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From: billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com (bill johnson)
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Subject: {ASSM} Tim and John, part 2 (b/t, mast )
Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2001 07:10:05 -0500
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I have "blanked out" the "questionable terms", not because I am afraid
of offending, but because I think it makes it more fun to try to "fill
in the blanks."
See if you can figure it out. 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations and a side story about an older teen
boy in a sexual situation with a preteen boy
Have fun.

Part 2

My ______ had been hard before, of course.  Every little boy gets a
hard ______ at times, but this time I had this excitement that went
with it.  I wanted to show it to somebody.  I wanted attention, I
guess.

I know that you people who are reading this story are trying to figure
out how a 13 year old boy in this day and age could be undeveloped and
so ignorant about sex stuff.  I knew about ______-ing.  I knew the
difference between a boy and a girl.  One time my Mom babysat a little
2 year old girl, and when she changed her diaper I asked what happened
to her ______.  She told me to ask my Dad when he got home.  I did. 
He turned all red and got kind of mad.  He just told me that girls and
boys are different, that girls don't have, as he said, "a thing like
boys have, they have a slit. That's the way they are made."  That's
when I learned the difference.
Then a friend told me one time after that that when a boy sticks his
______ into the girl's ______, then they are ______-ing.  OK, I
thought, why would anybody want to do that?  It sounded gross, but I
was only 9 or 10 at the time.  I learned a lot that year.

I was always embarrassed about being naked in front of other people. 
My mom stopped bathing me at 4.  On my 5th birthday she said, you are
now 5 and old enough to take your own bath.  You shouldn't let other
people see you naked, not even your mom.  When she was taking me to my
Kindergarten physical, she said, "The doctor is going to have to take
down your pants and check you down below.  It is OK."  She said that
she would look the other way when he did that, so I wouldn't be
embarrassed.  I was real embarrassed, though, because the doctor
checked out my ______ and felt my ______s.  I told her in the car that
I was embarrassed, and she said, "I know, honey.  I didn't look, but
the doctor had to check you to make sure you don't have a `herneea'",
(whatever that is).  I didn't ask, because I didn't want to know.

I was always shy about being naked, and tried to be careful nobody saw
me.  As far as I know only the doctor had seen me since I was 5.  We
don't dress out or shower in P.E. (thank goodness!)  Now John had seen
me.  Also, there was Frank.

I  don't understand it all.  Frank was an older neighborhood boy in
the 9th grade.  I was in the 4th.  I remember because it was my last
year in grade school (our middle school starts in the 5th.)  So I was
9.  Frank must have been 15.  My mom had to go to a meeting one
afternoon and couldn't find anybody to stay with me, so she called
Frank's mom and asked if Frank could stay with me for a few hours.  It
was a Saturday afternoon in the spring.  He came over.

Mom left and he watched her from the window as she backed out of the
driveway and drove out of sight.  He said, "Are you a boy or a girl?"

"What are you talking about?"

 He said," I need to be sure you are a boy, and not a girl.  I can't
tell."

"Don't I look like a boy?"

"Yeah, but you could be a girl with a short haircut and dressed  in
boy's clothes."

"I ain't a girl!"

"I need to see proof,  because I will be pissed if I find out that you
are a girl.  I don't like to be tricked."

I got kinda scared.  He was a big kid, and I was just a little boy.  I
said, "I have a ______, and girls don't."

"OK. I know what to do.  You show me your ______, then I'll know, and
I won't get pissed."

I didn't want to show it to him, but I didn't want him to be pissed. 
He was being kinda scary.  I said,  "OK.  I'll pull down my pants, but
not here in the front room.  Somebody might be looking in the
windows."

"Let's go in the bathroom, then.  I need to be sure you ain't a girl."

I was hesitant, but I was scared.  We went into the bathroom and, at
my insistence, he shut and locked the door.  He told me to stand in
the bathtub and closed the shower curtain.  He told me to take off all
my clothes and hand them out to him.  I did.  I was standing there in
the bathtub all naked with the shower curtain closed and he said, "OK.
Now I'll look in and check you out."  He pulled a little opening in
the side of the curtain.  All I could see was his face.  It looked
like he was on his knees.  He told me to stay put but slowly turn
around in circles.  He said, "Yeah, you are a boy!  Yeah, yeah."  He
was acting weird.

I said, "What are you doing?"

"You just stay put right where you are and pull on your ______ for me.
 Don't even think of coming out of there or else I will hide your
clothes."  He had me there, because he had my clothes.  I don't know
what he was doing on the other side of that curtain, but all I could
see was his face. I pulled on my ______ some.   Then he said, "That
MIGHT be a fake ______.  I need to check it to make sure it is real. 
Put your hands over your head and walk closer to me so I can check it.
 He was breathing funny.  He reached his hand through the side of the
curtain and felt it.  He ran his fingers all over the tiny thing and
felt my little  ______ sack.  Gosh, I was so uncomfortable!  He just
said, "Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeahyeahyeahyeah!"

I said, "What are you doing out there?"

He said, "Shut up!  Here are your clothes, get dressed, but don't come
out until I tell you to."  He shoved my clothes into the bathtub.  I
got dressed.  I heard him  taking some toilet paper from the roll,
wiping something from the floor, and then the toilet flushing.  He
told me to stay put until he left the bathroom and hollered in.  He
left the room and said, "OK you can come out now!"

I came out and he grabbed me by my shirt and said, "OK.  Now I know
you are a boy.  If you tell ANYBODY about what happened in that
bathroom or ANYTHING about it..., well, I know where to find you and you
will regret it!"

I said, "I won't tell."  And I didn't.  It was awful embarrassing,
anyway.  I would be too embarrassed to tell.

I hated standing there so embarrassed.  But I kinda liked the
attention...

OK back to John laying next to me sleeping.  My ______ was getting
hard.  To be continued, in Part 3.

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