
I passed out and woke up in the living room with an emergency squad and my neighbor and parents all standing over me.
Everything felt swollen and i couldnt move my lips and then i think i passed out again.
The ladder could be lifted up once you were on the deck and locked for safety but all of us being little, when we would try and lower it gently we didnt have the strength and it would slam down onto the flat stone beneath it.
There was a little post right on each side of the ladder with brown tops that we would usually knock off somehow and on the right post we couldnt find the top. After a summer we realized there was a wasp nest growing inside of the post but no one ever bothered to get rid of it.
I went outside to go swimming with my brothers and they ran up the ladder and pulled it up behind them per usual. Making me beg and plead for them to let me up.
Finally my oldest brother pushed the ladder down and it slammed so hard it rattled the wasps nest and they came flying out of the post.
I guess my brother's quickly jumped into the pool to get away from them but i didnt notice and they all came out and started stinging my face.
I passed out and woke up in the living room with an emergency squad and my neighbor and parents all standing over me.
Everything felt swollen and i couldnt move my lips and then i think i passed out again.
11-16-2006, 04:53 PM
I think they stung your ass mostly and god bless the little animals for that!
if wasps had hands, i'd shake them.
if wasps had hands, i'd shake them.
11-16-2006, 05:02 PM
How excited are you that you'll be seeing it in less than 3 days?
11-16-2006, 05:04 PM
Oh man, at my Communion i went to pick up my cousin's baby.
She had to be like 2 months old and i waled through teh doorway with her all proud and accidently tapped the side of her head against the doorframe.
Everyone was so mad, i still feel completely horrible about that and i often wonder if my second cousin is now mildly retarded because of it.
She had to be like 2 months old and i waled through teh doorway with her all proud and accidently tapped the side of her head against the doorframe.
Everyone was so mad, i still feel completely horrible about that and i often wonder if my second cousin is now mildly retarded because of it.
11-16-2006, 05:06 PM
My first exposure to Playboy was at seven or eight at a friends house, his dad use to keep a stack of them under the bed. We'd look at then when his parents went out, why they left us two delinquents alone is beyond me.
His dad was cool with letting us shoot his bb gun at little plastic army men that we'd set up in the back yard.
Once, while sleeping over his house we were up talking late when we should have been asleep, his mom comes into the room and I shut my eyes and started snoring. His mom told him to be quiet, as I was sleeping, he was amazed that I fooled her so well.
Our biggest mis-adventure was playing with fire. He lived behind the Jr.HS, which was mostly woods used to shorten the walk to school and for cross country running.
It was a brisk fall day and pretty windy.
So we start a small fire and both start pissing on it to put it out. We both peeked at each others respective penis and he was shocked at how much girthy my cock was then his tiny little nub (and neither one of us were erect, it explains his obsession in HS with steroids, he was the strongest kid in the whole class.) With that fire out, we collected more crap to burn, including a tire. Once the tire caught fire it wouldn't go out for shit, no matter how much sand we threw at it. Then wind must have blew some burning debris behind us, because as we were in a panicking about getting out the fire in front of us. We turned around to a wall of flames which was two or three times our height.
We ran off and hide behind his house while the fire trucks and cops rolled up. My dad picked me up and asked if me and my brother (who was with dad) wanted to check out the fire. I started crying like a little bitch about going home.
At home my mom smelled the smoke on me (daddy was FDNY) and asked me if me and my friend had anything to do with the fire at the school. I blamed two blacks guys on ten speed bikes for the fire, as did my friend (no, I didn't rip off Opie as this memory pre-dates his.)
My mom being the goody-two shoes called the cops on me, so with the cops and Fire Chief in the living room, I admitted my guilt in a wave of tears. My mom the narc, called his mom and we was in trouble for a few weeks.
Still manged to set my hair on fire a couple of months latter in my bedroom.
His dad was cool with letting us shoot his bb gun at little plastic army men that we'd set up in the back yard.
Once, while sleeping over his house we were up talking late when we should have been asleep, his mom comes into the room and I shut my eyes and started snoring. His mom told him to be quiet, as I was sleeping, he was amazed that I fooled her so well.
Our biggest mis-adventure was playing with fire. He lived behind the Jr.HS, which was mostly woods used to shorten the walk to school and for cross country running.
It was a brisk fall day and pretty windy.
So we start a small fire and both start pissing on it to put it out. We both peeked at each others respective penis and he was shocked at how much girthy my cock was then his tiny little nub (and neither one of us were erect, it explains his obsession in HS with steroids, he was the strongest kid in the whole class.) With that fire out, we collected more crap to burn, including a tire. Once the tire caught fire it wouldn't go out for shit, no matter how much sand we threw at it. Then wind must have blew some burning debris behind us, because as we were in a panicking about getting out the fire in front of us. We turned around to a wall of flames which was two or three times our height.
We ran off and hide behind his house while the fire trucks and cops rolled up. My dad picked me up and asked if me and my brother (who was with dad) wanted to check out the fire. I started crying like a little bitch about going home.
At home my mom smelled the smoke on me (daddy was FDNY) and asked me if me and my friend had anything to do with the fire at the school. I blamed two blacks guys on ten speed bikes for the fire, as did my friend (no, I didn't rip off Opie as this memory pre-dates his.)
My mom being the goody-two shoes called the cops on me, so with the cops and Fire Chief in the living room, I admitted my guilt in a wave of tears. My mom the narc, called his mom and we was in trouble for a few weeks.
Still manged to set my hair on fire a couple of months latter in my bedroom.
11-16-2006, 05:13 PM
That was excellent.
11-16-2006, 05:21 PM
Hawt Baux Wrote:How excited are you that you'll be seeing it in less than 3 days?
as excited as I was when my cousin was stroking my 8 year old cock.
11-16-2006, 05:33 PM
Mad Wrote:My first exposure to Playboy was at seven or eight at a friends house, his dad use to keep a stack of them under the bed. We'd look at then when his parents went out, why they left us two delinquents alone is beyond me.
that reminds me of me and my friend Christine. Her Dad used to have a stash of porno but most of it was Hustler magazine. Her Dad also used to be a detective in the police department but quit the job.. he saved a bunch of police reports. Most of them were about him being undercover in men's restrooms, catching male prostitutes.
11-16-2006, 05:40 PM
did her dad ever role play with you in the bathroom?
11-16-2006, 05:47 PM
Your posts are jarring memories.
My first exposure to playboy was when I was in 5th grade. Gregg Collona had an older brother, who was away, and his parents were also away. I was one of three friends he had over, while his big sister "watched the house" (got banged by her boyfriend). Gregg whipped out his brother's Playboy, and I was enthralled, but also confused. "Where the hell is the vagina?" Is it the hair? Is that even hair?" You have to remember, this was before I had sex ed, and I was also with three other guys, so I couldn't act like I had no idea what was going on. After we looked at his Playboy for a while, the other guys wanted to go into his parents room and use the hot tub. But before that, they wanted to compare penis size. I was all "naw, that's cool - I'm going to check out this magazine more". So while they all looked at each other's cocks in his parents room, I was in the other room getting to really figure out what was going on with the whole vagina thing.
three stories I remember about a pool in my yard.
1 When we were little, we had an above the ground pool. One day, I was going to go swimming, and my brother was talking about going to. But I was mad at him for some reason. Or maybe I wasn't mad at him and I just being a douche. Regardless, On my way to the pool, I happened to find a dead bee. I picked it up, and walked over the to the pool. I got into the pool and put the bee on one of the steps, hoping my brother would step on it and cry. Well, short attention span that it is, I swam for a bit, my brother never came out, and when I left the pool, I stung myself with a bee.
When I was 13 we got an in-the-ground pool. As the youngest boy, it was my job to vacuum the pool a lot. Obviously, one of the first things I did was try and get the pool vacuum to give me a blow job. I hopped in the pool, got the hose suction going and stuck my junk in. Within a fraction of a second, I had massive wood. Unfortunately, no matter how long I had it like that or whatever else I tried, I just couldn't come close to having an orgasm. Good thing, because if so, I would have been vacuuming the pool every day and I parents or brothers/sister surely would have found out and I would have had to kill myself.
Another thing I did while vacuuming the pool was take the long pole and try and pole vault with it. I'd run on the side of the pool and plant the pole on the bottom of the pool and it was pretty bad ass. Unfortunately, the vacuum brush would slide all over the place, so I couldnt' really get any good distance. So I took that piece off and just had a pole. I did this a lot. Well, after a few months, my father was baffled by the hundreds of crescent shape moons on the bottom of the pool. He had no idea how it happened, but he thought the pool was ripping apart from the inside. He probably spent 40 hours over the course of one summer trying to patch the thing (upon which time I was still pole vaulting whenever I could), until he finally broke down and had to spent like $2,500 to get the whole pool re-lined.
After that point I felt bad, and stopped doing it.
My first exposure to playboy was when I was in 5th grade. Gregg Collona had an older brother, who was away, and his parents were also away. I was one of three friends he had over, while his big sister "watched the house" (got banged by her boyfriend). Gregg whipped out his brother's Playboy, and I was enthralled, but also confused. "Where the hell is the vagina?" Is it the hair? Is that even hair?" You have to remember, this was before I had sex ed, and I was also with three other guys, so I couldn't act like I had no idea what was going on. After we looked at his Playboy for a while, the other guys wanted to go into his parents room and use the hot tub. But before that, they wanted to compare penis size. I was all "naw, that's cool - I'm going to check out this magazine more". So while they all looked at each other's cocks in his parents room, I was in the other room getting to really figure out what was going on with the whole vagina thing.
three stories I remember about a pool in my yard.
1 When we were little, we had an above the ground pool. One day, I was going to go swimming, and my brother was talking about going to. But I was mad at him for some reason. Or maybe I wasn't mad at him and I just being a douche. Regardless, On my way to the pool, I happened to find a dead bee. I picked it up, and walked over the to the pool. I got into the pool and put the bee on one of the steps, hoping my brother would step on it and cry. Well, short attention span that it is, I swam for a bit, my brother never came out, and when I left the pool, I stung myself with a bee.
When I was 13 we got an in-the-ground pool. As the youngest boy, it was my job to vacuum the pool a lot. Obviously, one of the first things I did was try and get the pool vacuum to give me a blow job. I hopped in the pool, got the hose suction going and stuck my junk in. Within a fraction of a second, I had massive wood. Unfortunately, no matter how long I had it like that or whatever else I tried, I just couldn't come close to having an orgasm. Good thing, because if so, I would have been vacuuming the pool every day and I parents or brothers/sister surely would have found out and I would have had to kill myself.
Another thing I did while vacuuming the pool was take the long pole and try and pole vault with it. I'd run on the side of the pool and plant the pole on the bottom of the pool and it was pretty bad ass. Unfortunately, the vacuum brush would slide all over the place, so I couldnt' really get any good distance. So I took that piece off and just had a pole. I did this a lot. Well, after a few months, my father was baffled by the hundreds of crescent shape moons on the bottom of the pool. He had no idea how it happened, but he thought the pool was ripping apart from the inside. He probably spent 40 hours over the course of one summer trying to patch the thing (upon which time I was still pole vaulting whenever I could), until he finally broke down and had to spent like $2,500 to get the whole pool re-lined.
After that point I felt bad, and stopped doing it.