I remember the day my dad decided to burden me with the ugly truth about how babies are made. I was 10 years old at that time.
Immediately after breakfast my dad asked me to join him in the living room. He shooed away my younger siblings so that the two of us could sit down alone. His mood was somber and resolute.
I sensed that I was in for a serious ass-chewing but couldn’t figure out why. My school grades were high. My room was no messier than usual. I hadn’t recently bludgeoned any of my little brothers or my little sister into obedient submission (though they each desperately deserved a good bludgeoning for foolishly allowing me to be older, bigger and stronger than they were).
My dad closed the door and asked me to be seated. He didn’t even seem angry.
Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance.
This was clearly going to be the mother of all ass chewings. Even though the ass chewing hadn’t even begun yet, I was already getting a lump in my throat.
“You’re getting closer to becoming a man,” my dad said, “so it’s about time we have a serious man-to-man talk about something that will soon become hugely important in your life.”
I thought my dad looked sad.
I was pretty sure the army was not drafting 10-year olds yet, so THAT probably wasn’t what this was all about.
In measured tones, my dad proceeded to tell me the grisly details of how babies are made.
I was aghast! Never in my life had I heard anything so brutally vulgar! I was absolutely certain I could never do anything so sordid.
I assured my dad that he needn’t worry about this. I would never do such a thing. In fact, I probably couldn’t bring myself to do anything like that even if it was demanded of me at gunpoint.
He smiled and said I would be surprised how soon my attitude about this would change.
This perplexed me even more. Why would my dad think such a thing? Did he really think I was that perverted?
There had to be a good explanation. But I couldn’t imagine what it was.
It was too early in the day for my dad to be drunk.
The shattering news about how babies were made only reinforced my conviction that the world of adults was unspeakably perverse - far worse than I could ever have imagined!
18 months later with a few milligrams of powerful new sex hormones coursing through my veins I found it necessary to reconsider my views on this issue. Another 12 months after that I was becoming desperate to give this marvelous perversity a try.
How did you react when you first learned the details about sex?

