Posted by Steve on October 5, 2005, 6:05 am, in reply to "Mistress Amber" I found this story on the Web, and I thought it sounded almost exactly like my first experience in childhood, when a girl asked me to show her mine. She doesn’t seem to be worried about having her first name and last initial go out over the Internet telling her story, so I left it in place, but I took out all but the boy’s first initial, because we don’t know how he feels about it being told publicly. I’m not him, but my, it sure sounds a lot like my story: there was a girl at school who started being nice to me, came over to my house, came with me into my bedroom, and then asked me to show it to her. I did the same thing as the boy in this story. I told her I’d show it to her if she showed me hers first, because I was afraid that if I did and she didn’t show me hers, then she’d tell everyone at school, it would get all around, and I would be humiliated. But she did. She showed me hers first, so then I showed her mine. And she was fascinated at it. She didn’t ask me to pee, though, and no one came in on us. Other than that, it was almost like reading exactly what happened to me, told from her point of view. When I started masturbating, I always had the picture in my mind of her looking at it, with that fascinated look on her face, and I believe that was what got me started on exhibitionism. This research is only beginning to get done now, about what it is in some men’s early experiences that eventually turn them into exhibitionists. It’s the 21st century, and these things are only now beginning to be investigated. It seems a little late. Maybe it’s the advent of the Internet that’s making it possible, but you’d think this kind of thing would have been all researched and documented decades ago. And some more exhaustive studies still need to be done on the subject, with the studies including large numbers of exhibitionists. Establishing its real cause plays a big role in determining how to cure it. SOLO Experiences I was very naive and knew boys and girls had different “private parts,” but I didn’t know exactly how. My curiosity was really peaked when I realized that the boys’ bathrooms had toilets they could stand at. I had never seen a baby boy’s penis—not even so much as an accurate drawing of a penis at the age of nine. I had a friend who was always promising to show me her encyclopedia that had a drawing of a penis in it, but she never did. Back then I was calling a penis “a boy’s thing.” Anyway, I had other friends who had brothers and other males they had seen. They always tried to give me descriptions. I heard everything from “It looks like a finger” to “It looks like a sausage” and everything in between. My best friend Patty told me that a boy could pee 50 feet into the air. Anyway, with so much curiosity in my head, I had to see for myself. There were of course boys at my school, but I used to keep my distance from them because I was such a girly-girl, and boys were smelly and ugly, to my nine-year-old mind. Particularly, a boy named R----, a “goofy” fourth grader—he had long brown curly hair, he was thin, had tanned skin and freckles, he would always try to be talk to me, and I found him utterly repulsive—until one day I realized I had a good chance of getting him to show me his “thing.” So it was close to Christmas, I recall. I was doing girly stuff with my friends, and R---- showed up. He was dirty, wearing a pair of overalls, his almost-everyday outfit. The girls I was with scoffed at him, but when he came over I was unusually nice. In fact, I ditched my normal group of friends and took interest in whatever he did or said that day. I kept staring at his crotch, wondering what he and every other boy looked like. So by the end of that day I had spent the entire day with him, and he with me, because he had a crush on me. I was supposed to take the bus after school, but R---- walked home. He actually lived a few blocks away from me, but I had never cared much before. So I ditched the bus and walked with him to his house. His father didn’t seem to care much about my presence, and we went to his room. It was the complete opposite of my room. It was small, messy, and lots of army guys on the floor. I liked dolls, was neat and had a big room. I was pretending to be interested in his comic books—for about five minutes—when I asked him, “Will you show me your thing?” He replied, “My thing?” I said, “Yes, let me see what you pee out of.” He decided to show me, under the condition I show him mine, so I lifted up my dress, wriggled out of my panties and showed him. Then he took the straps off of his overalls and revealed his underwear, through which he stuck out his “thing.” I was so excited. I took a closer look and started touching it. It felt really squishy, and eventually it started growing, and I was so amazed. He wanted to put his clothes back on at this point, but I convinced him to let me see more. That was when I discovered “balls.” I asked him what they were, and he said that they helped him pee. I explored him for a while, and then I picked up a cup from his floor and asked him to pee in it. He resisted, but he was a pushover to get to do these things. So he peed in the cup while I held it. I was so intrigued with him peeing that I didn’t even care when the cup started to overflow. He pulled up his overalls after that, but I decided I wanted to have one more feel before I went home, so I told him all he had to do was unzip his overalls. He didn’t have to strip, just let me put my hand in there. Once again I got my way, and put my hand into his zipper hole and felt around until I was inside his underwear, and while I was rummaging around with my hand on his “thing,” his mom came in the room. I took my hand out fast. “Rachael, the whole neighborhood is looking for you.” So I went home and got in big trouble... but when I saw my friends, I told them every detail I could remember about R----’s privates: every wrinkle, every hard spot, soft spot, the size, what it looked like when he was peeing, about how it grew when I touched it, about his testicles, etc. Well, from then on we were all nicer to him and he became a celebrity that year among my friends, because they all got to see “it” at least once. Now, years later, I am looking at a yearbook photo of R----, and he was never that bad looking. As a matter of fact, he was cute. Rachael S. Link: Post a response
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Posted by Steve on October 13, 2003, 3:34 pm, in reply to "Mistress Amber "
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TITLE: “First real penis”
AUTHOR: Rachael S.
COMMENTS: This is a true story about the first time I ever saw a penis. I had been through so much false information about what a boy’s privates actually looked like, I decided to take matters into my own hands, and this is what happened.
When I was growing up, I lived in an all-female house and played with all female friends. Boys were considered “yucky” by me, all the way until I was nine years old.
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