My 1970's Boyhood.

[Valery_V (imported)]

Balls taste great ! They taste just like our man semen but concentrated countless times into thick paste. The largest inner ball structures are gristly, like squid. But the tiny tubes that hatch sperm and testosterone are very soft and tasty. That soft pulp packed with assembly lines of sperm in production make up the bulk of the gonad interior. They almost melt in your mouth !

Butcher shops should be able to special order testicles from any male meat animals. Call around to see which butcher shops offer the balls you want. Calf, bull, pig, ram, goat, horses in europe, all kinds.

They keep me horny and erect for days after eating them. I could fuck any holes after being super fueled by cooked gonads.

I very much like fish caviar in any kind. I never had to try balls from animals.

[cutnbulls2ox (imported)]

I have friends that have worked on farms castrating calves. One worked on a pretty big farm and they would have the older teenagers from around the area work the day helping. They've said that the most important skill is to be able to count to two. Slice the scrotum open, pull the testicle down and scrape the cords to seal them and remove them. Don't forget the 2nd ball!

Then, they were paid partly in buckets of testicles that their mothers were waiting for to make dinner. Brings the idea of a barter economy to a new viewpoint.

Although I'd eat the calf-fries, I'm not sure about cutting the balls out of a calf. His butthole is kinda pointed right there and I'm thinking at least one guy gets ... you get the point.

TMFL

Real cowboys don t mind manure. You get used to it. Pig manure is far worse than cattle or horse.

[TopManFL (imported)]

Real cowboys don t mind manure. You get used to it. Pig manure is far worse than cattle or horse.

I grew up in the city where milk came from bottles (glass bottles that you took back to the store for your quarter deposit). Eggs came in cartons and it never occurred to me that most likely 12 chickens were required to fill one carton of a dozen.

We did eat what my dad brought home from hunting. So, I did know that meat could come from nature but, mostly beef grew in the supermarket. Still, I've eaten lots of different things that some would consider odd. Until you've seen a live Caribbean lobster, you've never considered how the first person thought, "oh that might be good to eat." Caribbean lobsters don't have claws as a Maine lobster does. They seriously look like a giant underwater bug.

Growing up in Miami when access to the bay wasn't a privilege - it was just someplace to spend the day - we owned a boat and my brother was an amazing snorkel diver. He had a talent for finding lobster and tossing them up in the boat. There was an amateur lobster season in Florida at the time. You had to catch them by hand (no traps), you could only snorkel (no SCUBA). The lobster had to be so many inches long and if you were caught with one that was small, there was a big fine. Also, there was a daily limit.

With a Caribbean lobster, you really only eat the tail. The spines do have meat but, getting to it is a royal pain in the ass. The freezer was always stocked with lobster and for special occasions, there was lobster on the menu. I had no idea how expensive lobster was until later in life. I also had no idea that avocado or limes came from other than the backyard tree. We would beg people to take avocados home with them. You'd see people put them out on the street on top of boxes with a sign "Free Avocados". We also had a key lime tree and you have not lived until you have had a glass of iced tea with key lime instead of lemon. For the record, a real key lime pie is yellow (because key lime juice is yellow) and it's made with condensed milk. If it is green and full of whipped cream, it's tasty but, it's not key lime pie.

TMFL

[Valery_V (imported)]

I loved snorkelling (no scuba gear) in a dry suit (our water temperature is cool, not like in Miami). I didn't hunt, I just liked to "hover" over the bottom of the reservoir and watch what was happening there.

[Slammr (imported)]

I have friends that have worked on farms castrating calves. One worked on a pretty big farm and they would have the older teenagers from around the area work the day helping. They've said that the most important skill is to be able to count to two. Slice the scrotum open, pull the testicle down and scrape the cords to seal them and remove them. Don't forget the 2nd ball!

Then, they were paid partly in buckets of testicles that their mothers were waiting for to make dinner. Brings the idea of a barter economy to a new viewpoint.

Although I'd eat the calf-fries, I'm not sure about cutting the balls out of a calf. His butthole is kinda pointed right there and I'm thinking at least one guy gets ... you get the point.

TMFL

He didn't cut them out; he slit open the sac, grabbed the balls, twisted and pulled, ripping them out. Guess the twisting sealed off the blood vessels. Doubt it would work with a human.

[TopManFL (imported)]

He didn't cut them out; he slit open the sac, grabbed the balls, twisted and pulled, ripping them out. Guess the twisting sealed off the blood vessels. Doubt it would work with a human.

Exactly. He said "scrape" the cord but, might have been sparing me some of the gory details. And, yes, that would NOT work on a human.

TMFL

[JesusA (imported)]

Exactly. He said "scrape" the cord but, might have been sparing me some of the gory details. And, yes, that would NOT work on a human.

TMFL

As I've written in various posts over the years, different species are built differently. Cattle, for example, have very "brittle" spermatic cords. A Burdizzo works very efficiently on them. As some of the members here can probably attest from personal experience, a Burdizzo does NOT work well on humans. That's why we keep insisting that you should always use a professional who knows what he is doing.

[Paolo]

One of the things I remember most about the 70's was the switch from the 20" bikes with the big banana seats to 10 speed bikes with that damnable, nut-busting top crossbar.

[Valery_V (imported)]

One of the things I remember most about the 70's was the switch from the 20" bikes with the big banana seats to 10 speed bikes with that damnable, nut-busting top crossbar.

We called the 20-inch bikes with large banana seats "ladies", bikes with a crossbar "adults" and 10 speed bikes "sports".

[Zipoid66 (imported)]

Although my boyhood was during the 60’s instead of the 70’s, probably nothing much changed. Jockstraps and showers were part of 6th grade P.E., so I was eleven the first time I got naked with other guys. I had been taught to keep stuff covered and was weirded out at first, but a few days later grab-assing around with a bunch of other naked boys in a community shower seemed perfectly natural. The early bloomers acted kind of superior, but I don’t’ recall any differences other than the hair.

The 7th grade teacher preached that hair didn’t make a man, but by then we knew that more was better and a visible bush was a status symbol that year, and a necessity for a cool kid in the sperm spewing 8th grade. Testicles were targets at that age, but the homophobic taboo against actually touching them made you safer naked than fully clothed.

High school P.E. classes weren’t grade specific, so fourteen-year-old children and eighteen year old men stripped down together. A couple of kids weren’t circumcised and one sophomore always popped a boner, and although the older guys must have been better rigged, I don’t recall being impressed. It was hair and muscles that got my attention, not dicks and balls. Most freshmen were skinny kids with pits and pubes, but the lucky few were bulked up or had hair all over like the older guys, some of whom even had to shave every day to meet the school’s grooming code.

There were no concessions to modesty. The showers were open and crowded and you were always bumping into one another. Towels were issued on the way out and never worn around the waste and everyone was barefoot. The was some strutting, but most guys just went about getting dry and dressed without regard to who saw what. I attended two different high schools and it was the same at both.

I wasn’t athletic and didn’t much like P.E. but in no way was I traumatized by the whole experience. Sweaty adolescents stink and a shower after a workout was a necessary rite of passage as well as a bonding experience, and it was definitely educational. The was Kid stuff and Man talk, but nothing sadistic and certainly nothing gay. Any fruitiness while naked would have gotten a guy pounded back then.

I didn’t take P.E. after my sophomore year, so the next time I stripped down with other guys was at my Selective Service draft physical. I was fully grown at eighteen but still didn’t need to shave every day and was a little intimidated by the gorillas, but as soon as the pants came off it was obvious that the 7th grade teacher had been correct.