Wednesday, March 31, 2010

growing up--part-7-of-10

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Growing up

Part-7-of-10

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I remember me and my brothers riding our bicycles all over town… my parent’s taught me to stand and give my bus seat to women or the elderly… we use to ride the bus for over an hour to get to the Marsalis zoo, summers at Galveston beach… we always had a family dog… homemade skateboards made with metal skates nailed to the board… and don’t forget Duncan yo-yos (a Duncan rep was always coming by the school at the end of the day putting on demos of fancy yo-yo tricks), silly putty, and slinkies …mine and my older brother’s Lionel trains set, turning out the lights so we could see the head light burning, and setting my transformer to 12 and watching my train jump the tracks …programs I watched growing up, the Wonderful World of Disney and the Mousekeeteers, Outer Limits, Bonanza, Man from Uncle, Gunsmoke, Gillian’s Island, Star Trek, the Adams family, the Munsters, I Dream of Genie, the Beverly Hillbillies, Lost in Space, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, Rawhide, Wagon Train, Paladin, the Jetsons, the Flintstones, the Jefferson’s, All in the Family, cartoons on Saturday mornings, Sky King, coco-puffs, sugar smacks, sugar pops, and Trix, and voting on whether the rabbit gets Trix… every Tuesday watching, Combat with Vic Morrow and Rick Jason… Elvis the Pelvis and later the Beatles on Ed Sullivan show.

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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

girls try each other..

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growing up--part-6-of-10

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Growing up

Part-6-of-10

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Teen Years------We didn’t face the risk of STD that the youths face today. There was no AIDS epidemic, and the invention of the birth control pill hadn’t as yet freed women from the fear of unwanted pregnancies. Prior to the ‘pill,’ guys and girls were both sexually repressed, girls more so that guys. Guys didn’t have to face the public censure and humiliation of an out of wedlock pregnancy. Back then if a girl had an out of wedlock child they actually labeled it a ‘bastard’ on the birth certificate…Because out of wedlock pregnancies weren’t socially acceptable, the poor unfortunate girl was branded a whore, a slut, or worse. They was, more often than not, shunned and ostracized by their own families and church, and in many cases they were even put out of the house by their families. When they did receive any support from their families, it usually consisted of being ‘sent away’ to a distant relative to have the baby in secret and to put it up for adoption. In those days, when a girl put a baby up for adoption she almost never even saw it. They often were never even told if it was a boy or a girl…

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Because of the fear of pregnancy instead of engaging in sex, guys and girls were more into kissing and what is now considered foreplay. The more girls that a guy kissed the bigger stud he was considered. After a guy and girl dated for a while, she might let him play with her breasts and eventually her pussy. Once they were engaged, if he was lucky, she might even play with his dick… It was fairly common in those days for a girl to date the same guy all through high school, graduate, and a month or two later marry him. If the boyfriend were older, they would get married shortly after he graduated. After all, the girl was going to be a stay at home mother so it didn’t matter whether she graduated or not. Even if they’d dated their fiancĂ© for two or three years, they were still almost always virgin brides. If sex did take place, it usually took place on prom night, or between graduation and the wedding ceremony. More often than not (even though the guy would rather die than admit it) the groom was also a virgin…

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That was another thing that I never understood. If we guys were all suppose to be such experts on sex and it was our job to teach our wives everything that they need to know about sex, and, if all brides were supposed to be virgins, where were us guys supposed to be getting all this vast store of sexual knowledge and experiences? Because Barbara had fucked the guy that she dated before me, by the prevailing moral and social standards (double-standard) that were in place in those days, had anyone known, she would have been considered a ‘slut’ and no decent guy would have publicly had anything to do with her. Oh, they would have happily fucked her in private. But, they would have walked right past her in the hall the next day at school without even speaking. In public it would have been as if she didn’t exist. Thanks to the good old ‘double-standard,’ she was a ‘slut’ for having premarital sex, but the guy was considered a real ‘stud’ for fucking her. I was even considered a ‘stud’ because of all the whores that I fucked while I was in the Navy…

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Then along came the ‘pill’, and overnight girls were freed from the fear of unwanted pregnancies. This freedom blossomed into the ‘sexual revolution.’ Coincidently, the beginning of this revolution is also about the time that Barbara and I started to have marital troubles and eventually split up… The only other incidents involving anyone other than myself were two girls in Junior High school. They got expelled and sent away by their families when they got caught messing with each other in gym class. That was how problems of a sexual nature, be it pregnancy or whatever, was handled in those days. The offending parties were sent away until things were forgotten and it was safe for them to come back. Except people in those days had long memories and things might not have been openly talked about, but they were never forgotten.

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Monday, March 29, 2010

growing up--part-5-of-10

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Growing Up

Part-5-of-10

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As a Teenager------My mother had one sister and five brothers… As I grew older by seeing my uncles use the bathroom in the field I found out that all five of my uncles were hung like mules… Every last one of them had at least 10-inches or better… Can you imagine how it felt to grow up with a 7 ½-inch cock when you think that 10-inches is average size?.. I took after my daddy’s side of the family… We only had average size cocks, but we could keep an erection for an hour or more …… Of course, I might not have actually been a late bloomer… I’d had hair under my arms and on my balls for about a year… And, I’d been seriously playing with my cock for probably a couple of years… But, when I jacked off, I always got scared and stopped before I’d have an orgasm. I think that I stopped because the first time that I’d gotten caught playing with my cock, my mother had called me a little pervert and strongly reprimanded me. And, as long as I can remember, Baptist preachers have been pounding it into teenagers’ heads that anything involving fun or sex was sinful. They had me convinced that sex outside of the sanctity of marriage and for any other purpose other than procreation was a mortal sin. Is it any wonder that my early years had been so adversely affected by all the ‘crap’ that the preachers and my mother drummed into my head as I was growing up? With a guilt trip like that, it’s a wonder that I was ever able to masturbate, much less ever had sex at all.

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I was a late bloomer in another way that I believe affected my life just as much as, if not more than, my late orgasms did. I was small for my age. When I went into the 12-grade I was only 5-foot 2-inches tall. What affected me more than being short was a growth spurt. When I graduated instead of being short for my age, I was 6-foot 3-inches tall. Guys that had picked on me at the start of the year because they were bigger than me were now as much as 6-inches shorter than me. I’m a vindictive guy, so once I started growing I started looking up guys that picked on me when I was small and kicked their ass. As so as I graduated I went into the Navy. Then while I was in Navy I put on about 30-pounds of muscles and learned a lot more about dirty fighting, so when I got out I continued to look up guys and kick their ass.

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One guy that I’d whipped while I was still in high school, saw me out one evening and decided to get even for the whipping I’d given before. The guy was a real idiot… In high school, I’d caught him at the top of the stair and knocked him down the stairs (actually only ½ down to a landing), then smacked him a couple of times when he tried to get up. Now you’d think that would clue the guy in that I don’t play fair. He caught me at the tennis courts, jumped in my face and told me that he wanted satisfaction for high school… the poor fool never even threw a punch… as soon as he opened his mouth, I smacked the crap out of him with the tennis racket and then kicked his ass…

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There was only one guy that picked on me that I didn’t kick his ass. I’d been out of the Navy about six months when I saw him at the little league ball fields. He was standing by the fence watching the little league boys play. When I had an ass to kick it never mattered to me whether the guy was facing me or not, when I threw my first punch. As I stepped towards him and started my swing, a 5-year old kid stepped in between us and doubled up his fist, fully prepared to fight me rather than let me hit his father. The kid made me feel so bad that I dropped my hands and walked away. To this day I doubt if Randy Galloway knows that his son saved him from an ass whipping.

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Whatever the case, my sudden growth spurt had a profound affect on my personality. I became very aggressive.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010

growing up--part-4-of-10

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Growing up

Part-4-of-10
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Christmas decorations and ‘Merry Christmas’ signs "proudly" displayed in all the store windows and Christmas lights hanging from the light poles all up and down Main Street… People you met always said, “Merry Christmas” and meant it, stores played Christmas music, my parents would take us to down Dallas and the toy display in the store windows was something to behold. Lionel trains running around tracks laid out on magical display boards… Lionel Trains were king as a gift to a 10-year old boy… Daisy ‘Red Ryder’ bb guns… Roy Roger’s cap gun sets … I got the Lone Ranger cap gun set with two guns, the mask, and ‘real’ silver bullets… then later Mattel came out with its ‘Fanner-50 series’…that you could actually load like a real SAA Colt…it even shot plastic bullets…I was living large with that one and would play Cowboys all the time…I had the Roy Rogers town set with 2-inch high action figures… the Trigger figure was rearing up on his hind legs…Wore that one out.
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Saturday, March 27, 2010

growing up--part-3-of-10

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Growing Up
Part-3-of-10
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Growing up anytime generally is always seen as ‘better’ then being an adult simply because when you're 7-years old, you don't worry about bills, politics, and other stuff that you learn about as you grow older… As an adult you realize that the world is pretty messed up… The 50's were no exception. There was the Korean war which came very close to escalating to WWIII, the threat of nuclear annihilation from the USSR, bomb shelters, McCarthyism which targeted artists, writers, and liberals, and the fact that if you were any race other then white you'd probably have a pretty crappy time, be segregated from the community, and have less rights in general…We all tend to view our childhood through a largely subjective lens but the world really was a totally different place back then. Grand Prairie was and still is comprised of many different neighborhoods… back in those day there was no such thing as a mall…all the business were located down town…and on Saturday everyone ‘dress up’ and went downtown to shop and be seen…actually back in those days you almost had to be wearing a tie to take out the garbage…everyone knew their neighbors and you could leave home without locking your door without worrying about being robbed…I grew up in the 50's and 60's and I too recall my childhood fondly, never mind that my parents were not well-off, we didn’t get a TV until I was in the 4-grade and it was a Silvertone (Sears) black and white with rabbit ears…Ike was in the White House, the Soviet Union was still a very real threat but I was unaware or unconcerned about such things. All I knew was that it was fun to play in outside with my brothers… We would jump on our bike with our balls gloves and be gone for hours. Even though we had our ball gloves, that didn’t necessarily mean that we’d play ball…it was like the string in our pocket…you never knew when you were going to run up on a creek and need the string to catch crawfish… or run up on a ball game and need your glove…while we were out we could have ended up sliding down a grassy hill on cardboard, our playing in the woods, or picking up empty soft drink bottles for the deposit…Life was literally much simpler because I was a child. I’m sure that its the same with everyone regardless of the era…
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Friday, March 26, 2010

growing up--part-2-of-10

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Growing Up

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Living on Avion Village through the 5-grade, then daddy bought a house in Indian Hills near Cottonwood park… school, and walking to and from school by myself through junior high because it was safe to so do back then. Gosden’s Grocery on 8-th Street, if I remember correctly…The wooded area behind the school where we caught crayfish out of the creek and where we use to slid down a grassy hill on cardboard. Turner park public swimming pool… the huge hamburgers that they served at the Griddle System hamburger place… the ice cream cones from the Dairy Cream … the Up-Town theater that didn’t allow unescorted children and the Wings Theater that charged kids 9-cents I think…Jerry Silvers the manager, use to have Kiddy movies every Wednesday at the Wings…admission was a free ticket given out by participating merchants as a reward for purchases… Robert E. Lee Junior High (yes, junior high, Hill Middle School) was the 7-th through the 9-th grade. The mascot was the Golden Bears…Grand Prairie High, affectionately known as ‘Geep’ high to us students, went from 10-th through 12-th… and the mascot was a ‘Gopher’ …“ Leaving campus for the lunch hour, even in grade school… the 2-favorites in junior high was the Coney Island that specialized in hotdogs and the Dairy Cream for hamburgers…School dances barefooted on the gym floor... there was NO Dallas cowboys…The big trip for graduating 9-th grader was a family out at either Galveston or Turner Falls…The opening of Six-Flags Over Texas amusement park…Getting on a boat and taking the LaSalle riverboat ride…my first pocket size transistor radio…riding on the back of an elephant and a camel at the traveling circus…. Metal skates with skate keys (not roller-blades) that you wore over your shoes, until you could go to the Skating Rink on main street on Saturday mornings… it use to cost 50-cents admission and $1 skate rental…the people that owned the roller Rink like me so they sold me a pair of skate for $30…(I just paid almost $200 for an equivalent pair for my granddaughter)…I paid $5 down and every time I went skating the $1 I usually paid for rental was applied to my skates…the on catch was the skates were kept in a locker at the rink and I couldn’t take them home until they were paid for…No all night TV programming and the American Flag flying late at night and a picture of one of the FBI’s 10- most wanted…there was only 3-TV stations until channel 11 came along…channel 11 entertained us with ‘Three Stooges’ re-runs, ‘The Little Rascals’ with Spanky McFarland, Robert Blake (later played Beretta) Buck Wheat, Dora, and Alfalfa…and ‘The Slam-Bang Theater’ with Icky Twerp…Safeway stores that were meant for picking up food, not other people…And like another said, it may be that we were young, and not having the responsibilities we do now as grownups makes a difference. But I miss the days when I could walk anywhere in town 24/7 alone, even as a 6 or 7-year old…And I hate being a sanctuary City, the tolerance and the lax enforcement of laws… there’s now too much tolerance and not enough respect for others…

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Thursday, March 25, 2010

growing up--part-1-of-10


Growing Up

Part-1-of-10

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As a kid------When I was a kid things were so much different than things today that it's like another planet. For instance we got a coke about once, MAYBE twice a month...we would walk about 3-miles to town and shop...then walk 3-miles home carrying what we bought...about 1/2 way home we'd stop at the Cicero’s drug store and get a soda-fountain coke (.05)...there was my 2-brothers, my cousin (year older than me, daddy took him to raise when his mother died), and my mother...total .25...for some reason the soda-fountain lady liked me so she'd always put a little squirt of cherry in my coke (normally an extra charge) ... my mother hated it so bad because the lady liked me, that when we left the drug store with in about 2-blocks she'd find an excuse to slap me...when I say slap, I mean hard enough for me to see double for a few minutes... I was only 7 or 8-years-old .…. Due, I think to my Indian blood, I was a late bloomer….no hair under my arms or pubic area until I was nearly 15… no hair on my chest and didn’t shave until I was 25… My sex life, like that of all typical teenagers, commenced with me playing with my cock… Actually, I think that I must have always played with my tiny little uncut penis… I remember getting in trouble for playing with it when I was very young… I couldn’t have been any more than four-years old because we still lived in Dallas near the Veteran's Hospital (actually here it is nearly 60 years later and I'm back in my old neighborhood)… It didn’t matter if I was outside playing or what, if I had to go to the bathroom, I’d take my little penis out and play with it until I got to the bathroom… I was fascinated with peeling back its foreskin, so that I could admire its cute little reddish-blue head …… For whatever reason, I was a late bloomer and I didn't have my first orgasm until I was fifteen-years old… Actually I may have been able to cum sooner, but I was afraid to jack off… I’d start stroking my cock until it would start feeling good… Then I’d think about all the horseshit that the preachers were always spouting and I’d get scared and stop …… Whatever the case, the first time that I had an orgasm, it happened in my brown four-door 1953 Bellaire Chevrolet in the Junior High School (now middle school) parking lot… My mother was working at the concession stand during the game and I had to picker her up when she got off work… My balls had been feeling funny all day… For some reason they'd been especially tingly on the way over to pick her up… It was dark when I got there, so as soon as I parked, I started rubbing my tingly crotch… Before I realized what I was doing, I had my cock out and I was jacking off… As I vigorously stroked my hard cock, the pressure in my balls started to building up, and continued to grow up until they felt almost as big as a pair of basketballs… When my balls finally exploded, not only did my semen spray over a foot up into the air, but also it was the most intense and fantastic sensation that I'd ever experienced in my life… My first orgasm was like an electric light show going off in my head. The lights were so real that I was sure that everyone must have seen them. I was still so utterly amazed, that when my mother walked up to the car, she almost caught me with my limp cock still in my hand... After that, I started jacking off on a daily basis… I was young dumb and full of cum, but after the car incident I was smart enough to do it in the bathroom with the door lock... I didn't want anyone to catch me with my cock in my hand. My teenager balls were so full of cum and my orgasm so powerful (My teenager balls were so full of cum and my orgasm so powerful, that I had to be careful not to spew it all over my face) that several times I spewed cum like a foot or so in the air...once I started, I jacked off almost everyday right up to my wedding night when I started fucking Barbara on a regular basis… Even then, sometimes I jacked off just for the sheer pleasure of watching my 'cum' spew out of my pee hole and into the air……
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welcome

welcome, I think I'll strat this blog by telling my life story...