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                              GROWING UP - MEMORIES
                                    By Stoney

        I remember being a young boy and the times that I became interested in
the body's sexual functions.  Of course I was not aware of the things that you
learn over a lifetime of growing up but I do have some fond memories of those
early childhood years and experimenting with sex.

    The first time that I masturbated I guess I was a young teen and I
remember that my cock got sore and the skin around the base of my cockhead
swelled up and formed a ring around my cock.  I was afraid that I did some
damage to my cock but was also afraid to tell anyone about it for fear they
would know what I did. After a few days the swelling subsided and I was
pleased to find out that I didn't do any damage.  Carefully I tried again and
still was not able to reach a climax but the feeling was more satisfying this
time.

    Some of the other boys on the block and myself got together and examined
each other genitals and we were a bunch of horny kids trying to find out about
sex.  Like most kids that age I was afraid to talk to my parents about it and
looking back I really don't know why.  Perhaps it was because I just had a
mother at this point because my father had divorced her and went to marry and
live with someone else.  I was not aware of it at the time because my mother
never spoke badly about my father so I never knew he was playing around till
later in life.  But at any rate the guys and I fooled around and pulled our
pants down and the like.  I guess all kids start about this way.  Curious as
to what the other kids are like.  One of our bunch told us his sister had
balls, one on each side of her cunt.  It is possible I guess and he thought
all women were like that.  I didn't think so and we tried to get him to
convince his sister to show us.  Never happened as you well can guess.

    Time marched on and I learned the pleasures of beating off and having my
cum fly out of the head of my cock.  It was a great feeling and I would
indulge myself when I could.  One of the great times of that age period was
the "de-pants club".  I guess we all had one in one way or another.  It was a
means of getting someone to pull down his or her pants to see what they were
hiding all of the rest of the time.  The best clubs were of course bi-sexual
but some were just the guys.

    Then of course there were the FORCED de-pants clubs.  Where a candidate
was not really willing and a few guys would grab the member to be (victim) and
then a member of the opposite sex if one was available would carefully open
the belt and remove the inductee's pants.  By this time the fight was mostly
gone since he or she had been de-pants and it was over or so they though. The
people holding the member would loosen their grip giving a false sense of
security as the person with the pants walked over to them and appeared to be
handing them back their pants.  The pants were dropped on the ground and the
person would reach for them only to find themself held in the bending position
as their remaining vestige of modesty was quickly lowered to the ground.
Embarrassment now reigned supreme as the victim was manipulated onto their
back and held in a spread eagle position.  From somewhere in the crow a
Polaroid camera appeared and a flash of light soon followed.  after the
appropriate time period the holder of the camera would indicate a satisfactory
picture had been obtained and would disappear.  The victim, thoroughly
embarrassed now was released and allowed to recover their clothing and their
modesty.

    Of course the person wanted to know what happened to the picture.  They
were told that the new member had the opportunity to look through the album
that the pictures were kept in since the ritual was only performed once and
the members would be members in good standing until they decided to leave the
club. They were informed that you could only look through the book once and to
insure that the member got a chance to see everyone they would have to attend
all future meetings.

    Now that they were a member they were encouraged to help enlist new
members. That was another advantage of keeping the photo record.  You knew who
all the members were even if they didn't attend the monthly meetings.  The
club became rather large and included almost all of the kids in the
neighborhood.  Those that were not members were not interested in becoming
one.  Of course that made any new kids on the block very popular with all the
members so that they may be the one to introduce them to the elite club they
belonged to.

    You see the recruiting member is the one that got to remove the clothing
of the inductee.  That was always a pleasure because in the struggle to get
the pants off there usually was the opportunity to cop a couple free feels.
At that age that by itself was fairly exciting.  The club grew to a point that
it became stagnant and the meetings drew less and less participation since
most of the excitement was the induction of new candidates.

    The gang was getting older and for excitement it was decided to start up a
poker club, of course since we didn't have any money to speak of it was to be
a strip poker club.  The girls didn't want to participate much and it ended up
with being a few of the guys playing strip poker.  Now and again we could talk
a few girls to joining the game and I guess subconsciously the boys got
together hoping that the girls would be the losers.  Then we went to a random
loss game.  That is that everyone would hold their cards to the bitter end and
the person with the absolute worse hand had to remove an item of clothing.  To
make it more fun we had the person with the highest hand do the removing.

    This of course reinstated some interest in the group, and of course we
were always ready to induct new members into the club. That became a
prerequisite for a seat in the poker game.  We would let all the members know
when we had a candidate for membership and most all of us would gather.
Little by little the club diminished as we grew older and as a person decided
to leave or was forced to move they would come and get their picture out of
the album and do with it as they pleased.  Lots of fond memories of those
days.  Lots of pictures of Cocks and Cunt to remind you that you were young
once.