I told the Venerable Pierre, Prophet of the Great God Glub, that
if he would tell of his experiences with the Bitches From Hell I
would tell of my experiences with the--
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BASTARDS WHO FUCKED OVER ME
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1 Awakenings in the sand pit
2 Gilbert and me in the garage den
3 Lloyd and me after school
4 Freddy and me all over
5 Cousin Frederick struts his stuffe
6 George and some aroma therapy
7 Vincent the alley cat
8 Maynard and Marshall
9 Keith and the little house
10 Sistah-girlfren Loretta
11 Randy in the reeds
12 Ray and his nail
13 Jim when school is out
14 Gary and his curtains
15 Marion and the monster
16 Practical hydraulics in the shade
17 Alone in the soft grass
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1 Awakenings in the sand pit
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I spent my puberty and adolescence as an only child with two
standard, somewhat humorless parents who always strove to do the
right thing. We lived in a one-bedroom house on the edge of the
Golden Gardens tract between the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport and
the north edge of the dry Salt River bed. The river bed was a
desert waste averaging three quarters of a mile wide. There had
always been sporadic sand and gravel operations in it. It was
otherwise used as an illegal dumping ground and as a recreation
area for the boys who lived in the tract. It was left to me to
transform it into its high calling as a den of iniquity and
champs elys`ee of dissipation.
One beautiful spring day after church let out, Sonny and Orville
decided that we boys should cut out for the riverbed. They'd
made a discovery they wanted to show us. They, along with
Gilbert, Lloyd and me, took off for the sand and brush. My
mother made me stop to change clothes. We walked farther across
the river bed than I ever had by myself. The south edge of the
river bed was the beginning of what everybody called South
Phoenix. This particular part of South Phoenix was also called
Nigger Town. We weren't sure we wanted to meet up with any of
them "coons" but there were five of us and so we figured they
wouldn't give us any shit if they did see us. Mind you this took
place just four years after the Supreme Court struck down
Separate but Equal; both sides were apprehensive about congress
with the other.
We were about halfway across and at a low bluff which we climbed
to the top of. I'd never been on this bluff. We could see what
Orville smirked and called "pickaninnies" about a thousand yards
beyond us. They paid no attention to us if they noticed us at
all. Up on this bluff the land surface was much less rolling
than the main part of the river bed. We soon came to one of the
large pits left from excavating sand. One side of the pit was a
moderate incline of the finest sand I have ever seen.
Orville and Sonny apparently had been here before. They showed
no compunction whatever about shucking all their clothes
including socks and sliding down the sandy embankment. You might
say this activity was the desert equivalent of the ole swimmin'
hole. At the bottom, Orville hollered up to us Are you guys
pussies or what? -- Get naked and slide on down here! Lloyd was
game and was naked as a jay in about five seconds. Down he slid.
This left Gilbert who had taken off his shoes and me who was
standing there with my figurative thumb up my ass. Finally,
after enough hooting from Lloyd, Gilbert stripped down and went
for it. Gilbert gave me a dirty look and so I followed
[birthday] suit. To this day I can feel the sensuosness of that
sand flowing over all my naughty bits and through my toes as I
slid down the incline. It was like a million warm fingers
tickling me in places I didn't even know I had.
Orville was a blond kid with blue eyes, and sort of geeky. He
wore glasses and squinted a lot. He was as pale as you could be
without appearing deathly. His older brother Sonny was alabaster
as well but had very dark brown hair. Lloyd was dark-haired and
pale, too, but had a peculiar Native American skin tone from his
mother who was probably half Cherokee. Gilbert was your garden
variety cute Mexican boy. He was dark tan with very wavy black
hair. I have green eyes, an unremarkable honky complexion, and
at the time had sandy brown hair on its way from blond into the
medium brown it is today.
We did the natural thing when we were at the bottom of the sandy
slide of checking out each other's dicks. Orville had about
three inches and had no pubes yet. Sonny had a five-inch honker
and a pretty good bush growing. Lloyd had a knob of a dick that
reminded me of one of my mother's small thread spools. He had no
pubes either, nor did I. Gilbert had a pleasant palmful and some
nice curls down there. For the only time in my life, I had
enough dick not to be the smallest in the batch. Lloyd got
ribbed unmercifully for having a "cork" and being deemed
completely unable to "bust a girl's cherry".
I don't know how many times we all climbed back to the top and
slid down again. The afternoon sun was beginning to become
genuinely hot, so we put our pants and shoes on and headed back
toward our houses, taking time to cool under a stand of large
mesquite trees. There were some large rocks half in the ground
there, so we took seats and enjoyed the shade and the breeze
while shooting some more breeze. The conversation soon got
around to what is on boys's minds most of the time, s-e-x. It
got further focused on "jacking off".
Sonny and Gilbert knew what jacking off was but the rest of us
didn't. Lloyd had heard that if you play with your cock you'll
get hair on your palm. Gilbert had heard you'd go blind. They
kidded Orville and me about wearing glasses and decided that I'd
had the most experience whacking my meat. Not true. I'd never
theretofore "played with myself". Well, Gilbert said, don't you
know if you rub your hand up and down your dick it will get hard
and feel good and jizz will come out? This was all news to me.
One thing led to another and to all of us hauling out our
weapons, spitting on our palms, and starting in whacking.
I wasn't impressed, but then I never do take well to change and
new things. I also wasn't getting anywhere. My noodle was just
as soft after five minutes of pulling on it as it was before I
started. Meanwhile Sonny was throwing his head back and moaning
and acting in general like he was going to have some kind of fit.
Orville yelled for us to look at this: Sonny's cock got kind of
red and swollen-looking and pretty soon he was jerking his
stomach and white stuff was squirting out of his dick. I was
amazed. I thought he was hurting himself and we would all get in
trouble when we had to carry him back to "land" and take him to
the hospital.
Orville just laughed at my concern and kept on pounding. Lloyd
was holding his little bobbin between his thumb and forefinger
and was just thrashing the hell out of it. Pretty soon he
started moaning and swearing and humping and a drop or two of
"jizz" came out of his meat. Gilbert had been calmly whacking
away not saying much of anything until he started to breathe hard
and shake a little. Suddenly all this watery stuff started half-
dribbling/half-squirting out of his hooded meat. It looked like
spoiled, separated milk and there sure was a lot of it.
Everybody who had "cummed" allowed as how this sure was a good
"jack-off party" and we should all come out here next Sunday and
do it again.
I don't recall now how many more times we actually did meet to
meat on the "desert", but I'd been practicing playing with it at
home under the sheets. I gradually got it convinced it should
get hard. I was surprised at how much bigger it got when it was
hard. Why it must have been a 400 percent increase in length and
twice the width! I still wasn't convinced that it felt good
enough to keep doing this. I gave it one more chance the next
night and it did feel better than before. Suddenly it started to
feel really good and I began to understand why Sonny and them
acted so funny when they got close to "shooting" cuz here I was
shooting _my_ first load -- and it really _did_ feel good. I was
disappointed cuz that good feeling sure didn't last very long. I
thought jacking off was a lot of work for not much fun.
I think subconsciously I was working on a way to fix that. On
one of our later little us-guys meets the subject of cornholing
came up. I had no idea what they meant. Orville said, Why don't
we show you. With that, he grabbed hold of my pants and started
pulling them off of me. I protested and turned around frontwards
toward him, instinctively protecting my datehole, I guess. He
was just teasing me. They went on about how cornholing was
sticking your "peeder" in somebody's asshole. I couldn't figure
out why anybody would want to do that and I said so. Gilbert
said he heard that it felt good and that you could do it and cum
that way if you couldn't get a girl. Trust me to ask the dumb,
rhetorical question, Who would want to _let_ anybody do _that_ to
them?
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