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A sweetandspicy story... Here's a biography on how virgin Major became...well...just Major...         . . .  . . . . MajorEasy's Blog... There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting...... |
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It was tough growing up in Scotland...I arrived when I was 13 years old...spoke very little English (well...I knew words like fuck, shit and dammit...yet they were not enough for me to fit into normal society...go figure...) and having spent 7 years in Singapore before that, the 40-degrees-below-zero winter was a slight shock to the system. In a boarding school where the first nut-case headmaster, a hundred odd years ago, decided that boys will become men only if pushed. Therefore, we were not allowed hats, gloves, ties and scarves...errrmm...and a rather unique environment where heaters everywhere were shut off by 10 pm... Unfortunately for me, my chest refused to become hairy and in class, it got so cold that I couldn't hold a pen properly...the first winter was extreme...I remember sleeping with long johns under my PJ, under my sweater and pants, under my dressing gown, under my sport coat, under my duffle coat, together with all the socks I owned...all under 6 thick blankets (they wouldn't give me any more...) and two extra-large hot water bottles...yet I was freezing my nuts off, every night... What I'm trying to say is...I really wanted to fit in...despite being so totally different from the other boys...I wanted to be normal, as compared to them...so I forced myself to immerse...by the second winter, I slept with just my PJ bottom, one layer of blanket and a hot water bottle...I played in the snow with the boys wearing only shirt-sleeve...sweaters only came on after dark...Kilts on sundays and swimming in the river when it was not snowing all became part of life...I was becoming a man!! With environment conquered...my battle turned to the social element...if rugby is the way to gain respect...I'll play it...and played hard I did...by the time I was 15, I was in the Colts team...a select group ready to force our way into the big league...the school's 1st XV...and I had only broken my nose twice, and my collar bone once, all on the field of play...so not too bad considering... Like any other boys games...we had rituals and traditions to pass in order to be accepted...and each of us had to do something brave, as ordered by the first teamers, and then hope we qualify. My job was relatively simple...a stone's throw from our school sits a small little pharmacy, owned by an old woman...oh...did I mention that the boys at our school were not well liked by the locals...little rich boys, they always called us...snobs...fairy boys...and other names I couldn't spell then nor now (if you can understand those thick and varied Scottish accents, you're more Celt than I ever will be...)..and Mrs. Williams, the pharmacy witch was no different...she took our money, don't be silly, but hated the idea of having any of us seen in her shop...anyways...my job...was to go to the pharmacy...ask her which condom was best for preventing a man from coming too quickly...get her to write down the instructions of use...buy a pack and come back...too easy??? Now, I hope you understand the enormity of my task... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) I spent a whole day working out a strategy...while the other boys could sneak into town in faded torn jeans, a worn and cheap fake-leather jacket, and pass off as a local (usually until they spoke...public school boys have never mastered the gruffness of tone used by the uneducated...although that dress code was highly illegal as far as the school was concerned...)...I had a totally different problem...in a town of 2000 people and a school of 320 faculty and boys...there were only three Asian faces...the other two belonged to a nipper (He was 8 years old...and cute...) named Seto, who came from Hong Kong; and a Mr. Choo, who was the chef in the only semi-Chinese restaurant at the edge of town. Heh heh...impossible to pretend I was local, and highly unworkable to pretend I was from out of town...I was 15 years old for heaven sake...strapping as I was... My plan eventually revolved around the truth...if I told her my predicament, maybe Mrs. Williams would help me enough to get me out of her store quickly... I told John my plan and we headed off into town. John was a year older, and his job was to make sure I carried out my task...instead of bribing / bullying some other underlings to do it for me... It was an honour to have John with me...his father was a peer of some variety, and we have been practising calling John, 'My Lord', for the time when he's old enough to rock into the House of Lords... The moment we entered the store though, it was plain to us that my plan hit a snag...instead of the wrinkled-faced, always-in-a-foul-mood, fire-breathing Mrs. Williams, a young woman stood behind the counter...John and I looked at each other and I can see his eyes laughing.... I needed help and I asked John to go find out who she was...he didn't like that idea, and argued that since I was going to talk to her anyway, why don't I find out at the same time. I really hate people with such sound logic!! I pleaded with him...that if he found out, I had time to think of a better approach; but if I did it, and crash and burn in the process, then there was no way I could get any help from her there after...I can tell he hated people with sound logic too, especially those with sounder logic than his...so he dragged himself up to the counter... When he returned...he declared that the young lady was Mrs. Williams' granddaughter...I tweaked my plan, and decided that charm and wit should carry me through...of course, a good dose of lies always help too... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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8/14/2006 8:03 pm |
Hey, i wld love to know more of ur stories like that.. How our Major become a man.. hehe.. 
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I just knew that lethal charm of yours was going to be your ticket in, even with the old lady.  The question is... will it be enough to carry the day? You lied to the young lady?  ..tsk tsk...not really your style...but we'll excuse it because of your tender age...    Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss  
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Hey, i wld love to know more of ur stories like that.. How our Major become a man.. hehe..  Heh heh...if you were more supportive of my earlier stories...you would have gotten a lot more by now...  . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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I just knew that lethal charm of yours was going to be your ticket in, even with the old lady. The question is... will it be enough to carry the day? You lied to the young lady? ..tsk tsk...not really your style...but we'll excuse it because of your tender age... Well...it took a few tries at lying to figure out I suck at it big time...which helped me conclude that wit and charm are better for me... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) On shaky legs, I walked out of the store for a breath of fresh air...it was getting cold but the chilled air did nothing to ease my jack-hammering heart.... John came after me out of concern that I'm backing out...I whispered quickly to him to get back inside...no need for the young lady to know we knew each other... As I paced around and inhaled so hard that I was light-headed...I glanced casually inside and noticed that there weren't many people in the store...perhaps two guys, a couple and one woman...and they were pretty far from the counter at the time...granddaughter was at the counter reading a magazine...with the final mental pep-talk done...I yanked open the door with purpose...and sauntered over to the counter...the young lass looked up and smiled at me... "Hi there, how are you this evening?" I said as I kept my lookout for the other people in the store... "I'm fine, ta, how about yourself?" She asked back cheerily... My heart thudded...she was much prettier than I thought and her voice...man...if angels could speak...this would be the voice...and her dimpled smile...those moist cherry lips...fortunately...my well trained and disciplined mind clicked into gear...Focus!! It commanded... "I'm good thanks...where's Gail?" I tried not to look at her face... Her eyebrows arched up and she lost her smile for a second...but she recovered quickly..."oh, she's not in today, is there anything I can help you with?" I knew that would throw her a little...Gail is Mrs. Williams' first name, and I'm quite sure no one has called her that in the last 30 years...at least not to her face or to someone who knew her... I put on my pained expression...shook my head and sighed... "What's wrong?" She asked...actually concerned. I leaned in and in a hushed voice..."You see, Gail and I were working on my project. She gave me some advice but it didn't work out. I was hoping she would be around so we can discuss it more in detail..." She frowned..."Maybe I can help?" I shook my head again..."it's rather delicate, and I'm not sure she'd want a young lady like yourself to be involved." She laughed...out loud but softly...I wanted to run out and keep on running...my face burned and the only thing that stopped me fleeing, was her...her body shook lightly as she laughed and her eyes sparkled...I was mesmerised... "Young lady? hahaha...How old are you young sir?" She asked, wiping a tear from her eyes... "Well...to be precise...I'll be 16 in two months..." I replied indignantly...well...I'd be 16 in three months...but a month here and there never killed anyone... She settled down..."Righto, I'm 22, so whatever you can discuss with her should be right with me." I thought to myself...forget it, this girl's smarter than I thought, give it up...crawl back to the guys and ask for another task... "You really think so?" I asked...just to stall...John was down the aisle looking at us...let's not make the retreat look too hasty... She nodded and waited...pushing her magazine to one side... What the heck...give it a go; my mind said...John may laugh about it well into our 80s, but he'll never know the manner in which I failed. "See, Miss Williams..." I began... "MacGuire...Beverly MacGuire...please call me Beverly.." She interrupted...but sweetly... HUH?? Where was I?? (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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My dear Major, Did you ever think of taking up screen-writing? Your descriptions are like live-action scenes. I barely need my imagination to get the picture into my mind. And I'm happy to see you haven't told any whoppers, at least not yet. Hope the shop stays quiet.... I'm waiting for her to play with her hair but I suppose given the cold weather she's all covered up... so you're probably safe. By the way, just how far back did that hair thing start?  Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss
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Thanks sweetie... ...during my degree course, many moons ago, I did a minor in Drama, which I guess became more a part of me than I even knew...She did play with her hair...more a cute flick every now and then...I loved it but it's not the universe-stopping movement we now know about, ermm, I need her arms to be bare, remember??...but adding all that would drag the story out far too much ...I also didn't mention her scent yet...a sweet, light, almost undetectable smell only a girl could produce...a mixture of soap, shampoo, lip gloss, hair spray, perfume...thrown in with her natural scent...heavenly... And neither have I touch on how her sweater made her body ever so shapely...rounding her out in places that leaves very little to the imagination...begging to be touched... And also the way she stood.....well...I guess you get the picture... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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*rolls eyeballs* Oh, poodles! You’re a prolific Babara Cartland in pink tulle you are. Sorry, I'm a bit lacking in suppliant syncophantisms this morning... what with the pic of your corrugated abdominals doing distracting things to my retinas. (sweetandspicy...if you're reading this my dear...THIS, is one universe-stopping moment for me...my one true love not only dropped by...she left words...I'm so happy I might burst... )Hi there my warm pecan-pie....  Thanks for dropping by... Didn't think Cartland is something you'd like...but hey...I'll take it as a compliment...(but still no word from you on my other literary attempts...  )Oh my blurry-visioned-one...my corrugated abdomen need not distract your retinas only...it can distract any part of you that you wish...in fact...my entire body is yours to use and abuse...whenever you want... P/S- heyyyy...you never said if it was you I saw... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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*rolls eyeballs* Oh, poodles! You’re a prolific Babara Cartland in pink tulle you are. Sorry, I'm a bit lacking in suppliant syncophantisms this morning... what with the pic of your corrugated abdominals doing distracting things to my retinas. (sweetandspicy...if you're reading this my dear...THIS, is one universe-stopping moment for me...my one true love not only dropped by...she left words...I'm so happy I might burst... )Hi there my warm pecan-pie.... Thanks for dropping by... Didn't think Cartland is something you'd like...but hey...I'll take it as a compliment...(but still no word from you on my other literary attempts... )Oh my blurry-visioned-one...my corrugated abdomen need not distract your retinas only...it can distract any part of you that you wish...in fact...my entire body is yours to use and abuse...whenever you want...  P/S- heyyyy...you never said if it was you I saw... "You don't have to be rich to be my girl You don't have to be cool to rule my world Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with I just want your extra time and your KISS I think I'd better dance now....." (TJ) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Hahahaha...my sweetness...please...please don't call my only ture love; cunt... I can see her pouting as she reads this... Thanks my dear...I like it that you enjoy reading my stories... And yeah...she had a blog...I loved it and visited everyday...but then...not many understood what she was talking about (Quite a bit of it left skid marks on top of my head too...) so she shut it down...*sigh*...misunderstood...just like Vincent... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) I swallowed hard... "You see, Beverly..." (there...I was a poet even at the tender age of 15... )...I began..."thing is...it's quite embarrassing...you sure you want to know?"She just looked at me...this girl had nerves of steel... "Alright then..." My mind worked overtime to come up with the new story..."I was in here a few days ago for my friend, and Gail helped me with his problem..." I fought the urge to blink... "Yes...?" She was paying more attention than I wanted... "My friend...how should I say this..." I looked around as if I was searching for the right words..."he has a problem during sex..." "Oh?" She cooed...guess not many people discussed sex in this small town... "Yeah...a shame really...a nice guy and all..." it was all I could do to keep a straight face..."but you see...he comes too quickly...you know what I mean?" She simply nodded...I wasn't sure, but there was a slight blush...at least I hoped there was... "So anyway," I wanted to get quickly into the plot..."I discussed with Gail and she recommended a particular condom..." reaching out, I plucked a blue box from the stand..."this one, in fact...but it didn't work." She smiled..."Are you sure she recommended that one?" I just gaped at her...what did I do wrong now?? "Says here..." she took it from my hand and pointed..."extra sensitive for a better feel...not sure why gram would recommend it..." Now I was sure I blushed...and her eyes twinkled with delight... "Ummm....ahhhh...errrr...maybe that's why it didn't work..." I had to say something..."what would YOU recommend?" Biting her lower lip...she shook her head...then walked up to the stand holding more condoms than I'd ever need in one life-time...after studying a few...she pushed one towards me... I picked it up...extra thick for longer lasting pleasure...sounds like the one... I smiled at her (that's what I aimed for, but I'm sure my smile came out more a grimace)..."Ah ha...this might work...what's the instruction of use?" "I beg your pardon?" She blinked...then blinked again... "I mean...how does one use this..." I ventured... She just cracked up...dear god...she laughed like she's watching the best comedy ever....I looked around for a shovel to dig a hole big enough for my mouth... When she stopped laughing...after like 2 years or so...she looked at me again..."are you serious?"...then came another round of that uncontrollable laughter...I didn't mind the laughing...but must she smack the counter top and jump up and down repeatedly as well?? I turned towards John and shook my head in disbelief...and his face was contorted from laugh suppression...the bastard!!!  "OK...enough.." I was a little miffed..."are you going to help me or not?" Finally...her laughter subsided...but she made a long dragged-out whining sound...you know...the type when a person sucks in air to replace breath wasted on laughing at others??...But my heart stopped too...she was quite a sight...her face flushed and her body still shaking...I didn't know it then...but that was mightily close to love... When she composed herself...she just grinned at me... "Well?" I asked again...determined yet couldn't take my eyes of her...she’s quite the vision... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) I swallowed hard... "You see, Beverly..." (there...I was a poet even at the tender age of 15... )...I began..."thing is...it's quite embarrassing...you sure you want to know?"She just looked at me...this girl had nerves of steel... "Alright then..." My mind worked overtime to come up with the new story..."I was in here a few days ago for my friend, and Gail helped me with his problem..." I fought the urge to blink... "Yes...?" She was paying more attention than I wanted... "My friend...how should I say this..." I looked around as if I was searching for the right words..."he has a problem during sex..." "Oh?" She cooed...guess not many people discussed sex in this small town... "Yeah...a shame really...a nice guy and all..." it was all I could do to keep a straight face..."but you see...he comes too quickly...you know what I mean?" She simply nodded...I wasn't sure, but there was a slight blush...at least I hoped there was... "So anyway," I wanted to get quickly into the plot..."I discussed with Gail and she recommended a particular condom..." reaching out, I plucked a blue box from the stand..."this one, in fact...but it didn't work." She smiled..."Are you sure she recommended that one?" I just gaped at her...what did I do wrong now?? "Says here..." she took it from my hand and pointed..."extra sensitive for a better feel...not sure why gram would recommend it..." Now I was sure I blushed...and her eyes twinkled with delight... "Ummm....ahhhh...errrr...maybe that's why it didn't work..." I had to say something..."what would YOU recommend?" Biting her lower lip...she shook her head...then walked up to the stand holding more condoms than I'd ever need in one life-time...after studying a few...she pushed one towards me... I picked it up...extra thick for longer lasting pleasure...sounds like the one... I smiled at her (that's what I aimed for, but I'm sure my smile came out more a grimace)..."Ah ha...this might work...what's the instruction of use?" "I beg your pardon?" She blinked...then blinked again... "I mean...how does one use this..." I ventured... She just cracked up...dear god...she laughed like she's watching the best comedy ever....I looked around for a shovel to dig a hole big enough for my mouth... When she stopped laughing...after like 2 years or so...she looked at me again..."are you serious?"...then came another round of that uncontrollable laughter...I didn't mind the laughing...but must she smack the counter top and jump up and down repeatedly as well?? I turned towards John and shook my head in disbelief...and his face was contorted from laugh suppression...the bastard!!! "OK...enough.." I was a little miffed..."are you going to help me or not?" Finally...her laughter subsided...but she made a long dragged-out whining sound...you know...the type when a person sucks in air to replace breath wasted on laughing at others??...But my heart stopped too...she was quite a sight...her face flushed and her body still shaking...I didn't know it then...but that was mightily close to love... When she composed herself...she just grinned at me... "Well?" I asked again...determined yet couldn't take my eyes off her...she’s quite the vision... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) Before I go on with the story...I feel a need to set the situation up properly...at the moment, y'all haven't the foggiest on my sexual experience up to that point of my life... Like any boy of 15 (during that time...now, it might be truer for 13 year olds...they do mature a lot faster...it's all them nuclear tests, acid rain and so on...)...it didn't take much more than light perfume in the air and a raging hard-on is on the cards...in fact, it happened so often, I've learned to ignore it... I've had my privates handled by female hands before...but was unaware of it ever being sexual...and certainly nothing since puberty...oh...there was this nurse...hmmm...never mind...she did some tests and concluded that it was in working order...I had no idea what she was talking about...(yeah...some of you might understand this...she was talking cock...literally... )There were a few school dances with a group of girls from different all-girl schools...and those were our only chance to get our hands on female bodies...if we were lucky...we got to dance real close to them...I've kissed quite a few (it was weird...we could kiss three or four girls in one evening...and no one ever accused us of being inappropriate...might that be the reason for guys thinking that it's acceptable to be with a few women at the same time?? Or could that be the cause for commitment phobia later on in our lives??  )....anyway...kissed a fair few and got to rub myself on some of them...girls felt good to hold...they smelt nice, had soft bodies and didn't mind us pushing our boners into their bellies...in one particular case...she grinded back and I had to make a quick, red-faced trip back to my room to change my underwear...to my surprise, instead of being upset...she kissed me with more vigour when I got back...perchance she liked her effect on me??Nevertheless...being brought up as gentlemen...we seldom let our hands drift down to the girls' buttocks (see how well brought up I was?? )...and never ever to their breasts...others were always watching...as cool as it would be to succeed...we'd never live it down if we got slapped in the face for such a trespass....We talked about scoring but never knew what it entailed...being alone in any room with a girl for longer than 5 minutes was an heroic feat, even though the girl could be merely fixing her hair and not even know the guy was there...didn't matter...songs and stories were written up and shared on such out-of-this-world experiences...and the guy attained cult status and could tell the rest of us mortals how it was the best sex he has ever had...for days, even months after (during the slower, no arranged-dance months...Hmmmm....come to think of it...this could be the reason why guys would gather in bars later in life and exaggerate any sexual exploits, giving little to no details...at that age...we had none...) And the only scoring that mattered was to get our hands on the latest issue of any hard-core porn mag. floating around...please remember...these were days well before the internet, and we didn't even have a VCR... therefore...we thought we knew about sex...we've seen the pics, and we certainly knew the body parts...but the closest most of us ever got to it…since 5-7 boys shared a room…was a trip to the loo with said porn mag. tugged strategically into the back of our pants, under our jackets...and a while later, re-emerge from the loo, a little short of breath, nicely flushed (both the boy and the toilet...), but very relieved....oh...and hands that needed washing...no…not the regular wash…with soap… As to condoms…I knew it was used to prevent pregnancy…how so was never quite clear…STD wasn’t big then…at least not in our neck of the woods…so there was never an occasion where a serious discussion on condoms was warranted…the only information filtered down was this…make sure we have at least one condom in our wallet if we’re even thinking about meeting a girl alone…don’t worry…the girl will know what to do with it…it is she who will get pregnant in any case…but bring it to protect yourself…she might just finger you in a line up….(sheesh…that’s quite an image huh?? That last line…I’d like to have a condom just for that occasion… So all in all...being face to face with a female person...and having nothing proper to discuss was a rather bizarre occurrence...and to actually talk about sexual things was unheard of...and as you can see...this is exactly where I was.... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Wow...thanks for sharing sweetie...your few lines are more erotic than my many pages can ever get... But you're absolutely right...days of innocence are so bitter sweet...it doesn't matter though...they will always be a part of us...and we'll remember them fondly for the rest of our lives... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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So sorry sweetandspicy...I just found out something not quite right about some people who visit my blog...I've lost any motivation left to continue this story at the moment...give me a little while to ban those misusing information I give out in here...hope you can wait... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog... There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Wow! Sorry to hear you've got a new set of blog troubles. I had hoped that the gossip thing would die and we could get back to normalcy...  Of course I can wait, I already know some of it anyway. If you want to talk, you have my email. It's really a shame, because blogging has become a world-wide way for people to interact with others they know and also those they don't know. I have to wonder how many other sincere bloggers have quit or gone 'underground' because of the few bad apples. Please remember that you have many true friends. Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss
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Thanks sweetie...will get back to you through email soon... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog... There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Ahhh...what the hey...no point preventing those I like from reading my story because some idiots are well...being idiots... Seems I can't do much about them...so let's continue... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) She held her chest from the heavy breathing and asked..."What do you need? A drawing?" My face and neck burned...and I knew that she knows I'm in over my head..."Nah...I'm ok with it...it's my friend, see...he needs precise instructions or he'll mess it up again..." "Oh..." her eyes laughing..."So you DO know how to use a condom then?" I nodded with faked authority..."But of course..." "It's for your friend?" She opened a drawer and took out some blank paper... I studied the package...it was the only way I knew to avoid having to answer her... She scribbled something in point form that I cannot understand...something about getting penis erect, then roll condom down the shaft...then after ejaculation, remove carefully...blah blah...I knew the words, just didn't know what it meant...I have only once seen those foil packages inside the box...and never a condom outside of the foil pack...I thought the foil pack was the contraceptive device...roll the foil thing down the penis??? What?? She must mean rub... I can't give the game away though...so I nodded as I read...giving her my approval.... "So..." Thought I better sound knowledgeable here...pointing at the box..."after use, he should simply put the foil thingy back in the box?" She stared at me in disbelieve...her eyes no longer laughing...it had pity or some emotion I dare not decipher... She frowned slightly...her nose wrinkled...her lips tilted upwards...and then that god awful laugh was back...however...I saw that she tried her best to suppress it this time...she was doubled over...her head rested on a hand on the counter...her body heaved as she sucked in breath for more laughter...I felt like a real dork...I was a real dork... A guy stepped closer to the counter... I pleaded with her...sheepishly..."Please...ok...so I have no idea how to use this...please...don't make a big thing out of this..." She showed remarkable restrain to hold her laughter in...accepted payment from the confused customer...and after he departed...she turned back to me...and I've never seen eyes with such gentleness before or since... "What's your name?" She asked... "Ermm...Major.." I said, not knowing why she needed my name...am I going to get busted?? (of course the name I gave her wasn't Major...but credit to her that she remembered my Chinese name...) "Alright Major, I think we have to start from the beginning for you to understand how to use a condom..." she announced....I wish she would stop saying the C word so loudly... "It's ok.." I assured her..."No need for me to understand really...I'll just buy it, and show him the instructions you've written, and he should be fine..." "Suit yourself," she smiled..."but don't blame me if he messes up because you can't explain it to him..." I was caught in two minds...what if I brought this thing back and the guys ask me how to use it?? The instructions should be enough...but what if? Then they make me come back here and I'll have to ask Mrs. Williams...god forbid...since I've already embarrassed myself with Beverly, why not get the information?? "Beverly?" I almost whispered..."Can you help me understand how to use this thing?"...my ears were burning hot before I even finished the question... "Sure, if you want.." She smiled again..."But not now...there are too many people in the store...come back in an hour, I'll explain it after I close up..." Cool...I could live with that...no prying eyes or ears...better for me...not even John will have to know... I paid for the package...and walked out of the store...John followed behind...his eyes asked a million questions...so I showed him the wee bag and the instruction sheet...he beamed.... On our way back...I suggested that we stop by a shop selling the best gelato in the world...funny thing...who'd thought that getting something frozen to eat would feel so good when it's already so cold outside... (to be continued....) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) After freezing ourselves both inside and out...I sent John back on his own...we were seldom let out of the school compound, and only after one turns 15 when allowances were given...even then, most will be frowned on for being seen in town for longer than necessary...John looked like he wanted to ask what I was up to...but he didn't dwell on it...it was my arse, not his...so he was happy to return to our sanctuary... I wandered around a book store till it was closing time...and I slipped into the pharmacy just in time...Beverly was switching lights off and locking up... She smiled at me as she busied herself...and I just stood beside the counter... When all was secured...she came back to the counter..."Shall the lesson begin?" She chuckled... I shrugged...not really sure what to expect...just praying that I won't make a fool of myself with my lack of important knowledge... again... She took an opened pack of condom from the drawer..."This was returned today...one had a tear...but since we're only going to use it for demonstration, it won't matter..." she spoke as she moved towards the back of the store... I listened but understood nothing...what tear?? And why won't it matter?? Dang...Human Biology was next term's work...I was clueless...don't blame me though...they never once showed a condom in those porn mags we so treasured... There was a small dimly lit pantry at the back...when we went inside, she switched off the lights in the store...and closed the door...she looked around the fridge and cupboards...I almost asked if she was hungry... "Oh dear...I thought we had bananas somewhere..." she hissed as she continued her search...when she decided she was getting nowhere...she sat down dejectedly... "Why would we need a banana?" I asked, uncertain how much had I given away in terms of stupidity... She grinned..."why, to show you how to use a condom..." then her smile faded and she shook her head...almost to herself... "Ah ha...I've got it..." she beamed suddenly and went back out to the store...when she returned, she was holding a hair brush...she studied the handle, then shook her head again..."Too small...and flat..." I was very confused...and was powerless to help, since I had no idea what she's on about... "What do you need?" I finally asked... "A phallic object we can put the condom on..." She started going through the cupboards again... A phall.. whaty??? I leaned against a table, half sat on it...not sure what was going on... "Bloody hell...can't find anything when we need it..." she cursed... "Look Beverly, don't worry about it...you can help me another time, ok?" I was hoping that she'd settle down...and if we couldn't do the lesson today...I might have a chance to ask her out for dinner...didn't know what that meant though...just was told that a guy should ask a girl out if he liked her... "No no...we'll make do..." she said with her head inside the fridge... When her face reappeared...it was clear that she had found nothing she could use...she sat down on a chair beside me...looked at the floor and huffed... I wanted to touch her...to reassure her that I'm not bothered...but I dared not even though my hand started to move towards her...I flinched when she suddenly looked up at me... "I have an idea...do you mind?" She asked with a smile... Seriously...maybe I haven't been in the country for too long...this woman was speaking in a manner I could not follow...mind what?? I frowned..."I don't understand..." "Never mind, it's silly..." she blushed... That blush piqued my interest...what was she thinking about... "No, go on...tell me...I really don't know what you want." I said... "Well...we could use you...you're here and..." her voice trailed off as she looked away... "What do you mean?" I was incredibly thick back then...not sure this condition improved very much over the years actually... "You're a man...we can put the condom on you and you'll know how...right?" She said again but her voice had a slight tremble in it...I liked it...her voice, not her idea... "Oh..." I was a little taken aback..."you think?" "Sure, alright, let get on with it. The sooner we start, the sooner we'll be done." She turned her chair to face me. "What do I do?" I genuinely wanted to know... "Just lower your pants..." she gestured, eyes shifting around my face but stayed away from my eyes... I sucked in air...thank god I didn't have a boner...would be so embarrassing...I unbuckled my belt with shaky hands, unzipped and lowered my pants to my knees... "Your briefs too" she pointed I don't know...mommy...this was getting weird... When I didn't move, she eased a finger on each side of my hips, inside the band of my briefs and gently yanked it down...I closed my eyes...earth calling Major...there's a girl's face a few inches from your p.p. Nothing happened...so I opened my eyes...she was looking at my drooping penis... "Ok...now what?" I asked...my mouth dry... "This won't work..." she said softly... She cupped her hands onto my balls and I jumped... "Sorry..." she said, with apprehension in her voice.. "Cold...your hand.." I managed to speak... She laughed and removed her hand..."So sorry..."...and she breathed into her hands and rubbed them together...then she did it again...but when her hand was warmer, it wasn't too bad... Meanwhile, I was willing myself to stay down...don't get hard...it'll hit her in the face...and that's not cool... She rubbed my sac a little and it was getting harder to concentrate...the little fellow wanted to come out and play... She looked into my eyes..."Let me try something to help it along..." Before I could ask what...she tilted her head and took my whole penis into her mouth...oh fuck...there's no holding back now...I became hard in an instant... She kept my enlarging penis in her mouth...and she made a mmmmmm sound...it felt good...nothing I've ever experience before...but I wasn't sure how to react...when I was fully erect...she eased her mouth away and held my firm dick with a thumb and finger... (to be continued...) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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Sorry sweetie... I'm working myself up to a feature length erotic novel eventually...so it's logical that my stories will get longer and longer...run away when I start to give my stories chapters... . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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(cont) At this point, I stood on tip toes....my legs were shaky...my breathing laboured...it was so great I couldn't express it in any language...I gripped the edge of the table with all my might and strained to stay standing.... I looked down...she curled her right hand around my hardness, drew my foreskin back completely...this action sent a shiver all over my body...my eyes fixed at the tip of my glistening penis when she wrapped her lips around the head...I shuddered and pumped my semen straight into her mouth.... She let out a muted gasp and swallowed as fast as she could....I was merely a quivering and convulsing mess.... When I was done pulsing and twitching ..she sucked on me a few more times and then sat back... "Sorry..." was all I could manage...still breathing hard... She wiped her lips with the back of her left hand and grinned at me..."oh it's ok...but that's not the desired result at the moment..." then she chuckled... I wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment...then she made me feel better... "You taste great though...' smacking her lips for effect...and wiggled her eyebrows at me... I laughed..."Now what.." I was hoping for more of the same, obviously... "Well, we may have to wait a while now..." she stood up and took a box of chocolate drink from the fridge...offered it to me but I shook my head...she sat back down as she drank and with one hand, caressed my spent dick... "Maybe not..." she said in surprise as my penis started to harden again...he's in the mood to play now...and I was 15 years old...we could do this all night long and I don't think I'd have a problem... "Wow..." she said and she worked her hands to help me along... Once I was fully erect...she reached for the foil package on the table...I was disappointed... Ripping the pack open with her teeth, she took out a curious looking thingy from inside...then she placed it at the top of my penis... Hmmmm....I thought...what's this then... "Ok, this is how it's done," she said as she held the thing in place...she looked up at me to make sure I was paying attention...and proceeded to roll it down the length of my hardness...yuk...there's something gooey on it and it was snug...I didn't mind it only because her hands were right where I wanted them... "See?" she asked..."this is how to put it on..." I nodded..."and the taking off part?" "Oh, that'll have to wait till you do that thing again..." she mused and her eyes shined... "Why don't we just roll it off?" The smart Alec in me decided to help out... She laughed...her breasts shook...I'm staring at things I didn't dare to before..."we can do that now, but after you shoot a load into it, rolling it off will leak it everywhere..." "Oh..." I agreed...then I smiled, very pleased with myself..."that means we have to make it come again?" She bit her lower lip and wrinkled her nose...I knew I was in for some fun now... "We can't have you inside me...these ones are defective..." she said to herself... INSIDE her??? I never dreamt that far ahead...another blowjob would have suited me fine...my penis jumped in anticipation...my mouth became dry and I couldn't think straight...really????? She strengthened her grip and stroked my penis with her hand...and I wanted to tell her to stop...I was almost there again...I reached out with trembling hands and put them on her shoulders...I was aiming for her breasts but wasn't sure how I missed...she must have felt my penis jumped and pulsed and the head growing larger...she looked at me with a mischievous smile...and stroked me harder and firmer...it took only a few up and down and I unleashed another load into the condom...I saw how the tip turned white and ballooned a little... My breath was crushed out of me...my head spun...this was incredible!!! And her hands were still moving up and down and rubbing...I died right?? This is heaven right?? (to be continued....) . . . . . . . MajorEasy's Blog...There is no use getting, into heavy petting it only leads to trouble, and seat wetting......
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