From: an112614@anon.penet.fi (Geoffrey) Reply-To: an112614@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 12 Jul 1994 00:30:48 UTC Subject: Geoff's Story - Billy's Balls are Busted ******************************************************************************** * WARNING * * * * The following contains EXPLICIT sex of a variety of kinds. It may be very * * offensive to some readers. Readers who are offended by explicit sex should * * not read any further. * * * * These files are archived; since it is a personal story it is being written * * on continually and revised. You can ask for past episodes by name rather * * than number, should you be interested. You can also ask about specific * * sexual acts that may be in the story but not yet posted. There's some of * * everything, except offing. Glad to say, that has never been part of my * * experience. * * * * Contact: an112614@anon.penet.fi * * * * My Nickname is Geoffrey * * * * Geoff * * * ******************************************************************************** Geoff's Story This is MY story, dammit, and it's not fiction. This shit really happened to me. I'm not ashamed of it P in fact, looking back, I'm rather proud of the experiences I've had. So put away that bullshit you read that obviously adolescent fiction, and read my story. First of all, I'm one of five brothers; I was born in 1968. My oldest brother - actually my half brother - Billy was born in 1948. His story is very special, and I'll tell you about him later on. Next to Billy is Donny, born in 1962, then Mark, born in 1964, and finally Lee born in 1975. Lee (his real name was Li Nguyen) taught me to speak Vietnamese. We adopted him when he was two, brought out of Vietnam through a prison camp in Thailand. More about him later, too. My name is Geoff Honaner, I'm twenty-six, and I love getting my rocks off. In fact, a great deal of what I do and think about is getting them off, and I have a strong right hand. I get the ache you know it, the one in the pit of your stomach, the one that makes your nuts throb, that takes all your attention from anything else almost every day. It wasn't always that way. No, I'm not gay, nor bisexual. I am just sexual, and whatever relieves the ache in my balls is what I go for. The Vietnamese call it the "bird." The Chinese call it "The one-eyed monk." It's my dick, and it has been driving my life since I discovered it. It wasn't always that way. I had a long way to come (forgive the pun) from fear of my pecker and disgust over touching it to enjoying it. My Mom loved me, I know that, and I don't know about my Dad. Dad had been married before my Mom. He was a bastard then! That's when he had my oldest brother, Billy. I can't tell you much about Billy's life, but I can tell you something that's very special to me, and makes me even closer to my youngest brother, Lee. Billy was in the war in Vietnam. He was captured and in a torture camp for a long time. He wrote down a diary on toilet paper that they never discovered. He had a little bit of aluminum foil that he wrapped the diary in every day, and he stuck it up his ass. They never found it. After the war he got home, but because of his work in intelligence the government changed his name. I shared his diary with my brothers, but the rest of my family know nothing about it. I'll tell you about his diary later, because what he wrote really fits into this story and is an important part of it. ================== Billy Gets His Balls Busted ================== Billy wrote about how cruel Dad was to him as a kid. Billy's earliest memory of Dad was Dad kicking down the door to his room. "Dad was fuckin' drunk and Mom was crying 'cause Dad had slapped her. She was trying to protect me, I guess. I was still in my crib, and screaming, and Mom bawling. Dad slapped her and knocked her down on the floor. I can't remember much more than that." Billy wrote a lot about how cruel Dad was and how he often really beat Billy with his big leather belt. Billy was terrifie d of Dad, hated him for what he did to his mom, and loved him. Being a kid he had terribly mixed emotions. Finally it all came to a head. This is how Billy wrote it down. "I had my sixteenth birthday, and got my driver's license. I thought I was hot shit. I called two of my cousins, Jill and Norma Jean and asked them if they wanted to go the lake swimming. I picked them up and we spent the day at the lake having a great time. They were real teases but we'd always got along pretty well. It was a really hot Texas day and the lake was great. We finally decided to go home, and I wore the regulation dress for the occasion: cowboy had, swimsuit, and boots. I drove us back home and on the way, Norma said, "Let's stop by our ranch. Dad said their breeding our mare today. They're bringing in a big black stallion from Lubbock." "Why stop?" I asked. "Oh, Norma, let's watch" Jill said, "unless Billy is to embarrassed." She stretched out that word, "em-barrrrrrrrrrrr-asssed" with a rising whining inflection she used to tease with. Hell, I'd seen horses fuck before P what's the deal. "Fine with me, if you wanna watch horses fuck," I said. "Oh Billy, you're so crude," Jill teased. We pulled in the lot just as they were bringing the big black stallion out of the truck. He was about 18 hands tall and really wired. He also had a pretty good idea why h e was there 'cause his cock was already hanging out of its sheath. He reared up, two or three times and it took three handlers to keep him under control. The mare was already in the service stall and she was ready. They had a big piece of leather draped over her shoulders and up her neck where the big stallion would kick with his feet and bite at the mare. He smelled her rear end immediately and broke loose to mount her. A stud like that always makes the mare be submissive and he was biting at her mane and pawing her while his cock came out an incredible amount. Always made me jealous. It was almost three feet out of his sheath and a good four inches thick. It was solid black. He needed some help getting started, and Jake took his cock in his hands and guided it towards the lips of the mare. Jake started the cock in the mare and the stallion began to push. Jack then began to stroke the cock back and forth - now that I hadn't seen. He was giving the stallion a hand job. Finally the stud had his cock all the way in and was really humping till he started shaking with delight (I guess.) It was all over. We didn't say much when we left to go on over to my house where my cousins' mother was going to pick up Norma Jean and Jill. We were all too cool to sound excited by what we'd just seen. But I thought I was in for real trouble. All I had on was that damn bathing suit and a jock, and my own cock was trying to jump right out of my pants. I tried to maneuver so my big lump couldn't be seen and the girls for the time being seemed to ignore it anyway. When we got to the house I excused myself and went right into the bathroom where I got my pecker straight up against my belly and under the waste strap of the jock. At least that way it wouldn't poke out my leg or make a tent at my crotch. When I came out the girls were looking at a magazine, and I almost didn't catch the sly look that passed between them. I flopped down, one leg over the couch and we shot the shit. Out of nowhere, Jill said, "Billy, I think there was something wrong with the stallion. What was that thing hanging out of his peter?" (What a cute word P "peter". I hadn't heard that since the fourth grade.) "Oh, well, that was - that, er, well, haven't you seen horses fuck before? That was his cock." "But," Jill said, "I can see his cock right there in front of his balls. What was that black thing?" "No, Jill, horses' cocks are inside their body until they fuck. Then they come out that way, so they can go deep in the mare and deliver sperm." "Really!," Jill exclaimed. "That true!" "I didn't know men were like that? Do you have a big black thing like that?" she asked. "I'm not a horse's ass and I'm not a horse," I said. "Well, how big is your peter," Norma said. I was getting rather warm in the crotch now. In spite of myself this talking about cocks was giving me a real hard-on. In that skimpy bathing suit I had on, I was sure they didn't need to ask "How big," I was. They could see. "What was Jake doing with the stud's cock," Norma asked. "Oh, God," I though, "Two expert prick-teases!" I was not going satisfy their desire to get me off. "He was giving it a hand job to make it come faster. Horses sometimes fuck and don't come. You're dad's paying $1500 for the fuck, and he wants a foal." "Do boys get hand jobs," Jill asked, so innocent sounding. "Well, some do," I said, not going to commit myself, and not hinting that as soon as they left I'd be giving myself one or two or three, after being hard so long. "Show us," Norma said! "Oh, no you don't I said, and stood up to go to my room. I had to do something. Just as I jumped up, my pecker popped up just above my bathing suit, still behind the waste band. The friction of the band on the bottom part of the head of my cock was more than I could take and I came. There I was pumping cum down my suit with the girls looking on and in staggers Dad. He was a drunk as a skunk. Funny, his moral values for others always got so pure when he was drunk. He took in the scene and decided, I guess, that I was a pervert exhibitionist. In two steps he was across the room and he slapped me right in the face, knocking me to the floor. I started to get up and he kicked me right in the stomach. Groaning in pain I tried to get up, yelling at him to stop. "You damn, fuckin' pervert. You wanna show them gals something, well, you'll show them all right." "You two sit down right there," he turned and yelled at Norma and Jill, who were trying to sneak out. They eased back into their chairs. "You turd-faced dickhead," he said turning viciously to me, "take down them pants right now." I hesitated and he slapped me again with his left hand. I could have fought back but he outweighed my by 120 pounds. I was small in build, about 5' 6" and blonde. I had the reputation of being okay, but not very strong. That was right. So weighing my options I dropped my suit. "Step out of it, damn you," he yelled. I kicked off my boots and walked out of my suit. My dick was still erect and hard, trapped up under my jock. He grabbed the sack of the jock and literally ripped it off me. "There, you bitches, get a look at that." Under normal circumstances almost anyone's cock would be as limp as a dead worm, but I had been bound up and was still throbbing, the end of my cock jumping up and down. "Hold it in your hand and give them a good look," my dad said. I took it in my hand, and turned toward them. "Walk on over," he said and I inched over to the girls. "Take ahold of it, bitches, so you can get your jollies," he said. Each one of them touched it, and in spite of myself I got a thrill. "Come back over here, motherfucker," Dad yelled, and began taking off his belt. "Grab your ankles and spread your legs, you little shit." I bent over and grabbed my ankles, knowing what was coming, what I'd felt so many times from him and what I hated him for. The first blow struck and my ass felt like it was ripped off. The pain was awful. Then the second blow. Dad was drunk and his aim was off. Or maybe he meant to do it, but instead of hitting me on the ass, he end of the belt went right through my legs and my balls took the full power of the blow. I screamed, fell to the floor writhing, vomited, and passed out. I don't know what order. I woke up in the hospital, lying on my back with a tearing, burning pain in my crotch. There was a tent of sheet around my middle. I eased up the cover and looked at my crotch. I couldn't believe what I saw. My scrotum was swollen up the size of a grapefruit. I couldn't move at all without feeling like a red-hot poker was being driven in my crotch. "He's awake, doctor," the nurse said. Dr. Holcomb pulled back the sheet and the two of them bent over my swollen scrotum. "This is bad, Billy," he said. "I hope we can same them, but they are very badly damaged. We may have to castrate." That was all I needed to hear. I vomited all over myself. Well, it's awkward being in the hospital with everyone coming in to check on your balls every half hour. It's also hard to have visitors and talk to them about what is wrong. With a great deal of luck I healed up but it took me nearly six months before I could walk right. Fortunately, the other guys didn't make fun of me, and the girls looked at me in some kind of awe. I vowed that damn drunk would never lay a hand on me or Mom again. As soon as I could I started a weight training program and over the next six months I put on 35 pounds of muscle. I totally changed my build. Whenever the work got boring I thought of what that asshole had done to my balls. Finally, on my seventeenth birthday, a year from the day he busted my balls, I heard he was in the bar and drunk. I went out to my truck and got a two-by-four I'd been saving for the occasion. When he came out of th e bar staggering and reeling, I walked over to him and tripped him so he fell down. As he was staggering to his knees, trying to get up he roared, "You motherfucker, you never learned you lesson, did you." Then I beat the shit out of him with that two-by-four. And then I left home and joined the army. =========== There'll be more about Billy in future episodes. I archive this, since it's my own story. I'll send it to you personally if you ask. I can also send you a compressed file with a password IF you're using Mac technology and have Compact Pro. Geoff Geoff's Story - Part II Lesson's in the Right Hand Rule After Billy left home his mother left Dad. Billy gave her the nerve and the reason to get out of that relationship. Dad really went downhill. Seems that no matter how bad a person gets, there's always someone who things they can be rescued. My Mom was the one who set out to save Dad. Mom was a very dedicated church worker in West Texas where we grew up. She loved Dad and saw in that drunken sot something good. She married him at the cost of alienation of her entire familly. I'll give her credit, she was a ble to make some changes. She brought him from an abusive, dominating, drunken sot into a person what could provide for a family, hold a job, meet his obligation, which for Dad was quite a step. She could not, however, make him love her or us. Well, if he did, he never knew how to show it. It was clear to all us boys that under no circumstances were we to even mention the word sex. Hell, we were not even supposed to think about sex. My mother must have known I had a dick, but she never acted as if I did. I can remember taking baths when I was very young; even when I still needed help with a bath I would get a boner. Too young to be self conscious, I showed her with a great deal of pride once how I could make the woody go away by pulling the skin up along the shaft and over the head. She didn't say much except, "Oh, don't do that!" I never knew if she knew what jacking off was or not, but I was touching my dick! Couldn't have that ! Because she was so denying of sex, and because my Dad was so detached from us boys, a lot went on in that house that they never knew about and probably wouldn't have believed anyway if they found out. When I was big enough to not need help taking a bath my Mom never saw me naked. My Mom was convinced that sex was about as dirty as one could get. I was amazed that I ever happened. It must have been some momentary lax one dark night, for which she was eternally seeking forgiveness. When I was eight years old Mom's pleading finally convinced Dad to agree to a vacation on the eastern shore of Maryland. Ocean-shore swimming is very popular, and being so near D.C. a lot of people go there. Being born and raised in West Texas I fantasized about the ocean. I could imagine all the kids running on the beach, or finding shells P the big waves breaking. When we discussed where to go that year I really made a case for going east and the real ocean (not that shitty bathtub of the Gulf of Mexi co). So we did. We were on one of the Delaware beaches near a place we could camp. We decided to use a bath house there for changing, so we'd have our clothes if we wanted to do anything. Mom would rather have died than go anyplace with any member of the family less than fully dressed. The bath house we used was really big. It had a huge room on one side for women, then a big open area in the middle, and a similar big room on the right for men. At the open space and facing toward it on both sides was where you got a basket and paid. Girls ran the women's' side and guys the men's. After our third day there a lot of people were gone, since it was Monday. We went back to change (my Dad never went P just stayed in the office and watched TV) and it was Donny (fourteen at that time), Mark (six-years-old) and me. Donny went to the locker we three were using and opened it. Donny and I pulled down our suits and I undressed Mark who had problems with the knot in his waiste-band. I led Mark to the shower to get the sand and salt off and Donny was already there. Donny is really well endowed, although I am a lot bigger than he is now (in height, that is, not in cock-size). We showered, and went back to the locker when Donny yelled out, "Oh Shit! I forgot to get a towel!" Stark naked he walked over to the attendant b ooth to get one. Imagine his surprise when a teen-age girl turned to wait on him. Apparently the guy who was working there took a break, and the girl was serving both sides. The regulars knew that, but Donny didn't . He turned crimson when he saw her and she just looked over the counter at him and smiled wickedly. Donny never had any self control, and his pecker was up like a flagpole. He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself, but his prick still stood out making a tent. I though it was the funniest thing, not having a clue to what was going on. I didn't know anything about sex. More about that later. At the end of the row where our locker was there was a older guy who just sorta was hanging around. I noticed him looking at Mark when I was undressing him, and now he was naked, and not seeming to make any progress dressing. He seemed to be constantly drying his crotch with his towell, rolling it around in both hands. Every time I glanced his way I caught him looking at us. Donny was so embarrassed about his encounter with the attendant that he never noticed, and as he was drying himself off, he was facing almost directly at the guy staring at us, his dick still at half mast. As I said, Donny is endowed, and he had a great body at that age. This old fart was starting to inch toward us and his eyes were going right to Donny's crotch. I was hairless and had a little finger of a prick and I don't think that Markk or I interested him much, but Donny sure did. First thing I know the guy's about 4 feet from Donny with a huge boner. Donny just looked at him and grabbed his crotch, thrusting it forward. That was all the guy could take, and he began to jerkoff right there. Donny wa s disgusted and turned away, but Mark and I were fascinated. He kept on beating himself harder and faster until he came and the stuff ran down both his legs. As I said, I was clueless, but I had seen something brand new to me. Mark was intrigued with what he saw as well and really stared at the guy getting off. The spurting cum though scared Mark. He turned a burried his head against me when the guy began to squirt. The old fart never said a word, just want back to his locker, dressed and left. I met Dennis when I was eleven. Already I was pretty tall for my age, and was beginning to develop balls and a dick, although it was still pretty small. Dennis was twelve and was pretty experienced with "three-five" (from that old joke*. ) I'd never done anything with my dick since the bathtub days, and Mom had pretty well convinced me that if I touched it, God would strike me dead. I even had a hard time taking a piss, since it's hard to do without touching one's pecker. I would sort of pop it out of my shorts without touching it, then use just my thumb and forefinger to direct the stream. Dennis, on the other hand, had a crotch on fire. The family visited in Detroit, and since they were going on to an Adult church assembly, and since Dennis' father was a preacher, they felt safe leaving us boys there. By now there were four of us. We adopted Lee in 1977 and now he was five. The first night we were getting ready for bed. Dennis took off all his clothes right in front of us, which I thought odd, and right away he started getting a boner. He wanted to be sure we saw it, too, since he faced right toward us. We brothers were so self conscious we couldn't take off our shorts P we just pulled our pajamas on over them and we crawled in bed. Like kids everywhere we talked and talked. After a while, Dennis manipulated the conversation to sex. He was good at getting us to think about something we had been drilled into believing was sinful, sick, and dirty. "Why are you guys wearing your shorts? What you got to hide?" "Nuthin," I stammered "Hey, have you ever beat your meat?" "What's that?" Mark asked. "Oh, man, are you guys goin' have an experience!" he smirked. Dennis turned on the light and pulled back my covers. He was naked and his boner was bigger now than when he first showed it to us. He took my wrist and moved my hand over on his body. He pushed my hand down on his pecker and wrapped my fingers around his dick which was already pretty hard. He put his hand around my hand and began working it up and down on his dick. "Okay, keep up that rhythm," he said, and I kept it up. "Mark, you do the same thing." Mark began to rub his 9-year-old pecker and got a decent boner going himself. "Now more," he said, almost breathless, and I began to move my hand faster. "Pump it, man, and squeeze!" he said, almost unable to talk. I began to move as fast as I could. Suddenly he arched his back and thrust his pelvis forward and groaned. Out of the end of his dick poured white goo P caught me totally by surprise. Some of it shot right on Mark's dong as he was doing his first jack-off. It kept pulsing out of his dick, down his legs and on me, and flying around the room. on his belly and ran down his dick onto my hand. He slumped back on the bed and his dick kept on throbbing. He grabbed my hand and slowed me down to a slow pumping , while more juice dribbled out of his dick and down the shaft. Mark was picking up his own pace and even though he had not enough hormones to make cum, he certainly could have an orgasm. When it came he just shuddered all over with his eyes closed in pure delight. Dennis just lay on his bed for a few minutes, me staring at him and all that gunk all over him. "I came!" he exclaimed, still almost unable to talk. "Did it hurt?" I said, very much afraid. Mark said nothing. "Oh, no! It is the greatest feeling. I'm so relaxed now." In a few minutes he got a Kleenex and wiped up the stuff cleaning off his prick and his belly and off of Mark. His entire belly button was full of the stuff. Then he looked at me and said, "Now it's your turn." I was petrified. I lay there frozen afraid to move. Dennis slid his hand down my pajamas, and began massaging my dick, which now I'm proud to say responded immediately, although at the time it scarred me almost shitless. Dennis eased my legs off the bed and on the floor. He pulled down my pajamas and shorts and began really giving me a hand job. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel, and it was not much of a deal, except I felt like shit for what I was letting him do. Then I began to feel a tingli ng between my legs and for the moment I forgot my inhibitions. My balls were pulled up into my crotch and I could feel the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach. Dennis began to pick up the pace and I could feel it more and more until I had a weird and wild rush that caused my entire body to go rigid and I felt the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt. I came, and squirted out my first juice. Then I had another surprise. Dennis dropped to his knees and took the end of my dick in his mouth. He sucked out the jism as it dribbled out and while doing that he had his hands clamped on my ass pushing my dick hard into his face. Eventually we all went to sleep, and that night I thought nothing more about it, feeling totally relaxed and free. But the next morning I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. I was convinced I had committed terrible sin and would be severely punished. What if my Mom found out? Would my brothers tell on me. What would Dad do? I guess I was pretty moody the rest of the time we were at Dennis' house, and while he jerked off every night in bed, he never touched me and I slept in my Fruit-of-the-Looms the rest of the time I was there. But when we were home again, the experience was not lost on Mark. He convinced me that this was great, and we spent many a brotherly night jacking off. We never sucked, but we always did each other. Mark was insatiable in jerking off. He was desperate to squirt his juice; he told me of how often he dreamed about that old fart in the bath house in Maryland and then seeing me and Dennis squirt our juice, he desperately wanted the experience. He seemed to believe if he jerked off often enough it would make him squirt his cum sooner. ******************* * The joke goes that a kid, Jody, on a farm, constantly had problems of pissing on himself when trying to take a leak. (A lot of farm kids were never circumcised.) His mother was onto his problem since his overalls often smelled like piss. His dad took him out to the barn. "Jody, I'm going to give you a lesson on how to take a piss. One P drop your overalls; two get your pecker out; three - pull back the skin (the foreskin); four, point and piss; five - push the skin back over your pecker. Six - put your thing away. Seven pull up your pants." Several days later the Dad comes in the barn unexpected. Over in a dark corner he sees Jody's bare ass and Jody's hand in flying. "What the hell are you doin?!" his Dad screems. Jody gulped and chanted, "three-five, three-five, three-five....."