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.
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