Discovery

New hair had sprouted along with the other pubertal changes, but nothing truly earthshaking happened until the day I went with Dad to have a flat tire fixed.

The tire machine was in the back room and there was a pin-up calendar on the wall that showed a naked gal kneeling on a bed with ...

I've been on Flomax for BPE for about six months and there's been no change in my erections, but now have much less ejaculate.

Nathan is far and away the most talented contributor to this forum, and nobody should ever criticize his writing. If you don't like the story content then don't read it, but don't bitch about it. Save your constructive criticism for grammar, spelling, and continuity.

I personally don't like Horror ...

So why wasn't whoever took the video doing anything to stop the attack? He/she could have used her time to call 911 or go kick the shit out of the dog and save the kid.

I knew the difference between bulls and steers at a young age, but it never really sunk in until I was fourteen and a couple of bullies banded me.

I never really thought about castration until the summer I turned fourteen.

Dad worked on the Interstate highway construction boom, so we moved a lot, and the year I turned fourteen we moved into a house next to a farm.

The farmer had three sons: big and burley seventeen and eighteen year old John ...

Zipper welcomes constructive criticism and it is always helpful. Like all stories, this one seemed okay while I was writing and tuning it, however reading it now I have to admit that it is lacking. Maybe we are just assuming that the kid was castrated. Perhaps the perv merely slit his bag open and ...

Thank you for the input. Your criticism is well taken.

I don't know about the best, but the one I really liked was in the old James Bond Movie On her Majesty's Secret Service when the skier chasing Bond doesn't quite make the jump and ends up going through the snow blower.

Until the summer I turned fourteen, castration was just a word that young adolescents usually mispronounced, and I had never really though much about nor cared about nor considered the true meaning of the word. “Next time I’ll cas-tar-ate you!” we’d warn a guy after we popped him in the nuts.

Dad ...