Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 23:04:24 -0600
From: Kevin Turnbow <kebo_t@outlook.com>
Subject: A Spa and a Little Boy mb

A Spa and a little boy

A special family event brought back family members I hadn't seen since I
was a kid.  That lead to memories being rekindled and resulted in me
writing about my experience with one family member.  And the dominoes kept
falling, the more I thought, the more memories returned and several were
even stirred up from emails I got from readers.  So, I'll try again.  With
a little story and I'll see how far it goes.

At a young age, I got bold.  With the egging on from my cousins, I did a
few things that I ended up really enjoying.  I got to see how happy it made
people when I did a few things, and could blame it on being a kid.

I was 9 years old.  I was a skinny kid and I think I was pretty cute.  I
look back at pictures of myself back then and I liked the way I looked back
then.  Brown hair that would lighten up in the summers as my tan got
darker.  We wore it long then, I had the head flip down so that I could get
my bangs out of my eyes in one quick motion.  People would love making me
smile, so they could see my dimples.  I was pretty strong for a skinny kid,
I could climb any tree, and build rock dams in the creek near my house.  If
I had any fat on me, it was my butt.  It was a bit of a bubble butt and
would jiggle when I shook it.

That was about the only thing that jiggled.  When I was that little, I had
a cute little nub of a wiener.  I won't call it a dick until puberty hit.
It was a nice looking head, just a slight purple color that stood out from
my white belly.  It didn't matter very much when I got hard. I could tell
that I had a little bit of a shaft but to anybody else, they couldn't see
the difference. And its not like it stuck up.  Even when soft, my nub
pointed straight out.

When my nub would get hard, it definitely had my attention.  I had really
no idea about jacking or that there was any purpose for getting hard.  It
gave me a feeling that made my hand go right to it.  My hand would grab it
and do a little twist, or just hold on tight.  I got yelled at by my mom,
aunts, grandmothers, and even teachers to not play with myself.

I have two consecutive class pictures with my hand attached to my crotch.
It's a shame that I really didn't even notice.

One of my memories that bubbled up recently, occurred at one of my father's
favorite places to hang out.  He loved going to a spa.  I don't think it
was as nice and fancy as those today.  It was a natural spring, and the
water had some mystical healing power.  (Well, it did until about 7 years
ago when the government found a toxic chemical, TCE, in the water.)  There
were some nice areas in the spa but then there were some dark dank places
that I just knew weird monsters lived and would suck down little boys.

The spa had saunas and steam rooms, massages, and weights, and those jiggle
belts.  (I was informed that there was a state law that prevent young boys
to ever touch those jiggle belts.)  The biggest attractions were the hot
tubs.  The spring water was diverted into several large tiled tubs.  Big
naked men would sit in them, splash a little, even smoke.  I saw a lot of
dicks then.  I would make sure that I got to see my father's dick, to make
sure that it was still there.  And almost every man would put his hand on
his dick.  When the robes and towels came off, the hands went to the
dicks. When the men got out of the hot tub, the hands went to the dicks.
When they sat and sweated in the steam room, the hands went to the dicks.
No moms, aunts, or teachers there to yell at them.

Normally, I would get to play around in one of the hot tubs.  At first, it
was just me and my father in the tub, and he wouldn't let go of me.  The
two of us would do a lot of naked squirming.  Then, I would go in and would
still swim around but my dad trusted that I wouldn't immediately sink to
the bottom.  I could only stay in for so long. The water was hot enough
that I'd start to get stewed.  At that point, I'd go to a room with a bunch
of couches and chairs.  I'd get a towel wrapped around me.  A spa robe on
me was like wearing a blanket.  I'd color pictures, read comic books, and
get accused of reading the men's magazines spread out around the room.

I became aware that there were a lot of men who liked looking at me naked.
Some of it I observed there in the spa but my older cousins had me doing
things that made me realized I has some power.  The less I had on, the more
men paid attention to me.  I had already done a few things that made me
realize that.  I liked it.

One of the men asked me to get him a cup of water.  That special spring
water but chilled and filled with ice cubes made with the spring water was
in a large ceramic jug.  I was more than happy to help him out and I jumped
up without attempting to rewrap the towel around me.  I brought him water
while wearing nothing but spa flip-flops.  I felt eyes on me. And even had
a few fingers pointing at my nub.  I thought I would be nice.  I got
another cup of water and took it to the man next to the first one. Then two
at a time, I carried water to just about every man in that room.  I even
had two who reached out and put a finger under my wiener.  They tapped it
just enough to make it feel good.  I had to give it a twist on the way back
to the water.

I was just about done delivering water when I went flying!  My feet came
out of the flip-flops, I was lifted into the air, the cold water splashed
on my belly, and then I heard the pop!  It wasn't until I landed that I
realized that my father slapped my butt!  He hit it hard but it was so
quick that it didn't even hurt.  Oh, it did get my attention!

My father told me in his stern serious voice to go get a towel on and leave
the men alone.  I just stayed out of the way for awhile.  My dad got
talking to the men, they even got out what they called, "the last cigars".
It confused me that days later that other guys still had cigars.  One of
the men who had given my nub a little tap, called me over.  He told me to
get a clean towel and he took the belt from his robe. He had me spread my
legs and pulled the towel between them. He tied the belt and I was wearing
a loin cloth.  The man even man sure that everything was tucked in.  I
giggled as he touched my wiener.

I did get to go back to the spa for several more years.  I didn't serve
water but I walked around naked as much as I could.



Thanks

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