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YO again:
As the sunlight came tip toeing into my room this morning, I lay there reflecting on my life of 60 plus years while looking down at my bloated belly and slowly wrinkling body.....once an athletic and toned yourng man. My wingman, Mr. Pecker is laying there shriveled up and trying to keep warm as the cool breeze filters in from outside. Use to be when I woke up....Mr. Pecker would be standing at attention and saluting me to welcome in the new day. And, if I awoke without a woman laying next to me, Mr. Pecker would immediately inquire as to just how long and what time I was going to feed him. He was a fearless and mean machine in his prime.....always thrusted first and ask questions later. We've had a long mongering life together.....traveling trhough-out the north americas, Europe, Asia, South & Central America and islands that were sprinkled over many oceans. Seems like we left a part of us in many women and many parts of this world. Again closing my eyes.....I drifted off into a memory of days bygone.
I remember when he first introduced himself to me in the 4th grade after Mrs. Learner, our teacher, spilled some water on her blouse and her nipples introduced themselves. Hell, up until then I had just called him Wee Wee but now he seemed to take on a whole new identity. Mrs. Learner was a fox.....at least to a 9 yr. old boy. And then there was Hilda in the 5th grade that never wore panties. I, along with several other boys, knew this because we use to stick little mirrors on top of our shoes and walk up and talk with girls while discretly catching a glance to see what was under their dress......Mr. Pecker was all too eager to join in the mischeif. I suppose that is when young Circus began to understand what was so special about my special purpose.
My first breast folding conquest came in the 7th grade with the gorgeous brunette, Ebbie Jo. Never will that 12 yr. old Circus forget the tender softness of those budding mamies and neither will Mr. Pecker. It was the 9th grade that Mr. Pecker finally gained entry into the wonderful world of Vagina. He and I were nervous as hell but he took over and came through. I was so proud of him. Yea, he only lasted about 30 seconds but I told him we would work on that. I shall not reveal the girl's name but she will forever live in Mr. Pecker's and my thanks.
it was a scarey experience, not to mention embarrassing one, to enter the drugstore in the 1950's and purchase condoms.....rubbers as we called them then. Especially waiting for the female clerk to wait on someone else so I could speak with the male clerk or drugist as to my purchase. Ohhh, the curious and sometimes ugly glares I would get.....hell, he may have thought I was pounding his daughter.....scarey. First condom I bought was 15 cents and soon I was buying them in the 25 cent machines at rest rooms in back of the filling station (service station to you youngsters).
Grades 10 through 12 brought on everything from coat room whores to teen babes that demanded we wear 2 condoms in order to evade pregnancy.....Mr. Pecker would almost suffocate. Tried going steady with a "First Love" for a year but Mr. Pecker broke up that relationship. I owe him a lot for that....Damn, would have missed out on the rest of those filies in high school. Then would probably have gotten married and missed out on the rollicking college poontang years. But that's another story.
Sooo, laying here this am in the sanctity of my delapidated double wide while Shitass, my cat, chases a cockroach under by bed.....I get a bit misty eyed thinking about old times in my youth. Then I look down again at Mr. Pecker and he is still asleep. Now only a shell of his youthful days but still able to muster an occasional salute when beckoned. We have phucked together through the good times and the bad. The sluts and the foxes. When things got lonely I gave him a helping hand. Of course when I drank too much......he would get pissed. Gee, now my nostalgic mind just jumped a score of years ......as enters my first wonderful tica lay......Hmmm, uh oh.....Well, good morning Mr. Pecker.....or should I say afternoon. Nice to see you aroused.
I'll bet not many of theose CRT guys can remember their first one......much less get off on their days of yore. OK, I'm pitiful.
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Damn if I'm going to repeat this shit again. I need a drink.
I've been drinking vodka every day for 45 years and I have certainly never found it to be habit forming.
Last edited by Circus on Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:18 am, edited 1 time in total.
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