Comments on the recent "Girl-versus-Boy-Stories" as presented by Slammr.

Another thread indicated the only compensation authors realize for their effort is feedback...hence I find myself indebted to Slammr more times than I care to admit! He is an admirable writer who maintains a streak of darkness in his tales. Readers are forced to teeter on edge as this author introduces slithering characters that are all too real....

Slammr's recent "girl-versus-boy-stories" allow those who fear humanity's darkness a small break while remaining quite worth the read. "Down on the Farm" is an interesting example of religion twisted into that which it was never intended to be. One has to wonder how the farmer and wife ever conceived a child in the first place! And the further mistreatment of the mis-fortuned and orphaned nephew is clearly indicative these people have no clue as to what their religion is really about. Sadly, this is not an uncommon occurrence and the characters in this story do maintain this integrity. Unfortunately, the physical response to the modus operandi of the 'ultimate deed' seemed overly downplayed. Additionally the daughter's nighttime visits were not quite believable juxtaposed to her parent's distorted beliefs.

"The Girl Next Door" presents a quite different scenario. Curiosity about the 'body human' is a natural part of growing up...and what better place to explore than with the peer living next door! Even so, such explorations are tenuous at first but "...if I could only see what was under that shirt..." drives the boy onward. Here Slammr has captured the situation perfectly. And who among us could not relate to the boy's urges? I found myself drawn in and wanting to be that boy in Slammr's story...but...umm...only for a moment. The experience of 'ultimate deed' I think I'd rather leave to Slammr's boy! It was also nice to see a realistic 'final event' that included parental discovery. Still I would have liked to have had a clearer picture of the boy's emotions as he dealt with the medical field and the reality of his new situation. Yes those issues were covered but not with the intensity or detail that characterized the 'pre-event' language.

Unabashedly stealing a page from "Siskel & Ebert", I'd rate both of these stories as clearly "two thumbs up" with "The Girl Next Door" preferred to "Down on the Farm". Though posted via Slammr, the introductory paragraph to "Down on the Farm" indicates the story was not written by Slammr...and therefore lacks his inimitable style.

Anyways...major regards and thanks to Slammr!

Almond Kid

Thanks for your kind words.

Actually, I wrote both stories, but got the idea for the Down on the Farm story from one of my readers. He was raised by his grandmother, and had a girl cousin that sometimes visited. She came into his room one night, unsnapped his pajamas and wrapped a rubber band around his balls, then snapped up his pajamas and left the room. She continued to do it -- not every-night, but from time to time. Neither of them ever talked about it. She just came into his room, banded his balls and left. He had his first orgasm ever one night while taking the band off his balls. I just put this story into my own words and extrapolated a little.

I wasn't trying to portray the uncle -- or even the aunt -- as being evil. There was no malice intended in Iggy's castration, no more than there would be intended had they castrated a calf. It was done to keep him from breeding and to calm him down, just as they might have done to a too wild colt. Once he's cut, they like Iggy fine and accept him into the family.

I like to get into the subject's head -- the boy castrated -- and examine the effects of the castration on him, but that's not applicable to each story. That wasn't the theme of either of these stories, and I think would have distracted from the story. In both, the story effectively ended with the castration. We know nothing about Iggy's life other than on the farm, and after his castration, essentially he was content, not really missing his balls, just as a colt wouldn't miss his. Without balls, he was accepted by the family. That was more important to him than having balls. Maybe I could have said more about that, but I think it's better to say too little than to say too much.

Authors sometimes tend to over explain. I think it's better to leave some blanks for the reader to fill in using his own imagination. That way we're engaging in a cooperative effort, with me giving him just enough so that he can engage his own imagination. For instance: My descriptions of the physical characteristics of my characters is usually fairly limited. I want my readers to use their own imaginations. Make him look like they want him to look. I might tell them he's cute and has blond or brown hair -- if that's important -- but, beyond that, I'm probably not going to describe him. (Of course, if they want to know how I picture him, they can go to my website and see the pictures I've posted.)

If I write a story about how a subject reacts to being castrated, the story will probably either begin with his castration, or he might have already been castrated. The exception, of course, might be a long story that covers everything. That can't easily be done in short, one-off, stories like these two, though.

The Girl Next Door story was based on one of my personal experiences. The girl living next door to me when I was thirteen called me to her window one day. She had a friend over, and sitting on her bed, they began asking me about my balls. I knew which balls they meant, but pretended I didn't. I was shy, super naive, and like the boy in the story hadn't yet masturbated. Her talk about my balls embarrassed the shit out of me. That story involved a lot of extrapolation. I never even went inside her house that day, and she never showed me her tits, either. And, not to ruin the story, she was pretty ugly. I really didn't give a shit about seeing her tits.

Never mind, you're stories are more than great !

Thanks tot you, Slammr !

Vesal.

I have had the great honor of working in concert with Slammr on various stories, and he is a joy to work with and write "with" or "for".

Paolo wrote: Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:02 pm I have had the great honor of working in concert with Slammr on various stories, and he is a joy to work with and write "with" or "for".

The honor is mine. Over the years, you've been my mentor. I've learned much of what I know about writing from you, from talking to you and from reading your stories.

Slammr,

It is clearly insightful to understand the background of a story's creation. That also means I owe you an apology. If I had read your intro to "Down on the Farm" carefully, I would have realized you indeed were the author.

You are right, of course, when you say authors tend to "over explain"...something I am surely guilty of. What I was suggesting was more "emotional-type adjectives"...so to speak...not necessarily more story. I felt too insulated both from Iggy's pain during the "deed" and from Kyle's experience with the medical/mental providers. But only in those specific areas...Iggy's and Kyle's past/future (or whatever) should be left to the reader's imagination.

Anyway...that's my crappy two cents worth. These are still excellent stories. On another note, it kind of sucks that girl next door was so ugly...you might have had an interesting afternoon otherwise! (And no...that info didn’t ruin the story for me. )

Almond Kid

Almond Kid (imported) wrote: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:16 pm Slammr,

It is clearly insightful to understand the background of a story's creation. That also means I owe you an apology. If I had read your intro to "Down on the Farm" carefully, I would have realized you indeed were the author.

You are right, of course, when you say authors tend to "over explain"...something I am surely guilty of. What I was suggesting was more "emotional-type adjectives"...so to speak...not necessarily more story. I felt too insulated both from Iggy's pain during the "deed" and from Kyle's experience with the medical/mental providers. But only in those specific areas...Iggy's and Kyle's past/future (or whatever) should be left to the reader's imagination.

Anyway...that's my crappy two cents worth. These are still excellent stories. On another note, it kind of sucks that girl next door was so ugly...you might have had an interesting afternoon otherwise! (And no...that info didn’t ruin the story for me. )

Almond Kid

It was too bad she was ugly, although I don't know whether I would have reacted any differently. It embarrassed the shit out of me to have her talk about my balls, and I wasn't about to admit that I knew which balls she was talking about. I probably wouldn't have, even if she had been cute. I was thirteen and had never masturbated. I didn't even know boys could ejaculate. That's how naive I was. That was the summer before the eighth grade, the year I did learn how to masturbate. By then, we'd moved across town, though.

Funny, how that year sticks in my mind. It must be because that's the year I discovered sex.

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Slammr (imported) wrote: Mon Jan 15, 2007 1:40 am I was thirteen and had never masturbated.

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I'm so amazed by this.

Am I the only kid who was 'humping my hand' (as I called it at the time) at 9 years old? I started doing it 'correctly' a year later... nice to know I was precocious in some way though, I suppose!

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Slammr (imported) wrote: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:09 pm 0]
I was thirteen and had never masturbated.

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I'm so amazed by this.

Am I the only kid who was 'humping my hand' (as I called it at the time) at 9 years old? I started doing it 'correctly' a year later... nice t
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o know I was precocious in some way though, I suppose!

There really is quite a bit of research on the age of onset of masturbation in males (and among females as well). It’s quite common for very young children to idly play with their genitals – it’s pleasurable.

For any systematic masturbation, only about 5% of boys begin before they are 10 years old, but nearly 20% have started before their 12th birthday. Another 40% of boys discover the pleasure when they are 12 and 13, with 13 being the most common age to begin, with about 25% beginning at that age. Most of the rest begin by the time they are 16. By age 18, about 98% of boys have begun masturbating.

There is some question among psychologists about the boys who do not masturbate by age 18 to 20. Do they have physiological problems or psychological problems that prevent them from masturbating? It’s considered a normal part of adolescent development.

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Slammr (imported) wrote: Sat Jan 20, 2007 3:13 pm

StefanIsMe (imported) wrote: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:09 pm 0]
I was thirteen and had never masturbated.

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I'm so amazed by this.

Am I the only kid who was 'humping my hand' (as I called it at the time) at 9 years old? I star

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o know I was precocious in some way though, I suppose!

I probably need to put this in context. This was 1953 that I was talking about. I grew up in East Texas and began puberty during the summer before the sixth grade when I was not quite twelve. The only time I'd even seen other boys naked was at a camp out party in the in the backyard of a friend's house during that summer, and I'm not certain whether any of us had begun puberty at that time. Probably not, because I don't remember any talk about pubic hair. We played strip poker, but no one so much as mentioned jacking off, and the one dirty joke one boy told went over every one's head. To this day, I can't make any sense of it. He probably screwed it up.

Later, after I had started puberty, on a chance encounter in the park, I met a boy that kept hinting around about sex, about how babies were, made, and probably about jacking off. I don't remember what he said exactly, but he said enough for me to go to the bathroom when I got home and flop my dick around until it got hard. I was just flopping it back and forth, not pumping it, so nothing much happened and it was almost three years before I tried doing anything again.

Before the Internet, before R rated movies -- in the bible belt of East Texas -- these were much different times. I knew NOTHING about sex. During the sixth grade -- I was twelve in November -- my dick was hard much of the time, which embarrassed me on more than one occasion, because one boy in particular, always seemed to notice that it was. He'd look at my crotch and smile.

I moved to Dallas in the sixth grade. Another twelve year-old briefly lived next door to me. He spent the night with me once and we took a bath together. Before we got naked, he asked me if I had hair "down there," and when I said I did, he asked me if my thing got hard all the time. "Yes," I said. His did, too, but neither of us had a clue as to why they did, and neither of us thought to play with them.

I don't remember touching my penis during the seventh grade except to pee. Nor do I recall anyone talking about jacking off. We didn't dress out or shower in P.E., so we didn't see each other naked. I do remember seeing my first uncircumcised cock, on a boy from Yugoslavia, seeing it when he stood at a urinal next where I was pissing. I thought it was really weird looking. Hell, until then, I guess I thought that dicks were supposed to look like mine did. He was the only uncircumcised boy I ever remember seeing when I was a kid. For some reason I shaved my pubic hair in the seventh grade once, but that was my sole sexual experiment.

Everything changed when I moved to Kansas during the summer before the eighth grade, before I was fourteen, the time and place of this story. Kids in Kansas talked about sex all the time and included talk about fucking, blow-jobs, and masturbation. We also dressed out for P.E. and showered with other naked boys. I really liked looking at the other naked boys in the shower. Remember, I'd never had that opportunity before.

When I was fourteen, I had my first wet dream. It didn't scare me. I think I'd learned enough by then to know what was happening, but I still had never masturbated. I simply didn't know how to do it. Pretty dumb, huh, a fourteen year-old that doesn't masturbate because he doesn't know how?

Then, in P.E. one day, a boy was straddling one of the bars of a set of parallel bars. With both his hands wrapped around the bar, he made jacking off motions from his crotch out and back. The old light bulb went off in my brain, ah ha, that's how you do it! I think I probably ran home, straight to the bath room, where I laid down on the floor, and tried what I'd seen him do on my cock. It worked. I was fourteen and had jacked off for the first time. I never looked back. I was probably fifteen or sixteen before I ever missed a day jacking off.

Texas boys were definitely backward sexually compared to Kansas boys. There was an eight year old neighbor boy that was over at my house all the time. He knew more about sex than I did. He told me about one boy, probably about ten or eleven at the time, that could shoot from one end of the bathtub to the other, which amazed me, since a few inches was the best I could ever do.

You'll see a lot of the Kansas stuff in my stories because, starting as late as I did, I was absolutely obsessed with my cock and jacking off. The idea of someone watching me do it turned me on, but only two other boys ever watched me do it, the eight year old and one that showed me how to do it with his mother's vibrator. For some reason, he didn't jack off -- I think we were running late to go swimming -- and I never got to watch another boy jack off. The eight year-old tried, but -- although his cock would get hard -- he couldn't come.