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1. It Had To Start Somewhere free porn video
Being a k.id in Brisbane in the fifties and sixties was so very different to what it is now for the younger generations. Yes, dear reader, I know, every generation says that. It was before computers, before smart phones, or even mobile phones. If you wanted to communicate with your mate you’d jump on your bicycle and ride ‘round to their place. You couldn’t just google things, and access to information was nowhere near as easy as it is now.
Hindsight gives a very different view, and now Dom can look back at his earlier life and see how so much more of it makes sense and falls into place. He had two distinct obstacles to contend with, but he had no knowledge of either. Much later in life he was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome. For those who don’t know, this is a form of autism and as such it affects the way he expresses emotions and interacts with others, making him socially awkward, to put it mildly. Throughout his c.hildhood tantrums and meltdowns were commonplace until he became mature enough to start to control his impulses and force his behaviour to be more socially acceptable.
The other thing was that he had a choad. That was a term he hadn’t heard of for most of his life, but apparently it is a derogatory term for a penis that is twice as wide as it is long. Others might call it a micropenis. It is said to be a birth defect, and birth defects involving hormone problems tend to run in families. Dom’s extended family had a string of hormone strangenesses running randomly through it, as he found out later, and so in hindsight it made sense.
As a c.hild, Dom was very often touching his genitals through his clothing. He was seemingly always in trouble for it but it was something he just couldn’t help. Unless he was either fully occupied or consciously thinking about keeping hands away, they would always gravitate back there. It was a comfort thing. Everyone has an internal monologue – you talk to yourself. Dom’s wasn’t just a simple thought process so much as a constant full blast high speed bombardment of monologue such that it was often hard for even him to keep up with it. Touching himself like he did seemed to be comforting to the extent that it slowed down the bombardment to a rate that was far more easily dealt with. But how does a c.hild come close to understanding that himself, let alone explaining it to the adults who were wanting him to stop?
He was aware of sex. He thought he knew the theory, roughly understood the biology and mechanisms involved in reproduction, but really knew little of the details, and nothing of the feelings, emotions or urges that drive it all. He’d been taught that sex was something that only happened within marriage, and so it was something he wouldn’t have to worry about for the longest time. He’d been having erections, typically every morning when he woke up, and then randomly through the day, for at least a few years. His body had changed and he’d started growing pubic hair, underarm hair, and even had the first signs of thickening fuzz on parts of his face which he had hoped would soon magically transform itself into an awesome beard and mustache. His body had started to become a little more muscular, his balls had grown remarkably, but his penis had grown in width but not really at all in length. He’d seen others in the change rooms at the pool and even caught glances in the toilets, and was very aware of how much longer everyone else’s seemed to be, but still held out hope of it growing sometime really soon.
One day four things happened and seemingly everything was going to be changed forever for Dom.
Firstly, his dad drove the family to the beach. On the way there they stopped for petrol. Dom was bored and sick of sitting down still for so long and so with permission he got out of the car and walked over to the side of the petrol station. From there he could see right up close the cattle in the paddock next door. Most were grazing peacefully, but two of the closest ones seemed to be all agitated – then it happened. Dom had assumed they were all cows at first, but one was presumably a bull because it had mounted up on the rear of another and was thrusting away for a short while. When it got off, Dom was amazed to see the penis on the bull must have been even bigger than his entire arm. The bull just sort of wandered off among the other a.nima.ls but the cow was left standing almost motionless for maybe the next minute, with its tail sort of out of the way, and he had a clear view of its opening, which was slowly oozing bits of liquid.
At that point his father called him back. They were ready to go again. Dom was to continue to think about what he’d seen for quite some time. He knew it was obviously cow sex, but why did he have an erection, and why did it make him feel so ….. ? He didn’t know what it was he felt, but it was weird. He also figured that what he’d seen was something that he’d be in trouble for talking about in the car with his mother, father, older brother, and younger sister all there. The remainder of the trip was in silence for Dom, but during that time he’d convinced himself that the continuing erection must have been because he needed to pee.
He was so glad that when they got to the beach his father had parked right near the toilets. That soon turned to quiet desperation when he discovered that the toilets were closed and locked. Fortunately they were all about to go swimming and so as quickly as he reasonably could, Dom went into the sea but was kind of surprised that when he did finally get to pee, only a small amount came out and there shouldn’t have been any urgency for that. Fortunately his thoughts had temporarily moved onto other things. He really didn’t want to be there in the sea any more, so he went and sat on a log near the car.
That’s when the second thing happened.
An older girl in a bikini walked past, right in front of him. There wasn’t really anything unusual about that, until she walked back towards him very shortly afterwards. She stopped right in front of him and asked if he knew of any other toilets in the area. Dom replied that he wasn’t from around there and had no idea where any other toilets were, but as she had turned and was walking away Dom noticed that there was a very distinct wet patch right between her legs that he didn’t think was there before. He watched intently as she headed more or less directly down the beach and into the sea, presumably to do her business where nobody could really tell, much like he’d done not too much earlier. What he couldn’t come to grips with though, was why did thinking about some random older girl needing to pee make him feel like that again, and why did he have an erection again? For some reason his erection seemed harder to ignore than usual. You could also shorten that sentence and say “For some reason his erection seemed harder” and that would also be true.
The rest of the day at the beach, and the trip home was pretty much lost to Dom. Both thinking about what he’d seen, and trying to ignore a series of erections which had become very distracting, was taking most of his attention. He was glad to be home and able to shower and change and after tea he felt like things were more normal, and he was much more comfortable back in familiar surroundings. He still felt emotionally drained and after tea just went out on the back deck to quietly read a book in peace. He’d decided that even reading was too taxing, and so had turned off the outside light and was just sitting in the dark looking out at the night sky, trying not to think about anything.
That’s when the third thing happened.
The deck of the house next door on the downhill side was well below where Dom was, and when that family group came out and turned the lights on he could clearly see and hear everything that was going on there. Some of them had presumably been at the beach or pool because about half of them were wearing swimwear. Most appeared to be drinking, and from the sounds of the conversations, at least some of them were already well on the way to being drunk. The two people closest to Dom and most easily seen were one of the daughters who lived there, most probably in her late teens or early twenties, and what seemed to be her boyfriend. As the evening progressed she had moved from her seat and was sitting on his knee.
They were arranged in such a way that he had his knees apart, and she was sitting sort of sideways on one of his knees, with her knees between both of his. She would have had her back to most of the others except she had sort of half turned to the front, and then lay back against his chest. Dom didn’t notice it at first, but when he did see it he assumed it had been going on for a while but had just been very discreet. The boyfriend’s left arm, which was closest to the group was openly holding her waist, but his right hand which was presumably out of sight to the rest of them, but visible to Dom, was moving in small circles very low on her stomach, and her right hand which was also hidden from the group disappeared between her right leg and his groin, and appeared to be making small movements.
As time went on some of the group went back inside, just leaving those two and another couple out there talking. The conversation got a whole lot quieter, since there seemed to be no need for any raised voices, but it still got far more interesting for Dom. Over time and with no obvious big single movement she had gradually moved her knees further and further apart. He had also moved his hand lower and was now cupping, holding, and massaging right between her legs. She was also slightly rocking back and forwards as if in time with his hand movements. Her right hand was also now moving much more noticeably in his groin area. Dom had never seen or even imagined the possibility of anything like that. He’d seen older couples having a kiss and cuddle, but this was something so far removed from that. Ever since he’d first noticed he couldn’t take his eyes away from them. It was stirring something within him, something familiar in as much as it had been disturbing him on and off all day, and yet it was still something strange and unknown. And why was that erection back again? He couldn’t remember a time when that had been so frequent, or disturbing.
The other couple got up and went inside, leaving the girl and her boyfriend to themselves. Nothing changed for a short while. They had just continued as they were but then she started to rock more noticeably, and her knees started to move rhythmically in and out, and his hand motions got more pronounced. All of a sudden she put her left hand over her mouth, leaned forward, and put her knees much closer together, apparently trapping his hand and seemed to be jerking around a bit. Then they sat still for a while before they got up to go inside. That’s when Dom saw for a brief moment what looked like the outline of the biggest penis he’d ever seen (well the biggest human one anyway). He was wearing high waisted speedos, and the penis was flat against his stomach, and appeared to go all the way up to the waistband, and seemed to be straining to get out. Furthermore there appeared to be a distinct wet spot, maybe the size of a twenty cent piece, right at the tip of it.
Dom was struggling to process what he’d seen. It wasn’t sex, but it sure seemed to be related to something like that. It was clearly using the sex bits. It left him excited, disturbed, breathless, feeling some sort of emotion that he couldn’t even recognise, and also with some sort of longing to be doing something like that too. He’d never actually thought about touching a girl, well not like that anyway. He’d seen his younger sister naked quite some years earlier, and there really wasn’t anything to see. He’d heard other boys at school talking about such things, but somehow had never thought it would involve him. Now his brain was filled with images and ideas, but he really didn’t know how to act on any of it.
Time was getting away. He’d been out there in the dark for hours, and it was well past his normal bed time, and so he decided to just pack it all in for the day, try to forget about it all and then see what he thought about it all in the morning. Of course, that simply didn’t work. His erection simply refused to be ignored, and the more it bugged him, the more he thought about all the things he’d seen that day, interwoven with all sorts of thoughts about how he could be involved. His still flawed logic told him that he should pee and then it would all go away. It always did in the past. He got up and went to the bathroom.
That’s when the fourth thing happened.
He tried to pee but nothing came out. He was sort of disturbed and even a bit worried about all these erections and decided to pull his shorts and underpants down and inspected himself, firstly from what he could see, and then in the mirror. For a fleeting moment he was pleased with what he saw. He’d never seen his own penis this big before. It must have been over an inch long. Maybe it was the start of it growing, but then just as quickly as that thought came it was overtaken by the huge size of what he thought he’d seen just a while earlier. Was he seeing things or did penises really get that big? Would he ever have a girlfriend, and if so would he ever be able to touch her like that? What did an adult vulva even look like? He’d heard that they were hairy, but he somehow couldn’t really imagine. What was going on with hie penis? It was like it was wanting something – needing something.
He cupped his balls and thought they felt bigger too, but somehow just the act of doing that felt good. He moved them around slightly in his hand and it felt really good. In doing that he’d brushed his penis with his wrist and thought it felt amazing. It sort of jerked. He couldn’t see the movement, but he felt movement in the muscles, or somewhere. He put the palm of his hand over it and rubbed gently in a circle. Something was wrong. He could feel his balls sort of tensing and pulling up, and he was breathless. He felt a strange single spasm somewhere deep within. It scared him. It was sort of like the spasms you get just before you vomit, only it was something different. There was a weird feeling that something inevitable was about to happen, but what? Was he sick? Was he dying?
He kept perfectly still for a while and some of the intensity seemed to subside, but he was still really breathless, and the longer he waited, the more he felt like his penis was screaming for attention, but what sort of attention? He didn’t know why, but he held it between his thumb and forefinger, and sort of massaged it. It felt really good, and even briefly allowed him to relax, but then it all came crashing back again. He could feel his balls tightening, and that strange almost sick feeling at the base of his stomach, and then there was another of those spasms, followed by another, but this time the second spasm brought forth a squirt of hot white gooey stuff, that went straight into the palm of his hand, followed by four or five more that went all over the floor.
He was left standing but shaky. He was gasping for breath, and trembling. As the feelings subsided he still wasn’t really sure what had just happened. He was stunned, and shocked, thinking that he may even be lucky to still be alive. Had he done himself an injury? This couldn’t possibly be in any way normal.
As a little more time passed and he had a chance to assess himself more, he decided that there didn’t seem to be any lasting damage, and once over the surprise of it all, it actually felt good. But what was it? Is that what the cow felt like this morning? Is that what the bull felt like? The cow seemed to be more stunned, but why? Did anything like this ever happen to the girl from down the back, or her boyfriend? Did it ever happen to anybody, or is it just me?
Dom had more questions than I can even start to write here, and no answers, but his story had to start somewhere.
Hindsight gives a very different view, and now Dom can look back at his earlier life and see how so much more of it makes sense and falls into place. He had two distinct obstacles to contend with, but he had no knowledge of either. Much later in life he was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome. For those who don’t know, this is a form of autism and as such it affects the way he expresses emotions and interacts with others, making him socially awkward, to put it mildly. Throughout his c.hildhood tantrums and meltdowns were commonplace until he became mature enough to start to control his impulses and force his behaviour to be more socially acceptable.
The other thing was that he had a choad. That was a term he hadn’t heard of for most of his life, but apparently it is a derogatory term for a penis that is twice as wide as it is long. Others might call it a micropenis. It is said to be a birth defect, and birth defects involving hormone problems tend to run in families. Dom’s extended family had a string of hormone strangenesses running randomly through it, as he found out later, and so in hindsight it made sense.
As a c.hild, Dom was very often touching his genitals through his clothing. He was seemingly always in trouble for it but it was something he just couldn’t help. Unless he was either fully occupied or consciously thinking about keeping hands away, they would always gravitate back there. It was a comfort thing. Everyone has an internal monologue – you talk to yourself. Dom’s wasn’t just a simple thought process so much as a constant full blast high speed bombardment of monologue such that it was often hard for even him to keep up with it. Touching himself like he did seemed to be comforting to the extent that it slowed down the bombardment to a rate that was far more easily dealt with. But how does a c.hild come close to understanding that himself, let alone explaining it to the adults who were wanting him to stop?
He was aware of sex. He thought he knew the theory, roughly understood the biology and mechanisms involved in reproduction, but really knew little of the details, and nothing of the feelings, emotions or urges that drive it all. He’d been taught that sex was something that only happened within marriage, and so it was something he wouldn’t have to worry about for the longest time. He’d been having erections, typically every morning when he woke up, and then randomly through the day, for at least a few years. His body had changed and he’d started growing pubic hair, underarm hair, and even had the first signs of thickening fuzz on parts of his face which he had hoped would soon magically transform itself into an awesome beard and mustache. His body had started to become a little more muscular, his balls had grown remarkably, but his penis had grown in width but not really at all in length. He’d seen others in the change rooms at the pool and even caught glances in the toilets, and was very aware of how much longer everyone else’s seemed to be, but still held out hope of it growing sometime really soon.
One day four things happened and seemingly everything was going to be changed forever for Dom.
Firstly, his dad drove the family to the beach. On the way there they stopped for petrol. Dom was bored and sick of sitting down still for so long and so with permission he got out of the car and walked over to the side of the petrol station. From there he could see right up close the cattle in the paddock next door. Most were grazing peacefully, but two of the closest ones seemed to be all agitated – then it happened. Dom had assumed they were all cows at first, but one was presumably a bull because it had mounted up on the rear of another and was thrusting away for a short while. When it got off, Dom was amazed to see the penis on the bull must have been even bigger than his entire arm. The bull just sort of wandered off among the other a.nima.ls but the cow was left standing almost motionless for maybe the next minute, with its tail sort of out of the way, and he had a clear view of its opening, which was slowly oozing bits of liquid.
At that point his father called him back. They were ready to go again. Dom was to continue to think about what he’d seen for quite some time. He knew it was obviously cow sex, but why did he have an erection, and why did it make him feel so ….. ? He didn’t know what it was he felt, but it was weird. He also figured that what he’d seen was something that he’d be in trouble for talking about in the car with his mother, father, older brother, and younger sister all there. The remainder of the trip was in silence for Dom, but during that time he’d convinced himself that the continuing erection must have been because he needed to pee.
He was so glad that when they got to the beach his father had parked right near the toilets. That soon turned to quiet desperation when he discovered that the toilets were closed and locked. Fortunately they were all about to go swimming and so as quickly as he reasonably could, Dom went into the sea but was kind of surprised that when he did finally get to pee, only a small amount came out and there shouldn’t have been any urgency for that. Fortunately his thoughts had temporarily moved onto other things. He really didn’t want to be there in the sea any more, so he went and sat on a log near the car.
That’s when the second thing happened.
An older girl in a bikini walked past, right in front of him. There wasn’t really anything unusual about that, until she walked back towards him very shortly afterwards. She stopped right in front of him and asked if he knew of any other toilets in the area. Dom replied that he wasn’t from around there and had no idea where any other toilets were, but as she had turned and was walking away Dom noticed that there was a very distinct wet patch right between her legs that he didn’t think was there before. He watched intently as she headed more or less directly down the beach and into the sea, presumably to do her business where nobody could really tell, much like he’d done not too much earlier. What he couldn’t come to grips with though, was why did thinking about some random older girl needing to pee make him feel like that again, and why did he have an erection again? For some reason his erection seemed harder to ignore than usual. You could also shorten that sentence and say “For some reason his erection seemed harder” and that would also be true.
The rest of the day at the beach, and the trip home was pretty much lost to Dom. Both thinking about what he’d seen, and trying to ignore a series of erections which had become very distracting, was taking most of his attention. He was glad to be home and able to shower and change and after tea he felt like things were more normal, and he was much more comfortable back in familiar surroundings. He still felt emotionally drained and after tea just went out on the back deck to quietly read a book in peace. He’d decided that even reading was too taxing, and so had turned off the outside light and was just sitting in the dark looking out at the night sky, trying not to think about anything.
That’s when the third thing happened.
The deck of the house next door on the downhill side was well below where Dom was, and when that family group came out and turned the lights on he could clearly see and hear everything that was going on there. Some of them had presumably been at the beach or pool because about half of them were wearing swimwear. Most appeared to be drinking, and from the sounds of the conversations, at least some of them were already well on the way to being drunk. The two people closest to Dom and most easily seen were one of the daughters who lived there, most probably in her late teens or early twenties, and what seemed to be her boyfriend. As the evening progressed she had moved from her seat and was sitting on his knee.
They were arranged in such a way that he had his knees apart, and she was sitting sort of sideways on one of his knees, with her knees between both of his. She would have had her back to most of the others except she had sort of half turned to the front, and then lay back against his chest. Dom didn’t notice it at first, but when he did see it he assumed it had been going on for a while but had just been very discreet. The boyfriend’s left arm, which was closest to the group was openly holding her waist, but his right hand which was presumably out of sight to the rest of them, but visible to Dom, was moving in small circles very low on her stomach, and her right hand which was also hidden from the group disappeared between her right leg and his groin, and appeared to be making small movements.
As time went on some of the group went back inside, just leaving those two and another couple out there talking. The conversation got a whole lot quieter, since there seemed to be no need for any raised voices, but it still got far more interesting for Dom. Over time and with no obvious big single movement she had gradually moved her knees further and further apart. He had also moved his hand lower and was now cupping, holding, and massaging right between her legs. She was also slightly rocking back and forwards as if in time with his hand movements. Her right hand was also now moving much more noticeably in his groin area. Dom had never seen or even imagined the possibility of anything like that. He’d seen older couples having a kiss and cuddle, but this was something so far removed from that. Ever since he’d first noticed he couldn’t take his eyes away from them. It was stirring something within him, something familiar in as much as it had been disturbing him on and off all day, and yet it was still something strange and unknown. And why was that erection back again? He couldn’t remember a time when that had been so frequent, or disturbing.
The other couple got up and went inside, leaving the girl and her boyfriend to themselves. Nothing changed for a short while. They had just continued as they were but then she started to rock more noticeably, and her knees started to move rhythmically in and out, and his hand motions got more pronounced. All of a sudden she put her left hand over her mouth, leaned forward, and put her knees much closer together, apparently trapping his hand and seemed to be jerking around a bit. Then they sat still for a while before they got up to go inside. That’s when Dom saw for a brief moment what looked like the outline of the biggest penis he’d ever seen (well the biggest human one anyway). He was wearing high waisted speedos, and the penis was flat against his stomach, and appeared to go all the way up to the waistband, and seemed to be straining to get out. Furthermore there appeared to be a distinct wet spot, maybe the size of a twenty cent piece, right at the tip of it.
Dom was struggling to process what he’d seen. It wasn’t sex, but it sure seemed to be related to something like that. It was clearly using the sex bits. It left him excited, disturbed, breathless, feeling some sort of emotion that he couldn’t even recognise, and also with some sort of longing to be doing something like that too. He’d never actually thought about touching a girl, well not like that anyway. He’d seen his younger sister naked quite some years earlier, and there really wasn’t anything to see. He’d heard other boys at school talking about such things, but somehow had never thought it would involve him. Now his brain was filled with images and ideas, but he really didn’t know how to act on any of it.
Time was getting away. He’d been out there in the dark for hours, and it was well past his normal bed time, and so he decided to just pack it all in for the day, try to forget about it all and then see what he thought about it all in the morning. Of course, that simply didn’t work. His erection simply refused to be ignored, and the more it bugged him, the more he thought about all the things he’d seen that day, interwoven with all sorts of thoughts about how he could be involved. His still flawed logic told him that he should pee and then it would all go away. It always did in the past. He got up and went to the bathroom.
That’s when the fourth thing happened.
He tried to pee but nothing came out. He was sort of disturbed and even a bit worried about all these erections and decided to pull his shorts and underpants down and inspected himself, firstly from what he could see, and then in the mirror. For a fleeting moment he was pleased with what he saw. He’d never seen his own penis this big before. It must have been over an inch long. Maybe it was the start of it growing, but then just as quickly as that thought came it was overtaken by the huge size of what he thought he’d seen just a while earlier. Was he seeing things or did penises really get that big? Would he ever have a girlfriend, and if so would he ever be able to touch her like that? What did an adult vulva even look like? He’d heard that they were hairy, but he somehow couldn’t really imagine. What was going on with hie penis? It was like it was wanting something – needing something.
He cupped his balls and thought they felt bigger too, but somehow just the act of doing that felt good. He moved them around slightly in his hand and it felt really good. In doing that he’d brushed his penis with his wrist and thought it felt amazing. It sort of jerked. He couldn’t see the movement, but he felt movement in the muscles, or somewhere. He put the palm of his hand over it and rubbed gently in a circle. Something was wrong. He could feel his balls sort of tensing and pulling up, and he was breathless. He felt a strange single spasm somewhere deep within. It scared him. It was sort of like the spasms you get just before you vomit, only it was something different. There was a weird feeling that something inevitable was about to happen, but what? Was he sick? Was he dying?
He kept perfectly still for a while and some of the intensity seemed to subside, but he was still really breathless, and the longer he waited, the more he felt like his penis was screaming for attention, but what sort of attention? He didn’t know why, but he held it between his thumb and forefinger, and sort of massaged it. It felt really good, and even briefly allowed him to relax, but then it all came crashing back again. He could feel his balls tightening, and that strange almost sick feeling at the base of his stomach, and then there was another of those spasms, followed by another, but this time the second spasm brought forth a squirt of hot white gooey stuff, that went straight into the palm of his hand, followed by four or five more that went all over the floor.
He was left standing but shaky. He was gasping for breath, and trembling. As the feelings subsided he still wasn’t really sure what had just happened. He was stunned, and shocked, thinking that he may even be lucky to still be alive. Had he done himself an injury? This couldn’t possibly be in any way normal.
As a little more time passed and he had a chance to assess himself more, he decided that there didn’t seem to be any lasting damage, and once over the surprise of it all, it actually felt good. But what was it? Is that what the cow felt like this morning? Is that what the bull felt like? The cow seemed to be more stunned, but why? Did anything like this ever happen to the girl from down the back, or her boyfriend? Did it ever happen to anybody, or is it just me?
Dom had more questions than I can even start to write here, and no answers, but his story had to start somewhere.
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