Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 22:01:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Baa Baa Black Sheep

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Baa Baa Black Sheep


When I was twelve I taught myself to masturbate. Even though everything has
been done before, how I came to have my first orgasm was quite unusual.

I had never really been taught anything about sex. I knew a baby grew in
the mother's tummy, but as to the sexual act itself, I knew almost nothing.
I think I knew that a man and woman lay on top of one another and I knew it
had something to do with being naked, but that was about it.  Somewhere, I
must've gotten an idea about how animals make babies, but I really can't
remember seeing anything sexual, so I must've imagined how they did it.
Probably because you could see a dog's, stallion's or bull's sheath, I sort
of figured out approximately how it worked. How exactly it worked was made
very clear to me one winter afternoon.

I had been playing around in the woods and near an old abandoned house. In
one of the rooms, amidst the broken down furniture and smashed beer
bottles, were some old, moldy magazines. I know what you're thinking; the
boy must have found a stash of porn.  Well, not exactly. They were old
farming and livestock publications. Not very interesting, right? Well, they
weren't, except for one article. It was an article on breeding some sort of
rare sheep. Why would that be interesting to a twelve-year-old boy?  The
article came with two pictures of a ram covering a female. There was one
picture of the ram before he mounted, you could see his thin erection and
large scrotum covered with matted, curly hair. The second picture showed
the ram mounted, hips thrust forward, copulating intensely.

Now I'm sure you can well imagine the interest with which I examined those
two pictures. I had never seen an erect penis except my own small member.
The ram's wasn't small and boy was it sure hard! My own penis had stiffened
in my long johns at the sight. I rubbed myself through my jeans, comparing
my hardness to that in the picture. The second picture, with the intensity
of the ram's crazed eyes and stiffened hindquarters, sent tingles of
delight coursing through my young body.  After quickly looking through the
other magazines for anything else of a similar nature and not finding it, I
tore the page from the magazine and decided to head home where I could look
more closely at the pictures – naked.

When I got home I ran straight upstairs to my room. It was Saturday
afternoon, so I would be alone for a few hours while my mother was out
shopping. I stripped off all my clothing including my long underwear. It
had been very chilly outside; I had gooseflesh, and my boy parts had shrunk
to almost nothing.

Now I don't know exactly know why I did what I did next, but it probably
had something to do with sheep and wool. I reached down and picked up one
of my thick winter socks. These were made of wool and were quite warm in
cold weather. Since my penis and boyish scrotum were contracted from the
cold, I decided to rub them with the sock. The combination of the rough
wool material on my chilled flesh tingled intensely. My deeply wrinkled
scrotum, almost completely contracted from the cold, seemed to pull up even
tighter. The head of my circumcised penis, which had been pulled up into a
tight little flesh covered nubbin, began to peek out.

When the wool sock touched my naked glans I felt a thrilling, prickly
excitement that was almost too much to bear. I gasped out loud at the
almost painful sensations shooting through my young penis. I erected
quickly. I rubbed the sock between my legs and under my tight testicles. My
legs felt weak, I was breathing heavily, hyperventilating. I wrapped the
sock around my three inch erection and began stroking on instinct. My
buttocks tightened. I thought I was going to pass out. My penis burned. The
rim of my glans, stimulated by the rough wool material, prickled as if
being touched by the points of one hundred needles. My peehole burned. All
of a sudden my penis stiffened and spasmed painfully again and again. I
couldn't stop stroking myself. My knees gave out and I collapsed to the
floor. I still didn't stop stroking, although I began to lose the rhythm.
The spasms didn't stop. I fell back against the side of my bed,
semiconscious in an orgasmic delirium. My penis was on fire, I was in
agony, but I didn't want to stop. Eventually, out of breath and frightened
and that I might have really hurt myself, I stopped rubbing. The waves of
sensation slowly subsided, but my penis still burned and tingled. I
unwrapped the sock and looked down at my still completely stiff erection.
The shaft of my penis was a bright pink, above that was the deep purple
corona separating the shaft from the ruby red pointed head.

What was this?  What had happened?  My penis was standing achingly hard,
would it ever go down?  I had a dozen questions and was confused.  I
dressed in haste, worried about being caught naked.  When I put my still
erect member in my undies, it was painfully sensitive as it rubbed against
the cotton fabric.  This was pleasurable in some strange way.  Was this
tingling in my pants normal?

Before I hid the pictures in my secret hiding place, under the bottom
drawer in my dresser, I gave them another look.  Was the goat in the
picture having the same frantic spasms I just had?  It sure looked like it
to me judging by his expression in the second picture.  Was this the same
thing as sex?  I would explore this further when I could be sure of being
alone.


End of Part One.

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