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Date Posted: 23:41:33 12/05/14 Fri
In reply to: Paul 's message, "Re: Differences In Men By Ages" on 23:49:57 12/04/14 Thu
>When I was about 12 years old I spent the night at my
>best friends house for a sleep over. Me and Jack
>played outside all day and at night watched TV and
>listened to records. Well it was getting late and
>Jack's mom said it was time for bed, but we would have
>to take a bath first, she said she put clean sheets on
>the beds. Jack told me his mother was going to give me
>a bath. I told him I could wash myself. He said I
>don't think so. His mother was already putting water
>in the tub when I said I could wash myself. She said
>their was not enough time, that she would wash both of
>us. I could have died of embarrassment when she took
>off all my clothes and I was standing nude in front of
>Jack and his mother. She helped me into the tub, and
>then she stripped Jack and put him in the tub. It was
>old tube and big enough for both us. She was making
>small talk with us, asking if we had a nice day, as
>she washed me first. She washed me from head to toe,
>including my genitals. I remember her not using a wash
>cloth but her soft soapy hands. It felt sort of
>ticklish and I laughed as she washed me down their
>(she had long red nails and I think they tickled me as
>she washed me). Rick said look Paul'sticklish on his
>weenie. His mom said I know. I was not circumcised so
>his mom took the time to clean it outside and inside.
>As she washed it I got very hard and excited. After
>she was done washing me, I stood up to get out of the
>tub and Jack saw my erection. He laughed and told his
>mom look Paul is hard. His mom said he liked me
>washing is weenie. Then she dried me off with the
>towel and rubbed the towel all over me including
>between my legs. It was the first time I ever had a
>female touch my genitals. My mom always let me wash my
>own genitals since my 8.
When I was 13, I fell off my motorcycle and broke my right arm. My plaster cast went from my knuckles to my shoulder, so my right hand and arm were pretty much useless; plus, I couldn't get it wet.
Six weeks is a long time for a 13 year old boy to go without a bath, and it was about day 4 when my mom said that I had to get a bath, and because she was so busy, my older sister was going to have to help me. She was 16 at the time, and up till then, we never really did much together. In face, we never did anything together except live in the same house.
Anyway, the first bath was quite an ordeal - mostly for me; my sister just wanted to get it over with so she could get back on the phone to her friends. With the tub filled, she didn't miss a beat; she had my shirt off, pants unbuttoned and down before I had a moment to digest in my emerging adolesent mind what was happening. Then her fingers were inside the waistband of my Fruit of the Looms and down they went to my ankles. My young weiner flopping about right in front of her face as she helped me step out of them, and took off my socks with me partially leaning against the wall.
At 13, I was just beginning to get into puberty; had a few black hairs growing down there and my 'little guy' was getting to be, well, 'alittle bigger guy.
She gave any sign of anything at seeing her little brother naked. I on the other hand, wouldn't take my one good hand away for keeping myself covered as best I could. Once in and under the water I felt a tad bit better, as she help figure out the best way to deal with mu cast - resting it on the rim of the tub worked fine.
Shampooing my hair went as quickly as getting me undressed, then her soapy hands were moving from one area of my body to the next; then she got to my legs which I had squeezed tightly together, and she said, "I need to wash in here Bub, so spread your legs alittle, or you can just stand up and we can do it that way."
At the thought of standing up for her to wash my privates, I surely turned bright red, hung my head, and slowly relaxed my legs, and her soapy, slippery hands slipped down the insides of my hairless thighs, 'till they encountered my hand which was in a death grip around my genitals.
And then my older sister became human when she looked me in the eye with a gentle smile in her eyes that I never saw before, and said, "You must be feeling very embarrassed right now, but from what I have already seen, you have no reason to feel that way. You're my little brother, and I won't do anything to make you feel bad - promise. OK?"
She held her eyes on mine until I gingerly shook my head yes. Then her soapy hands slipped down the insides of my thighs again and when her hand reached mine, again, I moved it away for her to wash my weiner and balls. At the moment of her touch, I started to get an erection, and even though she took only a few seconds, it was fully hard by the time she was done. And even though I was far from being a 'man', my boner stuck out above the water's surface.
I hung my head in embarrassment, and she took my chin in her soapy hand and raised my head till she could see my eyes. "You are sooooooo cute. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about, and I am proud that you are my brother. And by the way, if you didn't get a stiffy like that, I would be really concerned about you. What I'm saying is, that you are so perfectly normal, and again, soooo cute."
My sister had never, ever spoken to me like that before. I always thought she hated me and thought I was ugly. It seemed OK now, although some embarrassment remained. That is also normal, and she told me so.
She helped me stand up and out of the tub, then dried me off completely; my 13 year old boner bouncing about through it all. Before we were done, we both actually had giggles about 'It'.
Baths continues every night for the next 6 weeks, and when the cast came off, my sister asked me if I could still use some help until my right arm got strong again, I said, "Absolutely".
She continued to help me with baths, well really, she continued giving me baths until she went off to college a couple of years latter. I would not trade those times with my sister for anything. She helped me through so many issues of insecurity associated with puberty and girls. I was my favorite part of growing up.
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