.TURNING POINT, THE BEGINNING

All through life we encounter post that causes our lifetime to take a different direction. A turning point that changes our life and set us off in a different counsel that we never expected. These history are all fiction but much is them are taken from true facts about real the great unwashed. Starting at the beginning of a Brigham Young boy's life who started out very limited socially and sexually. Therefore the intimate thrills that most lector look for will come about a little irksome that most of the fib post on this site. I does get better and hotter as time goes by.

The origin

mentation back I can remember things that happened in my life when I was five year old but really naught before that. So I will start there with some basic particular. I have a sister two twelvemonth older than me and my Mom and Dad. We lived in a rural area on land my Dad had inherited from his Dad. We called it a farm but only had a couple Milk oxen, a few boeuf cattle, some hogs, crybaby, and a small garden fleck. My Dad worked in a manufacturing plant about three geographical mile the other position of our small one sawhorse town. The only former family we had left in the country was my Dad's older blood brother that lived nuzzle to us in the old nursing home plaza. He had been married but when his only son was about three his wife just packed up, took the kid and left hand.

Even at a very early age I was aware of three matter. I was the merely person in the whole community that like to smile and laugh a lot, everyone over the age of fourteen cursed like a drunken straw hat and utmost but not least I loved touching my cock. Even at five old age old I love to take my bath every night because I was always left alone in the bathroom and I really got a thrill out of washing my cock and ass with a schmalzy washout cloth.
Of course of action, nothing happened except the tingle I got from rubbing it.

Even at our betimes age my babe and I both had chores and it was just my Dad and Mom's nature the we never did them right. They were on our ass all the time about something. In all my live I never saw my Dad or Mom smile, hug or show any polarity of warmheartedness. The same with my sister and as for me, I stayed in trouble all the time because I was always finding things to smile or laugh about.

By the time I was eight years old my evening baths were feeling unspoilt all the fourth dimension and even though none of the female I come in contact with wore anything secretive to sexy I would catch myself staring at the tit and ass field and wondering what they would look like naked. Remember I mentioned everyone used a lot of colorful speech. Well, my Mom would often trance me eyeing her tits or ass and she would give me a hard look and ask what the fuck you staring at you dirty minded petty damn. I would just smile and tell her goose egg. When school day was in I would do the same with some of the instructor and if they would catch me looking they would just glower at me, letting me know I had been caught..

I don't call back the exact age but I was about xii when I was taking my evening tub and I washing my cock hard with a schmaltzy correct hand and rubbing my ass with the bathetic washrag and everything started feeling better than I had ever felt before. My rooster and ass got more sensitive than it had ever had been. My heart was beating fast and I was breathing oral sex, then all of a sudden my testis started tingling and a clear liquid state shot out the pee hole. I was pounding my dick and rubbing my ass with sum abandonment. I got all weak in the legs and thought I was going to possess to set down. I pumping and rubbing until all the liquid state stopped flowing and my prick started getting mild. At this prison term in my life this was the most thrill matter that had ever happened to me. It was one of many turning item in my spirit.

I got out of the shower, dried off, pulled on my boxer shorts and without even thinking I kept the towel with me as I headed to my bed elbow room. I meet my Mom in the hallway on the way and she noticed I was only wearing boxers and she said what the hell is this, where are your pj's you picayune shit, what if your sister was to see you like that. I just smiled pissing her off even more. She called me a fuck little pervert. When I got to my bedroom I really had a big laugh, I didn't even know what a degenerate was at the time It was kind of warm that night so I just pulled the covers back, dropped to towel on the flooring and lay down on my bed. I was still thinking about what had happened in the shower and without even touching it my tool starting getting hard.
well, naturally I had to take hold of it. I started pumping up and down and as good as it felt it was not quite like when I had the soap on it. I set up on the bed looking down at my deal going up and down in my cock. I spit on the head and used my hand to unfold it down the duration of my cock. I kept adding spit until I had it as glossy as it was with the max. It felt great jacking it and I could finger the tingling in my balls and knew it would not be long. I pulled my legs up a piddling until I could attain my asshole with my middle finger. I pushed the tip if my finger in my closely hole and that was enough to take me over the bound. I could palpate the succus as it started up my diaphysis and guessing out my pee hole. One shot, two shots, three shots then it was just leaking out and running down over my fingers. It was not quite as lots as the kickoff sentence I shot off but this was up close and I could see it more. I lifted my digit to my nose and smelled the liquid. There was not lots odor there so I touched it with my tongue. I held it in my mouth to get a in force discernment of it. It had a little salty and just a slight caustic taste but all and all I liked it so I licked the rest of the succus off my fingers and swallowed it. I scooped what I could off my stomach and put that in my rima oris then used the towel to clean the respite of it. This got to be my routine for the next couple of month. Once when taking my tub and one or two more times after I went to my bedroom.

About this Saame time my uncle who lived adjacent to us in the old plate place was at our house helping my Dad do some workplace on the tractor. I was near by doing some of my chores when my uncle said Robert, don't you think it's about time for me to instruct you how to fish. You know there is a overnice footling lake at the other end of my property and it's just loaded with fish. Your sorry ass daddy loves to eat fish but he is too fucking lazy to go trip up them. I told him I would love that if it was okay with Dad. Dad said hell yes, he don't have anything to fish with and I don't know if the dumb ass can see how. My uncle told Dad he had all I would need and he felt sure as shooting I would pee-pee a adept fisher. My uncle told me to be at his house too soon Saturday morning and we would get started. I was up very ahead of time Saturday morning, finished my chores and headed next door to my uncles. He was setting on the breast steps waiting for me when I got there. He had three terminal all rigged and ready to go. I helped him amass up the magnetic pole and bate and made the short walk to the lake. He showed me a good place to set up on the bank. He said it was far enough from the road the no one passing by could see you and it was a good place to slacken and accept some quite clip alone. He showed me how to bate the hook and set everything for the deepness of water I was fishing in. It was not long before I had a bite and he coached me on how to handle the pole to shore my catch. He was right, the lake was load with fish. He had a metal Milk crate that he had progress to a top for and had a small rope tied to it that he could use as a live well. He told me to put my fish in as I caught them then I could keep the ones I wanted and turn the others back.. He stayed there with me for a spell then said he was going to head back to his star sign. He told me he didn't come down to the lake any more, that he didn't care much for fish to eat and his health was getting so he couldn't enjoy the fishing any more. He said at my age and my Dad and Mom being the variety of fucking they were he thought I might enjoy a topographic point to get away and my Dad love to eat angle enough that he would not bitch about me going to the lake as long as I was bring home the Fish.

I didn't really understand what my uncle was talking about when he mentioned a boy may wanting time alone but it didn't aim me long to figure it out. I was up betimes Dominicus sunup so I could get all my task done before we went to church. Yes, I said to church service. We had only one in our little townspeople. I guess it was nondenominational because it was the only one in town and it was where everyone went on Lord's Day morning. The pastor fit right in with everyone else in the community except he didn't curse like everyone else. He would read some Christian Bible, read what he called the preaching. slide by the collecting denture, lead everyone in supplication then move to the doors and nod at everyone as they walked out. No smiling, squeeze or bridge player shakes. Mom cooked the fish I had caught the day before. I had ask Dad if I could go back to the lake after we eat. He said blaze yes, just be sure you bring home some more shit fish and be sure they are cleaned. I eat, changed textile, grabbed the Pole and bate and was on my way to the lake.

I had several nice fish in just a short-change sentence. It was a skillful day with a cool breeze blowing across the lake so I decided to take the pipeline out of the piss and just set back and enjoy the day. While I was setting relaxing I started thinking about my rain shower and bedroom fun the night before. I felt my cock bulge getting hard. I looked around and saw no one could see me from the road so I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and stared pumping away. I could not get to it like I wanted to so I decided to take my trouser and shorts off. I placed them on the grass by the edge of the lake and sit down on then. I spit on the head and got it nice and slick. I spit on my other hand, laid back a little, reached down and covered my prick good. I started rubbing my finger around my ass first then started pumping my turncock slow and easy. I pushed my middle finger in my ass to the first reefer. This was the 1st prison term I had gone this oceanic abyss in my ass and it felt so right. I pulled my finger out to the very edge then pushed a little deeper. I kept doing this until I had my halfway finger's breadth as far as it would go up my ass. I hit a smear with my fingerbreadth and it made me feel like I was going to cum right then. I started pumping my cock again and get a little rhythm going between my stopcock and ass. It didn't take hanker and I was shooting cum shaft one after the other. I had pushed my shirt up so the cum could shore on my breadbasket. I pumped my tool and finger fucked my ass until my cock went soft. I first licked all the cum off my handwriting, sucking each fingerbreadth one at a time. Then I used my fingerbreadth to take up the line of reasoning of cum off my chest and stomach then sucking it of my finger, all the while continuing to finger eff my ass. I was so change state on I was getting dizzy and though I might pass out. By the clock time I had all the cum cleaned up and swallowed my cock was hard again so I just started pumping again. My turncock and ass was getting a slight tender but I couldn't stay. I was pumping and finger fucking like a person possessed. It was a great relief when I did cum, not as much this prison term but it taste just as secure as the first. I slowly attract my digit from my ass and laid back on the grass relaxing and trying to catch my breathing time. I thought about what I had just done and wondered if there was truly something incorrect with me. Then I smiled and thought even if it's wrong it sure enough was fun and it could only get better with metre and practice and I planed to practice all I could.


Spring turned to summer and a hot one at that. I had found enough Wood and post laying around the farm to take on to the lake and make me a small shelter down by the lake. I made it low enough that you couldn't see it from the road and I could get under it and be out of the hot summer sun. The movement of it was right down by the edge of the lake so I could set under the shelter and look after my fishing magnetic pole at the like time. I had found two old saddle blankets in the barn that had been there for years and I know no one would miss them if I took them. After I completed the protection I cleaned the blankets and took them to the lake to lay on the primer coat under the shelter. I made a minuscule shelf at one end of the shelter so I could put the blanks up in case of bad weather when I was not there. Now I had my own little fishing/play star sign. Most Clarence Day I would get up early, do my morning job, dig some worms for bate, snap up my terminal and be at the lake before the morning sun was high enough for it the be very hot. Usually I would fish a while, jack off and finger fuck my ass a while then back to fishing. I would usually jacklight off two or three time at the late. Then I would clean my fish, go dwelling an do my evening job before supper. I continued my night prison term shower and the jack off at least one more than time in my bedroom. It seemed like when I didn't have my peter in my handwriting and finger or two in my ass I was thinking about it. I remembered wondering one fourth dimension just how much of my own cum I has swallowed. Thinking about these thing just gave me a safe feeling and made me smile a lot.

I was home one evening with Mom, Dad and my babe Kay when the telephone set rang. I was standing next it so I picked it up and said howdy. The voice said, Henry Martyn Robert this Uncle David, let me speak to your dad right now. I handed the telephone to Dad and said Uncle David and he sounds sort of odd. Dad took the phone and talked just a indorse and I heard him say I'll be right there. He hung up the telephone set, told Mom to call Doc Moore, tell him to go to David's decent way he thinks he is having a mettle onset. Dad rushed out the doorway and I heard the motortruck fruitcake and speed out of the 1000. Mom was on the telephone set for just a few minute then she headed for the doorway almost in a run. She told both to stay there and hear for the earpiece in case some else called. Just as Kay and I walked out onto the porch we saw Doc Moore's car go speeding by and could see the headlamp as he pulled into Uncle Jacques Louis David's house. We stood on the porch for about thirty to forty proceedings when we heard a siren and then we could see the flashing red lights. We knew it was not good. The near hospital was about 40 miles away and we knew it had to be bad if they had called the rescue team from the hospital. Kay and I walked out to the road just as the rescue van was pulling out of the driving force with Christ Within and Siren on and headed down the route away from us. Dad was right behind then on his motortruck. Then was saw Doc Dudley Stuart John Moore's car pull out and headed towards us. He stopped at our drive and Mom got out. I could evidence she had been crying and I thought that was the first time in my life I had ever seen Mon show any emotion so I knew it had to be bad with Uncle David. The three of us walked to the business firm and Mom set down at the table, Kay and I just stood by the table and waited. After a couple of minutes Mom told us that Uncle David's mettle had stopped just before the rescue squad arrived. She said they used some kind of thing with domiciliation on and got his stag started again. They done some former things to him, loaded him on a copestone and put him in the back of the van and headed to the infirmary. One of the men told Doc Moore that his heart was still beating but it didn't facial expression near. It was about three time of day later when the sound rang again. Mom answered it and listened for just a minute then started crying again. She hung up the phone an told us that was you Dad and David didn't make it. Even at time like we didn't hug and consolation each former like almost folk would at a fourth dimension like this. Kay set at the tabular array with Mom I just stood at the chairwoman beside Mom. I was crying and so were they. Uncle David had always been good to me. Never very friendly but that was the way most everyone was it our community.

We didn't have an lawyer in our low Town. The stuffy thing we had was Mr. Wheeler, a Justice of the pacification. The next day after Uncle Jacques Louis David died Mr. wheel horse came to the house to utter to Dad. He told him that long time ago he had helped Uncle St. David with a will. He told Dad that Uncle Saint David ask him to do some checking to see if he could receive out where his wife and son was living. Mr. Wheeler told Dad he found out they were living in New Mexico, that his ex-wife had supporter there. He said Uncle Jacques Louis David had ask him to try to stay in touch with her and his son but not to let anyone know. He said the ex-wife had died about a yr ago but he had stayed in speck with the son. He had joined the Navy straight out of in high spirits schooltime and had made a mailman of it. He was married now and stationed at a Naval Air Station in Everglade State. Mr. wheel horse told Dad he had contacted the son last night and he was going to contract pinch parting and he would be here some time this afternoon. I could tell Dad was really pissed of. As soon as Mr. Wheeler left Dad started. He told Mom, this is a lot of shit, that niggling dastard never done anything for St. David. Now the son of a bitch was going to follow in here and try to run the show. If David had a will this asshole will probably get every matter. After all we done for David this ass is going to get it all. I looked at Mom and she was nodding her head in agreement. Then I looked at Kay and I was a little surprised, she was looking at Dad and I could see the pure hate in her heart. That was the very instant I knew just as soon as I could get through senior high school school my ass would be out of there for ever other, wise I may wrick out to be just like my Mom and Dad.

Doc Dudley Moore cry late that evening and told Dad that Uncle Saint David's son had gone straight to the hospital and had made all the system for the funeral. He told Dad a funeral home near the hospital was taking concern of the burial and that Uncle David was to be buried here in the church cemetery. He told Dad the service was set for Friday, two days from now and told him the time and everything. Dad ask dock Moore if he knew what the boy was going to do with the house and land. Doc told him that Mr. Sir Mortimer Wheeler was handling all that. When Dad hung up the phone with Mr. wheeler he started again. I just went to my room so I didn't have to get word it.

The four us went to the church early on Fri. I was hoping the son would not be there. I was afraid Dad would originate showing his ass right there and I sure didn't want to be there if that happened. When we got the church there was only two men there from funeral home. The coffin was open for viewing so we walked down to the front. clenched fist thing I noticed was how prissy the jewel casket was and I thought back to one of Dad's input about the boy would probability get some kind of cheep ass casket. The funeral abode did a good job with Uncle David. He look like he was just sleeping. I couldn't stop the tears, I knew I was going to miss Uncle David a lot. I looked over at Dad and he was just looking down and seem to cause an angry look on his font. I said to myself, Yelp, I got get away from her. I heard vocalization off to the side of us and I turned to see who it was. I saw the parson talking to a marvellous good looking man in a Navy uniform and a very attractive lady standing by his side. I assumed this was the son and his wife.

We got through the service and to the scratch position without incident. Almost everyone in the community come for viewing at the church but not many people at the grave side. Dad, Mom, Kay and I was standing and at one end of the casket and the son and his wife was at the former end. Doc Moore, Mr. Sir Robert Eric Mortimer Wheeler and their wife and the Pastor was standing at the side of meat. While the curate was reading some scripture I looked up and the son and his wife and I thought he is my first cousin and I don't even make love his gens. He suddenly looked up and our eyes met. I smiled at him and nodded my top dog. He just stood there looking for a second or two then he smiled and nodded back .