How Did You React When You Were First Told About Sex?
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
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?
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?
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There came a point where my balls were producing my own body weight in testosterone on a daily basis, and I had a profound philosophical shift towards sex.
Later she asked if I thought it was fun and I shrugged and said it wasn’t terrible but I don’t get it where the fun is.
Looking back, idk how a five year old was that sexually precocious. I hope she wasn’t molested or anything :(
As far as my parents go, I do remember being in middle school and my dad was dating some woman. My mother was very displeased and started ranting a lot of angry and unflattering things about my dad’s bedroom perfomance, that I shut my ears to while I retreated to my room to listen to Evanescence.
My “normal” matter-of-fact education came about in the fifth grade with an abstinence-is-good message.
It was very matter of fact, so I didn't think too much of it.
I was the oldest of 5 kids. I didn’t ask my dad about it but I also assumed that he and my mom had, out of a sense of duty, forced themselves to “do it” exactly 5 times in order to have 5 kids.
I imagined how relieved they undoubtedly were to get that horrendous obligation over with.
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Yeah, good point, and aren't we all?
I remember leaning about sex on the street and my parents didn't play any role at all. I guess I was sort of an odd kid (right @TxTitty?) and remember reading a book by Masters and Johnson (famous sex researchers) in high school).
I guess perverted minds all think alike.
Same thing occurred to me, but I didn’t care.
I had discovered my peepee years before.
I’ve been like a kid with a new toy ever since.
We used to ask girls to strip for us. Then one day we got one to let us run a train on her.... so...
You just can’t help but respect a girl like that.
Imbecility is a core ingredient of all comedy.
I regard Icey as a comedic artist.
Haha
“Calling out your attempt at slut shaming ...”
I thought YOU were slut shaming her by posting that she let you and your buddies “run a train on her.” If that was your idea of a compliment why didn’t you post her name and a photo? And, since you say you’re on the lookout for a new “main bitch” (as you so delicately put it), why don’t you look her up and, if she’s available, marry her?
What I said is that “you just can’t help but respect a girl like that.”
That’s not slut shaming.
It was meant as a compliment.
soliciting prostitutes is illegal and immoral when you're married.
No it’s really not
Reverend said "you can't help but respect a girl like that". Meaning simply, respect to that girl. And I have to agree. My earlier sex experiences were with girls who had also 'been around the block" a few times. So while it wasn't a train, you could call it a drive thru lane instead. Those girls to me were just as curious about sex as us boys were and weren't afraid (or taught) to be shy about it. I still respect girls like that, they're much more fun than prudes. As long as they protect themselves as necessary so as to not have 5 different baby daddies and 6 STDs.
i’m still learning!