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Subject: "Growing Up Big" Part IIIb
Date: Sun, 05 Feb 2006 15:07:00 -0800
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http://www.incesttabooo.com/growup.html
Growing Up Big
Part 3b
Mark and I got my dad's permission to set up a gym in the spare
room of
the basement. It had been carpeted, but just painted white and left by
the
builder. It had last been my slot car room and then my Lego room. We
started with a single bar set and a bench. When my dad saw that we
were
serious and hadn't lost interest in the fad, he bought me a good bench
with
leg and arm extensions and extra free weights for my birthday.
That was the summer going into seventh grade. Other than when one
of us
had team practice or something, Mark and I worked out together three
afternoons each week for the next three years until I moved. Besides
working
with Mark I worked my chest and arms each day. Mark was never a
serious
bodybuilder because it came so easy for him. I worked as hard as I
could
trying to look like him, while he tried to get his dick like mine. At
the
time we both thought it was grossly unfair. In the end I could pump
pretty
heavy weight and was just starting to get some muscle definition. He
would
jerk the weights around like they were toys and then stand up looking
like a
Mr. Olympia contestant. Just to piss me off he would flex all the
poses that
showed his definition. Just to piss him off I would get even by just
standing there and slowly getting hard. On most days we would end up
working
on each other's dicks.
Seventh and eighth grades were notably uneventful in my sexual
growing
up. Brenda and I stayed together. When she actually got to high
school she
found some really good friends who ignored her reputation and saw her
brain
and humor. The sophmores and juniors she now dated occasionally would
double
with the two of us when she was going out with me. My mom objected to
the
high school parties. It was about this time that my dad came down one
night
to talk to be about the "birds and the bees." (Yes, he actually said
that.
Parents do.) He stumbled and stammered and finally said "I wish your
brother were still home to help me with this." I laughed. "What's
funny?"
my dad snapped at me.
"Dad," I said in my slow, aren't you a dumb parent voice, "I've
known
about that stuff for years. Danny taught me about most of that stuff
in
fourth and fifth grade. And besides, I've been sexually active for at
least
two years." My dad look dumbfounded.
"But what about safety, you know, getting a girl preganat and
AIDS."
"Here." I got up, grabbed my gym bag, and tossed it to my dad.
"Look
inside. All fresh latex. All lubricated, all with spermicide. And I
never
have sex with someone I don't already know well."
"Oh, uhh ..." my dad hesitated, "does Danny get this stuff for
you?"
"Papa, Danny's at college," I shook my head in disbelief, " any
girl or
guy can pick whatever condoms they want from the display in Osco. Even
the
clerks don't laugh unless you buy a whole box of each kind at a time."
To my
knowledge my father has not been inside any store except a tool store
in my
entire lifetime.
I told my dad (without all the gorry details) about having a big
cock
since fourth grade. Somehow after the last two years it was not hard
to talk
about. Because my dad is such a cool (but often oblivious) person, he
listened and didn't interrupt. "How do you think I ended up going
steady
with a girl who only dated high school guys before she met me?" I
asked.
(When I called Danny later that night we both laughed like crazy. It
seems
he had a very similar talk from dad when he was a sophmore. He told
dad
almost the same thing about he was OK, and it was two years too late
anyway.
Obviously my parents had decided to get ahead of things this time, but
missed again.)
"Well, OK," said my dad finally, "but what am I supposed to tell
your
mother?"
"Tell her that I am happy, safe, school did a fantastic job in
fifth
grade sex ed (the teacher really did). Tell her I promise not to get
Brenda
or anybody else pregnant. Tell her I won't smoke and drink at any high
school parties, and I'll come home if there are any drugs at all."
Well,
that worked. Except for some mild drinking later I have always kept my
part
of the bargain. My mom even took me to Brenda's that Friday where the
other
couple picked us up.
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