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When I was young (~6) I was playing cowboys and indians with a scantily clad boy in the dirty dusty back streets of a middle eastern nation. We were having fun, and I can't remember if there was someone else. The bow and arrow sticks were just made of reeds, and a piece of string. The pointy parts of the arrow were bottle caps beat up by stones. We had made them.
Anyway, after playing for what seemed like hours or days (my memory is not well now) I accidentally got him with my arrow on his enlarged balls. He had rather enlarged balls for some reason. And as I mentioned it was the middle of summer, hot, dusty, and we weren't wearing much.
Well he bauled his eyes out as he cried to his mum.
Back in those days I hardly reached his mums hips, so don't remember much of her except she was slim, tall and had dark hair. When she heard what happened she came out yelling obscenities at me. I was a young boy, and also raised by fairly conservative religious parents so those words were rather novel, and also etched into my brain. Because these were in a foreign language and culture the translations were like "the one whom I shat in his mouth", and "cunt licker", and words to that effect.
So my mum heard the commotion and she came out. She and this woman had a bit of a street fight, and my next memory is in some court with some male judge, or police officer. I can't really remember too well. My *** was summonsed from his work, and the other woman must've had the hots or admiration of my ***, because she melted and suddenly changed and her words were less barbed, more apologetic in fact.
So the judge [or police officer] let off mum, and he said something sternly to me, and that was that.
My next memory is me persuading my ~ 3.5 year old sister to well perform some of the things that women had said to me. So my younger sister was completely clueless and admittedly so was I. I asked her to lay on the bed, and performed the cunt licking. I didn't do anything else, and actually knew nothing about sex.
Somehow my *** found out about it. Maybe my sister told mum, and so on. I don't know. Also that day my grandma and grandpa were also coming over from the village, so whilst we were all walking home *** was furious with me. He grabbed me by one of my arms and literally threw me over. My arm became dislocated and my grandma got mad at ***. *** was still upset but he didn't pursue any more. I do remember the words of beating me with a red hot glowing chain, which I distincly remember the visuals of, but don't remember if it actually happened.
Later my grandma took me to some other older woman who asked me to relax my arm, and she kind of playfully lifted it and dropped it, lifted it and dropped it, then suddenly yanked it down. It of course hurt to make me cry but my arm was ok again.
Next time was when I was ~ 11 and in Melbourne Australia.
I was a bit of a nerd, and well after school I used to go for walks in the park. There in the bushes I'd find scraps of porn, and used condoms, and even saw and met some grown men who were masturbating their cocks. I was fascinated!
Eventually I ended up going to the park often, and meating, err meeting men playing with their cocks. They also played with my cock, sucked my cock, let me play with their cock, let me fuck them in the mouth and in their arse, and some tried to fuck me in the arse. Man was that painful! So I didn't take it up the arse after that. But I enjoyed sucking cock, and having my belly played with, and fucking them and them sucking me.
It wasn't until I was ~ 20 or 21 that I had had enough and wanted to have fun with women. So I paid a prostitute to fuck with her. Man was that fucking good! Also in the same year I went to see a dominatrix, and she let me suck two of her girls cunts. I enjoyed that so much. But it was expensive back then.
I had been collecting scraps of porn, or given porn, or could literally walk into an adult bookshop in those days and nobody would say anything. I was ~ 13 by then, and I already had upper lip hair and probably looked adult enough too. Porno bookshop operators used to enjoy playing with me, or me playing with them. Some gave me magazines to take home, and some locked up the shop just to play with me without being disturbed.
But I also remember before the classification laws and all had come in you could literally walk into a news agency and see amongst the Womens Weekly and other normal magazines magazines about hard core sex. And I'm not just talking about Color Climax (spelled the American way), but other now illegal stuff including grown men buggering young girls, and contacts newspapers with men seeking parents with young boys. I remember I used to really badly pretend to be looking at OMNI magazine (or something like it) when in fact the back of my neck would be getting really hot with arousal as I saw the porn magazines to the left or to the right.
Older more matronly women knew what I was doing, and some got mad at the situation and walked out. I did not have the courage to take one of the mags to the counter then. But I was literally fixed in front of those mags.
Later on the government got it's act together and introduced legislation banning news agents to posses and sell such material, and only adult book stores could have them. And not long after that they banned the child porn. I recall seeing an ordinary newspaper article where a police officer was in a special room filld knee high with illegal porn magazines, and I used to think, give them to me lol. Well I was kinda young and horny too.
When I was in my 20's my social skills were still shit. And I just didn't have the patience to talk to attractive women. So my appetite for prostitutes increased.
I had also amassed a huge collection of porn at home. Also *** had kicked me out of home on account of I wasn't praying. I never believed in the shit, and only when I was ~ 20 did I blurt it out. He got mad and kicked me out.
But it was also that time I realised I noticed the skin tone difference and that I really liked seeing big thick dark brown cocks in skinny tall pale young beauties. So I think it was around then I sensed that I really loved the idea of being a cuckold. That would have been around ~ 82.
By the time I was in my 30's I was seeing couples, or single women, or single men. Also in my late 20's, early 30's I started dating girls too.
I mean I had crushes before that, but telling them about it, or dating them was a different ball game. And if they were hot and socially developed chances were that they already had much older boyfriends or lovers.
My first gf was a tall slim lebanese girl. Ok, she was almost skinny. She was on the Canberra soccer team, and she also had martial arts black belt. I was studying in Melbourne but for some reason I had gone to Sydney, and on my way back I stopped in canberra for a night. I booked a room in a hotel and met her at the hotel waiting rooms. Later that night we went to my room and fucked. The following day I met her sister, and ******, and after that I returned to Melbourne.
I thought that was over, but she dumped her then boyfriend and put all her belongings in her car and moved down to Melbourne to live with me.
That was ok with me but I was studying a Masters then so I didn't let it disturb me much. I mean, I let her cook and look for work, and of course we had sex every night. Sometimes it would go on for hours.
But after a month she was not having much success finding a job, so I asked her to go back to canberra, where she had a job. I mean, she had left that behind too. That's right I was 27 and she was 22. Well that made her cry and I felt bad, but what could I do? I thought it was the best advice.
About six months later I had to go up to Sydney again, and on the way back dropped into Canberra. I contacted her to see if she was available. She took me in. But she had changed. She was now living with a 40 year old man, and whilst we 'slept', okay fucked I knew that the relationship had changed. I later found out she married that guy, and when she was a kid her *** used her savings to put down a deposit on a flat. So she also had a flat. And she was a manager in a small company of her and her staff as cleaners. So she was doing well.
Meanwhile my studies in Melbourne continued, and I even got elected as Chairman in some Student representative capacity so I went to a lot of board and committee meetings and met and became acquaintanced with plenty of people then.
My love life, or sex life was still there, but it was no longer looking for scraps or porn in the bushes, sucking or being sucked by men. It was more often going to adult clubs to meet men and women, and then going to their homes for sex.
So meeting women was one thing, and then seeing the women in porn mags was a different thing. The men were beginning to piss me off too. Most of them were either stereotypically gay or effeminate (didn't appeal to me), or were pimping their gf's/wives to get guys. I remember one guy, he had made a woman pregnant, and she was kind of sub to him. Whilst the baby was sleeping in one of the rooms we watched an interracial porn video and eventually me and his wife (or partner) started fucking. I was there for hours and recall getting down to eat her (she was a young sexy slim pale woman) when he tried to fuck my arse. I at first thought he might know a few tricks to make me relax as he was applying some cold soothing creams, but when he stuck his cock in, and pushed, man was it painful! So I lost interest in the whole thing. He even offered to send his wife over to my place, on her own, for me to fuck, but I tried to be polite, but I had completely lost interest.
I think the third time someone tried to fuck me was when I saw a svelte tranny in Sydney. She had not too large breasts, really looked fucking amazing, and well worth the $250 I paid. I played with her gorgeous body for some time, then fucked her, and was still interested but she then wanted to fuck me. I thought the fantasies were great. I mean, the idea of getting fucked is such a turn on, but in practice it is just pain that kills every other desire. I told her to go slow, use her fingers, and cream and what not, but yep, pain again and I said I lost interest.
She called in a guy and then they decided to fuck while I watched, but my interest was gone. I dressed up and left.
In the decades following I went overseas, I met more women, social networks picked up, I had ~ 10 or 11 Failbook accounts, met a few young ladies from them too. So I went overseas to meet, err meat a few ladies. And some came to visit me. Back then I was in my late 40's, early 50's and I had relationships with women ranging in age from 22 to 54. Some almost next door, some overseas. I had a few of them come down to visit me too, and I drove them around the east coast while they were down here.
Unfortunately when I myself hit 54 I had a stroke, so going on from there (I'm 58 now), I think I should settle down, and make something of my now remaining limited life.
Anyway, after playing for what seemed like hours or days (my memory is not well now) I accidentally got him with my arrow on his enlarged balls. He had rather enlarged balls for some reason. And as I mentioned it was the middle of summer, hot, dusty, and we weren't wearing much.
Well he bauled his eyes out as he cried to his mum.
Back in those days I hardly reached his mums hips, so don't remember much of her except she was slim, tall and had dark hair. When she heard what happened she came out yelling obscenities at me. I was a young boy, and also raised by fairly conservative religious parents so those words were rather novel, and also etched into my brain. Because these were in a foreign language and culture the translations were like "the one whom I shat in his mouth", and "cunt licker", and words to that effect.
So my mum heard the commotion and she came out. She and this woman had a bit of a street fight, and my next memory is in some court with some male judge, or police officer. I can't really remember too well. My *** was summonsed from his work, and the other woman must've had the hots or admiration of my ***, because she melted and suddenly changed and her words were less barbed, more apologetic in fact.
So the judge [or police officer] let off mum, and he said something sternly to me, and that was that.
My next memory is me persuading my ~ 3.5 year old sister to well perform some of the things that women had said to me. So my younger sister was completely clueless and admittedly so was I. I asked her to lay on the bed, and performed the cunt licking. I didn't do anything else, and actually knew nothing about sex.
Somehow my *** found out about it. Maybe my sister told mum, and so on. I don't know. Also that day my grandma and grandpa were also coming over from the village, so whilst we were all walking home *** was furious with me. He grabbed me by one of my arms and literally threw me over. My arm became dislocated and my grandma got mad at ***. *** was still upset but he didn't pursue any more. I do remember the words of beating me with a red hot glowing chain, which I distincly remember the visuals of, but don't remember if it actually happened.
Later my grandma took me to some other older woman who asked me to relax my arm, and she kind of playfully lifted it and dropped it, lifted it and dropped it, then suddenly yanked it down. It of course hurt to make me cry but my arm was ok again.
Next time was when I was ~ 11 and in Melbourne Australia.
I was a bit of a nerd, and well after school I used to go for walks in the park. There in the bushes I'd find scraps of porn, and used condoms, and even saw and met some grown men who were masturbating their cocks. I was fascinated!
Eventually I ended up going to the park often, and meating, err meeting men playing with their cocks. They also played with my cock, sucked my cock, let me play with their cock, let me fuck them in the mouth and in their arse, and some tried to fuck me in the arse. Man was that painful! So I didn't take it up the arse after that. But I enjoyed sucking cock, and having my belly played with, and fucking them and them sucking me.
It wasn't until I was ~ 20 or 21 that I had had enough and wanted to have fun with women. So I paid a prostitute to fuck with her. Man was that fucking good! Also in the same year I went to see a dominatrix, and she let me suck two of her girls cunts. I enjoyed that so much. But it was expensive back then.
I had been collecting scraps of porn, or given porn, or could literally walk into an adult bookshop in those days and nobody would say anything. I was ~ 13 by then, and I already had upper lip hair and probably looked adult enough too. Porno bookshop operators used to enjoy playing with me, or me playing with them. Some gave me magazines to take home, and some locked up the shop just to play with me without being disturbed.
But I also remember before the classification laws and all had come in you could literally walk into a news agency and see amongst the Womens Weekly and other normal magazines magazines about hard core sex. And I'm not just talking about Color Climax (spelled the American way), but other now illegal stuff including grown men buggering young girls, and contacts newspapers with men seeking parents with young boys. I remember I used to really badly pretend to be looking at OMNI magazine (or something like it) when in fact the back of my neck would be getting really hot with arousal as I saw the porn magazines to the left or to the right.
Older more matronly women knew what I was doing, and some got mad at the situation and walked out. I did not have the courage to take one of the mags to the counter then. But I was literally fixed in front of those mags.
Later on the government got it's act together and introduced legislation banning news agents to posses and sell such material, and only adult book stores could have them. And not long after that they banned the child porn. I recall seeing an ordinary newspaper article where a police officer was in a special room filld knee high with illegal porn magazines, and I used to think, give them to me lol. Well I was kinda young and horny too.
When I was in my 20's my social skills were still shit. And I just didn't have the patience to talk to attractive women. So my appetite for prostitutes increased.
I had also amassed a huge collection of porn at home. Also *** had kicked me out of home on account of I wasn't praying. I never believed in the shit, and only when I was ~ 20 did I blurt it out. He got mad and kicked me out.
But it was also that time I realised I noticed the skin tone difference and that I really liked seeing big thick dark brown cocks in skinny tall pale young beauties. So I think it was around then I sensed that I really loved the idea of being a cuckold. That would have been around ~ 82.
By the time I was in my 30's I was seeing couples, or single women, or single men. Also in my late 20's, early 30's I started dating girls too.
I mean I had crushes before that, but telling them about it, or dating them was a different ball game. And if they were hot and socially developed chances were that they already had much older boyfriends or lovers.
My first gf was a tall slim lebanese girl. Ok, she was almost skinny. She was on the Canberra soccer team, and she also had martial arts black belt. I was studying in Melbourne but for some reason I had gone to Sydney, and on my way back I stopped in canberra for a night. I booked a room in a hotel and met her at the hotel waiting rooms. Later that night we went to my room and fucked. The following day I met her sister, and ******, and after that I returned to Melbourne.
I thought that was over, but she dumped her then boyfriend and put all her belongings in her car and moved down to Melbourne to live with me.
That was ok with me but I was studying a Masters then so I didn't let it disturb me much. I mean, I let her cook and look for work, and of course we had sex every night. Sometimes it would go on for hours.
But after a month she was not having much success finding a job, so I asked her to go back to canberra, where she had a job. I mean, she had left that behind too. That's right I was 27 and she was 22. Well that made her cry and I felt bad, but what could I do? I thought it was the best advice.
About six months later I had to go up to Sydney again, and on the way back dropped into Canberra. I contacted her to see if she was available. She took me in. But she had changed. She was now living with a 40 year old man, and whilst we 'slept', okay fucked I knew that the relationship had changed. I later found out she married that guy, and when she was a kid her *** used her savings to put down a deposit on a flat. So she also had a flat. And she was a manager in a small company of her and her staff as cleaners. So she was doing well.
Meanwhile my studies in Melbourne continued, and I even got elected as Chairman in some Student representative capacity so I went to a lot of board and committee meetings and met and became acquaintanced with plenty of people then.
My love life, or sex life was still there, but it was no longer looking for scraps or porn in the bushes, sucking or being sucked by men. It was more often going to adult clubs to meet men and women, and then going to their homes for sex.
So meeting women was one thing, and then seeing the women in porn mags was a different thing. The men were beginning to piss me off too. Most of them were either stereotypically gay or effeminate (didn't appeal to me), or were pimping their gf's/wives to get guys. I remember one guy, he had made a woman pregnant, and she was kind of sub to him. Whilst the baby was sleeping in one of the rooms we watched an interracial porn video and eventually me and his wife (or partner) started fucking. I was there for hours and recall getting down to eat her (she was a young sexy slim pale woman) when he tried to fuck my arse. I at first thought he might know a few tricks to make me relax as he was applying some cold soothing creams, but when he stuck his cock in, and pushed, man was it painful! So I lost interest in the whole thing. He even offered to send his wife over to my place, on her own, for me to fuck, but I tried to be polite, but I had completely lost interest.
I think the third time someone tried to fuck me was when I saw a svelte tranny in Sydney. She had not too large breasts, really looked fucking amazing, and well worth the $250 I paid. I played with her gorgeous body for some time, then fucked her, and was still interested but she then wanted to fuck me. I thought the fantasies were great. I mean, the idea of getting fucked is such a turn on, but in practice it is just pain that kills every other desire. I told her to go slow, use her fingers, and cream and what not, but yep, pain again and I said I lost interest.
She called in a guy and then they decided to fuck while I watched, but my interest was gone. I dressed up and left.
In the decades following I went overseas, I met more women, social networks picked up, I had ~ 10 or 11 Failbook accounts, met a few young ladies from them too. So I went overseas to meet, err meat a few ladies. And some came to visit me. Back then I was in my late 40's, early 50's and I had relationships with women ranging in age from 22 to 54. Some almost next door, some overseas. I had a few of them come down to visit me too, and I drove them around the east coast while they were down here.
Unfortunately when I myself hit 54 I had a stroke, so going on from there (I'm 58 now), I think I should settle down, and make something of my now remaining limited life.