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punkboy2 -> A true story about my tiny insignificant weenie (10/22/2006 5:10:18 PM)
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This is a true story about my tiny insignificant weenie, and the torturous life I have led because it. When asked "how long I have been in the lifestyle", I think back to when I was five or six years old. I know the age 'cause I had just started school. Before that I had no one to compare my weenie to and didn't know how inadequate and worthless it was.
Now; follow the beauty of what I am going to tell you. I went to "Catholic school." I'm five going on six, I know nothing about sex, NOTHING, not even the wrong stuff that we all learn first. So here, on one hand I have strict Domineering Nuns, in these Black robes, smacking me with rulers and wooden pointers, you know the kind they had back then, wooden with the black rubber tips, while demanding that I sit up straight, answer when spoken to, keeping my mouth shut when not spoken to, and that playing with my self was a sin, and so forth. On the other hand, I have boys chasing me around on the playground, pulling my pants down and mocking me and laughing at my little weenie. They would call girls over to see and they would point at it, giggle and snicker, then run off. Once I was crying so bad that I started to pee. A guy had a can or something and held it so that I pissed in it. They then and in front of the girls, made me drink it. Back in class, I had to sit there and hear the snickering, whether it was directed at me or not, I always thought that it was.
In the afternoon when I would get home from school, I would go to my room to change my clothes, I was so mad at my little weenie and the trouble that it caused me, that I would take a sock and tie-up my weenie and balls (we called them "nuts" back then). I would tie them tight, till they turned blue and I left them like that as I went out side to play.
I don't know what age I was when I first shot a wad but I remember to this day, how I did. I hated my little weenie so much that I enjoyed torturing it. The thing that I remember most, was taking a rope or cord and hanging myself by my weenie. Also, I would tie the cord from my weenie to my feet and then crawl around the room until my weenie was so sore I couldn't touch it even to untie it. Then I would lay on my back and kick my feet out in an attempt to yank that worthless thing off me. It was during one of these yanking events that my balls started to feel funny. Words evade me to describe the feeling but I thought that my weenie was starting to come off. I yanked harder and stretched out my legs in an attempt to finish the job. (I had seen my sister in the bath tub and she didn't have one so I didn't see the need in me having one) Well my weenie and balls started to throb and feel strange, like somthing that I had never felt before. I drew my legs back to give one final yank and when I let the pressure off the cord around my weenie the cum shot out with such force that it landed up on my desk and all over my homework. The cum dripped down all over my balls and down the crack of my ass. I laid there in ecstasy for longer than I kept time of.
Oh, I dabbed the cum off my homework and turned it in. If that Nun only knew.
So that is where I am and why. I have spent the rest of my life looking for and orgasm to match that one.
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