Jump to content
Sign in to follow this  
jerryskids

Did you experiment sexually with your family as a kid?

  

33 members have voted

  1. 1. Well?

    • Yes
      10
    • No
      23


Recommended Posts

not really, seems you n snuff kinda hope that though. Kinda queer of you.

You're the one obsessed with gay people and kiddie pedophilia.

 

Drobs = FFT's Rev. Ted Phaggard.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

not yet, interested ? Get tons of Match winks and likes still even though I haven't been active in a year....give you a deal. 325k

 

Whatever you say, Gepetto.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

You're the one obsessed with gay people and kiddie pedophilia.

 

Drobs = FFT's Rev. Ted Phaggard.

not really but you are obsessed with me, back off Maybelline you're creeping me out.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

not really but you are obsessed with me, back off Maybelline you're creeping me out.

Does it count when your follow me around Dumbelina? Or is it only obsession when you're getting clobbered in thread after thread and want it to stop? :cry:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

 

 



I played doctor with girls that were friends, not family.



This. Me and Julie Perrino were in the sand box playing G I Joe and Barbie when we were seven. She's changing Barbies bathing suit and took off Barbies bikini bottom. Out of the blue I asked her to do the same. And she did without hesitation. Me: Wow.

So for the next few weeks we would show each other our whowho's any chance we could get. It was like a game. Where next? So one day during a big 4th of July party at my house, me and the future neighborhood fatty decided that we would take turns going to the bathroom and stripping while the other looked through the window. She went first. I put two ice chests up against the wall and peeked in the window. Me: Wow. I didn't know what ghey was at seven but I knew then I wasn't.

It was my turn. So I go and am standing there while she's getting a good look when I hear, "What are you doing Julie?" (You remember when you were a kid and you knew you fawked up real bad and there's nothing you can do to get out of this one and life was probably over as you once knew it?) Julies dad looked like crazy Jack Nicholson in The Shining. He scared the sh!t out of me on a normal day. But when he's screaming at you through the window while you're standing there buck ass naked crying and can't move because of uncontrollable fear, it's a whole new ball game. I couldn't even put my clothes back on I was so fawking scared. My dad is banging on the door screaming at me to open it up. Her dad is screaming at me through the window. I had to go to my happy place. The place that got me in trouble in the first place, Thank you Julie.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I dont have sister or cousins but I can try to pretend I do. Id draw the line at peeking at a hot sister but id prob bang a cousin. Def get head from a cousin for sure, and 50/50 bang. it is actually pretty common for this to happen. Now I wish I had hot siblings.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

who's bothered ?

 

Man you guys sure are uptight....like you have straight guilt or some chit.

 

Keep on defending the cow, she is a liberal after all.

 

You seem very bothered by her.

 

BTW...where am I defending her?

You seem to be making things up again...and yeah, I think the gay and liberal part of her is what has you so bothered by this...as evidenced by your starting a thread about her and continuing to be all cranky inthis one.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Does it count when your follow me around Dumbelina? Or is it only obsession when you're getting clobbered in thread after thread and want it to stop? :cry:

I do ?

Delusional obsessive wierdo much ?

MDCreep

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I do ?

Delusional obsessive wierdo much ?

MDCreep

I will remember that next time you talk about or stalk me you hypocritical fat doosh. :overhead:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Rmff a lot

That's what I think whenever you talk to or about me! I will remind you next time. :lol:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Jerry's just being a tool. He's still butthurt over that zing I gave him a few weeks back.

 

He knows that the topic for discussion was about little kids in general, although the article I posted did mention that it wasn't uncommon between close siblings, either. He just doesn't want to admit that examining each other's genitals, play kissing and even masturbating in the presence of another child, is normal and not child molestation/abuse.

Zing? :dunno:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

In high school there were a few girls who were rumored to have focked a cousin. I never knew if it was true or not but they were pretty damn slutty :wub:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Wait. If I haven't had a circle jerk when I was a kid or touched a sister, I am sexually repressed? :wacko:

Obviously..

 

:lol:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Wait. If I haven't had a circle jerk when I was a kid or touched a sister, I am sexually repressed? :wacko:

yes

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Wait. If I haven't had a circle jerk when I was a kid or touched a sister, I am sexually repressed? :wacko:

I don't even have a sister. :(

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

When I hear people waxing nostalgic about all the free time they had as kids to roam the neighborhood, these are some of the memories that come to mind:

 

My first memory of a hard-on was during a session of "show me yours, I'll show you mine" with a female cousin when I was 5. We got caught by one of our parents and they told us to stop. Whenever I see her now, I wonder if she remembers it, but I don't have the nerve to ask.

 

At age 7, we allowed 2 neighborhood girls into our tree house on the condition that once inside, they would pull down their pants and panties so we could stare at them for 5 whole minutes. I was in charge of counting off the minutes.

 

There was also an older kid in my neighborhood who liked to compare dIcks all the time. (of course mine was the best) He liked to go into the woods and lay on top of us with his d!ck between our ass cheeks.

 

Later, when I was 9 or 10 there was another older kid in the neighborhood who was starting to get pubes. He liked to show them to us while we sat around playing truth or dare. We would jerk our hard dicks until we had orgasms, but no jizz came out. He ended up ejaculating a little one day and came running out of the bathroom to show us the jizz he'd just produced. Of course, we were in awe. One day, he bribed the youngest kid in our group to suck him off for 5 seconds. I sold him my half of our beer can collection and stopped attending his circle jerks after that.

 

At age 7-9, we stole candy, cigs and toys from the 7-11 and Dart Drug. We smoked 3-4 cigs a day while exploring along the creek in the woods behind our house. We stole materials from construction sites to build a 3 level tree house where we'd smoke cigs and an occasional joint if an older kid happened to have one on him.

 

There was a security guard who used to roam the construction sites around us in a jeep. We thought he was a cool guy cuz he would buy us cokes and give us cigs. He was especially drawn to one kid from our gang who was being raised by a single mother. We later found out what was really happening on those occasions when they rode off together alone.

 

Once, when I was 8, my friends and I decided to go visit a friend who'd moved away to a nearby town. (approximately 20 miles away) We scrounged up enough change to get on the bus and go there. Once there, we didn't have the money to get back, so we had to beg the kid's older brother to give us money from his change jar. When I finally got home after dark, my parents were beside themselves with worry. I got a hell of an ass whoopin' for that.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

When I hear people waxing nostalgic about all the free time they had as kids to roam the neighborhood, these are some of the memories that come to mind:

 

My first memory of a hard-on was during a session of "show me yours, I'll show you mine" with a female cousin when I was 5. We got caught by one of our parents and they told us to stop. Whenever I see her now, I wonder if she remembers it, but I don't have the nerve to ask.

 

At age 7, we allowed 2 neighborhood girls into our tree house on the condition that once inside, they would pull down their pants and panties so we could stare at them for 5 whole minutes. I was in charge of counting off the minutes.

 

There was also an older kid in my neighborhood who liked to compare dIcks all the time. (of course mine was the best) He liked to go into the woods and lay on top of us with his d!ck between our ass cheeks.

 

Later, when I was 9 or 10 there was another older kid in the neighborhood who was starting to get pubes. He liked to show them to us while we sat around playing truth or dare. We would jerk our hard dicks until we had orgasms, but no jizz came out. He ended up ejaculating a little one day and came running out of the bathroom to show us the jizz he'd just produced. Of course, we were in awe. One day, he bribed the youngest kid in our group to suck him off for 5 seconds. I sold him my half of our beer can collection and stopped attending his circle jerks after that.

 

At age 7-9, we stole candy, cigs and toys from the 7-11 and Dart Drug. We smoked 3-4 cigs a day while exploring along the creek in the woods behind our house. We stole materials from construction sites to build a 3 level tree house where we'd smoke cigs and an occasional joint if an older kid happened to have one on him.

 

There was a security guard who used to roam the construction sites around us in a jeep. We thought he was a cool guy cuz he would buy us cokes and give us cigs. He was especially drawn to one kid from our gang who was being raised by a single mother. We later found out what was really happening on those occasions when they rode off together alone.

 

Once, when I was 8, my friends and I decided to go visit a friend who'd moved away to a nearby town. (approximately 20 miles away) We scrounged up enough change to get on the bus and go there. Once there, we didn't have the money to get back, so we had to beg the kid's older brother to give us money from his change jar. When I finally got home after dark, my parents were beside themselves with worry. I got a hell of an ass whoopin' for that.

 

Cool story, Giants Fan.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

i'm from a big family. fridays were pizza and bukkake night

 

Least you saved on toppings. :dunno:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

When I hear people waxing nostalgic about all the free time they had as kids to roam the neighborhood, these are some of the memories that come to mind:

 

My first memory of a hard-on was during a session of "show me yours, I'll show you mine" with a female cousin when I was 5. We got caught by one of our parents and they told us to stop. Whenever I see her now, I wonder if she remembers it, but I don't have the nerve to ask.

 

At age 7, we allowed 2 neighborhood girls into our tree house on the condition that once inside, they would pull down their pants and panties so we could stare at them for 5 whole minutes. I was in charge of counting off the minutes.

 

There was also an older kid in my neighborhood who liked to compare dIcks all the time. (of course mine was the best) He liked to go into the woods and lay on top of us with his d!ck between our ass cheeks.

 

Later, when I was 9 or 10 there was another older kid in the neighborhood who was starting to get pubes. He liked to show them to us while we sat around playing truth or dare. We would jerk our hard dicks until we had orgasms, but no jizz came out. He ended up ejaculating a little one day and came running out of the bathroom to show us the jizz he'd just produced. Of course, we were in awe. One day, he bribed the youngest kid in our group to suck him off for 5 seconds. I sold him my half of our beer can collection and stopped attending his circle jerks after that.

 

At age 7-9, we stole candy, cigs and toys from the 7-11 and Dart Drug. We smoked 3-4 cigs a day while exploring along the creek in the woods behind our house. We stole materials from construction sites to build a 3 level tree house where we'd smoke cigs and an occasional joint if an older kid happened to have one on him.

 

There was a security guard who used to roam the construction sites around us in a jeep. We thought he was a cool guy cuz he would buy us cokes and give us cigs. He was especially drawn to one kid from our gang who was being raised by a single mother. We later found out what was really happening on those occasions when they rode off together alone.

 

Once, when I was 8, my friends and I decided to go visit a friend who'd moved away to a nearby town. (approximately 20 miles away) We scrounged up enough change to get on the bus and go there. Once there, we didn't have the money to get back, so we had to beg the kid's older brother to give us money from his change jar. When I finally got home after dark, my parents were beside themselves with worry. I got a hell of an ass whoopin' for that.

phew, I was thinking old maid was the only one here with a normal upbringing.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

When I hear people waxing nostalgic about all the free time they had as kids to roam the neighborhood, these are some of the memories that come to mind:

 

My first memory of a hard-on was during a session of "show me yours, I'll show you mine" with a female cousin when I was 5. We got caught by one of our parents and they told us to stop. Whenever I see her now, I wonder if she remembers it, but I don't have the nerve to ask.

 

At age 7, we allowed 2 neighborhood girls into our tree house on the condition that once inside, they would pull down their pants and panties so we could stare at them for 5 whole minutes. I was in charge of counting off the minutes.

 

There was also an older kid in my neighborhood who liked to compare dIcks all the time. (of course mine was the best) He liked to go into the woods and lay on top of us with his d!ck between our ass cheeks.

 

Later, when I was 9 or 10 there was another older kid in the neighborhood who was starting to get pubes. He liked to show them to us while we sat around playing truth or dare. We would jerk our hard dicks until we had orgasms, but no jizz came out. He ended up ejaculating a little one day and came running out of the bathroom to show us the jizz he'd just produced. Of course, we were in awe. One day, he bribed the youngest kid in our group to suck him off for 5 seconds. I sold him my half of our beer can collection and stopped attending his circle jerks after that.

 

At age 7-9, we stole candy, cigs and toys from the 7-11 and Dart Drug. We smoked 3-4 cigs a day while exploring along the creek in the woods behind our house. We stole materials from construction sites to build a 3 level tree house where we'd smoke cigs and an occasional joint if an older kid happened to have one on him.

 

There was a security guard who used to roam the construction sites around us in a jeep. We thought he was a cool guy cuz he would buy us cokes and give us cigs. He was especially drawn to one kid from our gang who was being raised by a single mother. We later found out what was really happening on those occasions when they rode off together alone.

 

Once, when I was 8, my friends and I decided to go visit a friend who'd moved away to a nearby town. (approximately 20 miles away) We scrounged up enough change to get on the bus and go there. Once there, we didn't have the money to get back, so we had to beg the kid's older brother to give us money from his change jar. When I finally got home after dark, my parents were beside themselves with worry. I got a hell of an ass whoopin' for that.

Is this real life or a series of disturbing erotic vignettes like "Steps" by Jerzy Kosinski?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Is this real life or a series of disturbing erotic vignettes like "Steps" by Jerzy Kosinski?

All true.

Maybe I should write a book.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

i'm from a big family. fridays were pizza and bukkake night

 

 

:lol:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I'm a little concerned about your upcoming vacation

 

 

no animals will be harmed in the production of this vacation

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I had a cousin that I "played doctor" with a few times.

 

Also had a stepsister that was a knockout that I had one sexual encounter with,of course that doesn't count.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Yes. In fact, my fourth grade science fair project was investigating the effects of diddling my little brother. :thumbsup:

 

I was disqualified because they suspected my father helped. :(

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

i'm from a big family. fridays were pizza and bukkake night

 

hopefully on the pizza?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
Sign in to follow this  

×