Spirit_of_Hicks
01-22-2005, 09:20 AM
come on.... don't be shy - you know you've done it... the unknown allure, the fear, the excitement... picture the scene if you will...
your 14 yrs old, you've always known that m&d (mum and dad) have had their problems in life, occasionally interspersed with nocturnal rutting noises that plagued your soul, the odd cry from the dead of night....a sound, a word, a phrase... "i've got a testicle caught in my pants" was the very first 'clear' sexual utterance if i remember... (i prayed it was my father saying that!)
since that day, at school or wherever i put pen to paper i had problems spelling sexual words like, spunkathon and clithammer, it was then i knew i had a problem.
one boring cosy early 80's afternoon, i found myself alone in the house with only a tv and an erection for company, after a while playing and fumbling, watching a virginal multicoloured smegma ooze forth out of a tiny little grey hole, i decided tv wasn't for me.....instead lets go see what all this wank business was about... so i did, i shot upstairs (not litterally) and within a few moments found myself in a highly charged, sweaty unknown realm of sexual adventure and excitement... i was in my parents room.
you wouldn't believe the things i found, porno mags, sexual devices, used crusty undercrackers... i quicky swept all that stuff off the bed, and made my way to my mums secret drawer, i knew it was secret because i heard them talking about it once... and there once opened i found a pair of silky open crotch panties which strangely enough seemed familer to me... i picked them up, held them upto the light... i was excited but i didn't know why... before you could say "pre-pubesant sexual investigation" i was wearing said garment.... only for a second, but to me seemed like a lifetime...
then the horror... in a passing moment, nural pathways previously closed off to my child like mind were being opened up at a geometric rate, colours, sounds... what was going on? - it was simple... in the blinking of an eye my body was starting to react to a hitherto unknown phenomenon known as "f**k your mums just come in through the door, your a 14yr old boy in yer mums bedroom wearing her knickers and shes.... comming....up...the...stairs!!!!"
it was a fight or flight situation... i had to think on my feet in my knickers, for some unknown reason my mother was back home early and she was appraching from the south east (upwards) very quickly, i had to make a snap desision... i had about 5 seconds to remove the panties from my person and have not only a valid excuse ready but a plausable one to boot.
5.... shes in the house, i'm in panties....
4.... shes on the landing... panties removed and in drawer.
3.... she spots a dangerous dust configeration on some plastic flowers and attends to them... i'm still semi naked wishing i was adopted.
2.... she approaches the bedroom door and turns the handle....and
1.... "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
with my trousers around my ankles and my pants up, i did'nt quite make it... the only think that entered my mind was the well known phrase or saying "mother... i think i've shit myself!" (i almost did) luckily for me a few days prior to my masturbatory tour of my parents bedroom i'd suffered badly with diarrhea...
with a worried look on my face, my mother congratulated me for being so bold in shareing this information with her, it's this boldness which remains today that allows me to share this story with you good folks.
soon enough the fear was gone, all was well... after that i only went into my parents bedroom for brief moments, the open-crotch moments had gone from my system, i realised from that day i'd become a man... i knew who i was and wasn't affriad of being trapped in lifts with strangers... because i had a secret, a terrorfying secret which gave me an aloofness and a cheeky charm which endeared all who met me... with a wry smile on my face throughout my teen years i was never again affraid to experiment sexually, even the elusive orgsmn, sorry orgamn...bugger lets spell this again...orgasm was my warm comfy pal that just would'nt say no.
-Hicks
your 14 yrs old, you've always known that m&d (mum and dad) have had their problems in life, occasionally interspersed with nocturnal rutting noises that plagued your soul, the odd cry from the dead of night....a sound, a word, a phrase... "i've got a testicle caught in my pants" was the very first 'clear' sexual utterance if i remember... (i prayed it was my father saying that!)
since that day, at school or wherever i put pen to paper i had problems spelling sexual words like, spunkathon and clithammer, it was then i knew i had a problem.
one boring cosy early 80's afternoon, i found myself alone in the house with only a tv and an erection for company, after a while playing and fumbling, watching a virginal multicoloured smegma ooze forth out of a tiny little grey hole, i decided tv wasn't for me.....instead lets go see what all this wank business was about... so i did, i shot upstairs (not litterally) and within a few moments found myself in a highly charged, sweaty unknown realm of sexual adventure and excitement... i was in my parents room.
you wouldn't believe the things i found, porno mags, sexual devices, used crusty undercrackers... i quicky swept all that stuff off the bed, and made my way to my mums secret drawer, i knew it was secret because i heard them talking about it once... and there once opened i found a pair of silky open crotch panties which strangely enough seemed familer to me... i picked them up, held them upto the light... i was excited but i didn't know why... before you could say "pre-pubesant sexual investigation" i was wearing said garment.... only for a second, but to me seemed like a lifetime...
then the horror... in a passing moment, nural pathways previously closed off to my child like mind were being opened up at a geometric rate, colours, sounds... what was going on? - it was simple... in the blinking of an eye my body was starting to react to a hitherto unknown phenomenon known as "f**k your mums just come in through the door, your a 14yr old boy in yer mums bedroom wearing her knickers and shes.... comming....up...the...stairs!!!!"
it was a fight or flight situation... i had to think on my feet in my knickers, for some unknown reason my mother was back home early and she was appraching from the south east (upwards) very quickly, i had to make a snap desision... i had about 5 seconds to remove the panties from my person and have not only a valid excuse ready but a plausable one to boot.
5.... shes in the house, i'm in panties....
4.... shes on the landing... panties removed and in drawer.
3.... she spots a dangerous dust configeration on some plastic flowers and attends to them... i'm still semi naked wishing i was adopted.
2.... she approaches the bedroom door and turns the handle....and
1.... "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
with my trousers around my ankles and my pants up, i did'nt quite make it... the only think that entered my mind was the well known phrase or saying "mother... i think i've shit myself!" (i almost did) luckily for me a few days prior to my masturbatory tour of my parents bedroom i'd suffered badly with diarrhea...
with a worried look on my face, my mother congratulated me for being so bold in shareing this information with her, it's this boldness which remains today that allows me to share this story with you good folks.
soon enough the fear was gone, all was well... after that i only went into my parents bedroom for brief moments, the open-crotch moments had gone from my system, i realised from that day i'd become a man... i knew who i was and wasn't affriad of being trapped in lifts with strangers... because i had a secret, a terrorfying secret which gave me an aloofness and a cheeky charm which endeared all who met me... with a wry smile on my face throughout my teen years i was never again affraid to experiment sexually, even the elusive orgsmn, sorry orgamn...bugger lets spell this again...orgasm was my warm comfy pal that just would'nt say no.
-Hicks