Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 14:56:31 -0700 (PDT) From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" Subject: Nobody Knows by Danny Thw Witch - Chapter 1-2 Nobody Knows An anthology by Danny The Witch Warning-sexually explicit story containing depictions of advanced sex acts between minors and adults. If this offends you or is illegal to read where you live than for Gods sakes obey the law!! And don't be offensive to yourself either. All of this is flippant fiction-- flippant and fiction-- flippant meaning funny and I don't care if its offensive and fiction meaning it's not real - it never happened-- If you are a minor stop reading now. I mean it-- don't read another word. If you are someone who would be likely offended by a story involving sexual situations between kids and kids and adults of a homosexual nature what you need to do is to hit the backspace button. Somehow I think you hit a wrong link or two looking for whatever webpage you were looking for-- this is not it-- you have strayed. You are in danger of being offended. Hit the backspace button immediately until you discover where you made your mistake. This story contains graphic depictions of words having sex with words. I can guarantee that all of the words in this story are well over the age of eighteen. Most of them are hundreds of years old and their roots may be thousands of years old. This story was written by an adult, for the entertainment and educational reading for other adults. All of the characters portrayed in the story are fictitious which means that they are not real-- they are no more real than Snoopy or Mickey Mouse. They are all inventions within the mind of the author. No child or minor was involved in the production of this story and so is protected under the first amendment of The United States of America per Supreme Court Decision - 2005. If you live outside of the U.S. please check with the laws of your own country and jurisdiction before reading or downloading this story - I don't want anyone breaking the law. This story is intended to aid boylovers like myself to act out their desires in fantasy only which is both legal and responsible. Illegal activity portrayed in the story is for fantasy only and is not intended to inspire criminal acts. If you are an individual seeking to engadge in criminal acts do not read my story go away. I only want law abiding citizens reading my story-- if you are not a law abiding citizen-- go away now and get some help before you hurt someone-- like a boy that I and many other boylovers would break our hearts-- so leave them alone, become a responsible adult and read Nifty stories and enjoy an enriching fantasy life which will never put you in any harm or danger. In some cases it would be illegal for adults to read erotic fiction of this type. If you are on probation or parole for a sexual offense you may be restricted from reading this type of material, check with your probation or parole guidelines first before reading this story. I do appreciate fanmail, however, there are certain instances where I will not respond to email. If you indicate that you are a minor under the age of eighteen I will not respond to your email no matter how nice of an email it is. I know this sounds cruel but we live in a cruel world sorry. If you indicate that you are on probation or parole for a sexual offense against a minor I will not respond. If you indicate that you are a registered sex offender I will not respond. If you indicate in your email that you have or are engaging in illegal activity of a sexual nature or insinuate such or insinuate a desire to conspire to commit an illegal act I will not respond to your email. Do not attach anything to your email - I will immediately delete it without reading your letter. Certain Trademark names or Copyrights are mentioned in this story and the author mentions them only to describe historical fact in an accurate manner, or to ad realism to the story and does not necessarily have the permission of the trademark name owners or copyrights. The author maintains all rights to this story. This story may be downloaded or copied for personal use only. It may not be reproduced or distributed to others without the express permission by the author or Nifty or both. This story may not be sold or reproduced for commercial profit without license agreement from the author or Nifty or both. For The Information of readers, sexual acts described between adults and very young children are a fantasy fictional depiction based on actual events that occurred involving myself as a young child with adults. They are exaggerated and are an expression of how I fantasize. I myself very often fantasize that I am the young child and that events went further than they actually did. It works for me. Therefore, although I indicate that I am primarily sexually attracted to older boys-- very often in fantasy I imagine myself quite younger than the boys I am sexually attracted to. Okay-- Bye the way there should not be any minors who are still reading... If you are under 18 years old, go to the park and play but make sure you bring a friend because its safer that way and make sure you tell your parents where you will be-- If you have a cell phone make sure the ringer is on, and if you have a global positioning chip surgically implanted into your body, make sure that none of the clothes you are wearing contain any large amounts of lead. And never ever come back to this website and read or try to read another story on here, until your all grown up and have pubic hair (unless you're a native American Indian-- which I'm sorry to tell you if you don't already know you may not ever be getting pubic hair-- sorry if I was the first person to let you know and there you were looking in the mirror every day in expectant excitement-- of course you could always opt for surgical implantation of hair when you are older and an adult-- BUT I digress-- go away now kid-- you bother me, and leave those perverted men at the recreation center alone, stop teasing and carrying on so-- they could get into a lot of trouble if they pursued you because of your teases as a matter of fact, if you spot one, you should give them the finger and tell them to go away or you'll call the cops. Don't tell them to suck your dick - that approach may not have the right effect or kiss your ass or anything like that. Tell them you'll call the cops if they don't go away - That usually works. You know the ones I'm talking about, they are adults and look out of place, and for some reason they keep looking at you because your gorgeous as hell, and they keep noticing you lifting your t-shirt up exposing your belly and wearing your shorts much to low; so low, everyone who looks at you knows that you don't have even so much as one pubic hair all the way to the base of your dick. For one thing stop doing that!! Your going get yourself molested for Christ's sakes!! And tell those google-gockers to go and to have sex with someone their own size. Or better yet, tell them to read stories on Nifty and stop going to the recreation center and to leave you kids alone. They might want you to take pictures of yourself naked or with your camera phone and give them to them or transmit them and you shouldn't because that picture could be copied ten million times in 314 countries around the world within one hour. And besides that-- you'd be breaking the law-- and you don't want to break the law, and neither do we-- so go away now-- shew. And, for the love of God-- Get a belt and wear the damn thing and wear some underwear while you're at it-- Sheesh-- You're inspiring criminal acts. Kids as cute and gorgeous and flirtatious as you are with strange men should be confined to your homes until you are eighteen. Me and about 1 million other responsible boy lovers around the country barely leaves their homes during the summertime in fear that we will run into one of you. Stop talking to strange men, exposing yourself in public and acting like you don't know what you're doing. Listen to your parents and tell them to take away your computer as well-- I bet you have a MYSPACE account, with a picture of your naked ass on their and message saying I'm 13 years old, gay, and a horn-dog-- NO ONE CARES!! GET OFF THE INTERNET-- You're obviously too young and immature to be on the internet, you should listen to your parents and make friends with a responsible youth who you must take with you anywhere you go-- one who doesn't wear his pants around his ankles!! Stop showing your cute, naked, bubble butt all over the place while skateboarding!! AND FOR PETES SAKES-- STOP GRABBING YOUR DICK EVERY 30 SECONDS AND ACTING LIKE YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're going to cause a car accident and get someone killed. How would you feel then?? Hu?? if you want to learn about sex ask a friend your own age, maybe he'll be into it-- or better yet, go to the library and ask a librarian where the sex ed books for teens are. Now go away. Chapter 1. Introduction The other day I was reminiscing about how much I missed all of the boy's underwear ads there used to be in America. I discovered them when I was eighteen, incidentally just after I became aware consciously that I was a boylover. This was a hard spell for me. Not only was I gay but I was particularly fond of little cuties about ten years old or so. This was in 1982 and I felt that this was my great secret. I felt like I would be hated and scorned and loathed if anyone ever found out; even by family members and my closest friends. I didn't feel that anyone would understand, and I felt like I was destined to an unhappy life where I could never experience the love that my heart so desired. And, the most damndable thing about it all seemed that I thought no one would understand is there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it but accept it. I found this out the hard way-- the more I tried to repress it and deny it, the more likely I was to fall for temptation. The more I loathed myself for having this condition, the lower my self esteem went and the more dangerous I was to the very little ones that I loved so much. Anyways, there I was sitting on the edge of my bed when I had just turned eighteen years old. I was masturbating and looking at a photograph still of Henry Thomas from the movie E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial. He was just ten years old at the time and I fell in love with him. Please, nobody contact Henry Thomas and tell him about this. I'm sure thousands of boy-lovers have jacked off to pictures of him-- what a gorgeous babe. Probably there are boylovers still jacking off to pictures of him and will be until the end of time. What a perfect specimen of boy-hood beauty. So, I digress,... There I was in erotic masturbatory consciousness looking at a picture of him from the movie-- a rather erotic picture-- a still from the scene where he's wearing no shirt and his nipples are erect, and he's wearing only a pair of white long underwear and he's hooked up to all kinds of tubes and medical equipment, and I was staring at his crotch and I swear to god, in this one particular picture it looks like the kid has an erection. I had been analyzing the picture a couple minutes earlier and then suddenly I found myself in a masturbatory trance, jacking off staring at the lump in his crotch that looked to stick up about an inch. I ejaculated, and then suddenly the wall came tumbling down inside of me and I knew, I couldn't deny any longer that I was a boylover. Obviously I became a little addicted to the movie-- Spielberg made a lot of money from my legal and acceptable focus of my sexual impulse-- a lot of MY money-- I saw the movie 33 times in its first year!! Which brings me to something else I will probably talk about more at length in fantasy later-- a lot of directors made movies that for apparently no good reason, and not for cause of plot or anything else, many directors, particularly for motion pictures intended for adult audiences, where there was a boy star or supporting star felt that it was necessary to at some point in the movie, show the boy in his underwear. I'll give you an example-- The Sixth Sense-- now here you go, they never showed Bruce Willis in his underwear, but there's the kid, I believe Caulkin's little brother-- walking down the hall wearing nothing but his underpants to take a pee in the bathroom. Was this scene really necessary to the development of the plot?? Why not have shown the kid wearing pajamas like most kids do that age when they sleep?? Its just an interesting phenomenon. I believe a lot of movie directors from Hollywood know if they put a scene like that or similar in the movie, they're going to attract a lot of boylovers to buy tickets. There was a point in time I think by around the late nineties where a boylover just seeing an ad could buy a ticket for a particular type of movie and was virtually guaranteed to see at least one sexy scene where they boy was half naked. I will talk more about this later. Just suffice it to say that there was a point in time where the phenomenon was so rampant that I can't believe I'm the only boylover to have noticed it. It seemed not to ever involve little girls. You could sit through dozens of long and boring movies that co- starred a little girl and the director would never once show you a panty shot-- what was going on with the boys?? Was the director winking at boy-lovers in the audience, showing that Hollywood was sympathetic at least to the point that they appreciated our money for buying our ticket again and again and again, as though to say, 'Here you go-- this scene's for you! If I'm the director, we'll make sure you get your moneys worth." I don't know. What I did find out later is, if you digitize a lot of these movie from back then and view them frame by frame, you can often see things a lot more revealing about boys than just their underwear- - I was amazed when I first discovered that-- but enough of this for now, I'll talk more about that later when my story develops starting in chapter 2. So, where was I? I made a decision very early on that the most dangerous thing I could do was to continue down that road of self-hatred and denial and repression. When I accepted that I was gay and a boy lover and that was okay with me and God, I suddenly found out that things weren't so bad. I was in control. I was not likely to do something I would regret later. And so I sought out legal and acceptable outlets of expression. The first thing that I discovered were all of these wonderful boy's briefs ads all over the place. I was amazed. It seemed that when I accepted the situation as God gave it to me, God manifested an outlet of expression immediately. They were in the newspaper, in magazine, in commercials on television. It seemed that about 1982 was the peak of this phenomenon. All kinds of pictures of boys wearing briefs-- mostly little boys but it was common to see the ten, eleven, and twelve year olds in ads as well. All of these pictures were in good taste and were meant to sell underwear. I know most people wouldn't understand, I thought at the time, but I could cut out the pictures, and jack off to them again and again when I found a particularly beautiful older boy. It was a release for me, which helped me to control these feelings. Now, alas, they're all gone. I blame Calvin Klein. Calvin Klein took it too far and abused the freedoms in America. I still remember when it happened. I was taking the bus to work at the time. I think it was 1995-- the summer of '95 if I remember right. I walked to the bus stop, and noticed immediately that they had changed the poster in the bus stop advertisement window which was a glass thing that could show off a poster or advertisement that was about 6 foot high and 3 or 4 feet wide. Mostly they advertised movies in there. Full color posters of movies that would be coming out soon. On this particular morning as soon as I saw the large color poster, I felt like I had been hit by lightning. I got an instant erection in my pants and I wanted to steal the poster. It was a Calvin Klein ad for boy's underwear briefs. And it was the sexiest damn picture of a boy I had ever seen in my life. His pose was deliberately provocative and erotic and smelled of homoeroticism. He was laying down partly, with his legs spread apart, one leg jointed at the knee, and the palm of one hand rested lightly on his lap with the middle finger (the longest one) making the most subtle gesture by pointing directly where their was a recognizable lump in his underwear-- not an erection, just a package. That was something I'd never seen before in an underwear ad for boy's underwear. As hard as I ever looked, I could never make out the evidence of a package. The ad was deliberately sexy. The boy was about 12 years old and larger than life. A most gorgeous lad with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, the eyes and the facial expression looked seductive. The boy was not smiling but had a subtle look of seduction-- his lips slightly parted. I almost had to call in sick at work that day. I felt weak in the knees. Over the next few weeks I saw the country inundated with scores of these ads by Calvin Klein. Larger than life ads placed on Highway billboard signs, bus stops, sides of buses, that showed both girls and boys between the ages of 9 and 13 in the most provocative poses wearing nothing but a pair of sexy Calvin Klein underwear. I thought it was a blessing at first, but it turned out to be a curse. The media almost immediately reacted to the situation and the American Public was offended. Calvin Klein admitted he deliberately made the models to look sexy but just to sell underwear. Most Americans perceived the ads to be a deliberate sexual exploitation of young children. Calvin Klein never got into trouble with the law, but the heat sure was on him. That ad campaign must have cost nearly 10 or 20 million dollars, and Klein pulled them all down only a few weeks after the campaign started. I believe that that started a chain reaction in our government to make new legislation and toughen things up to prevent the deliberate sexual exploitation of youth for commercial purposes. And as a result of the new legislation which was complex and broad in scope and subject to wild interpretation that basically almost over night, I saw the slow disappearance of all boy's underwear ads in America. Now, they are all gone. Advertisers will sometimes show a boy in his boxers but rarely ever boy's briefs anymore. There is only one exception, and people please give me your opinion-- I find this rather offensive myself. I have observed that advertisers seem to think its okay to show an African American boy in his briefs to sell underwear but not white boys. I find this highly disturbing, as though its okay to sexually exploit a minority group but not white kids. If you disagree with me let me know. This reminds me of a similar phenomenon I observed when I was a kid in the sixth grade. I remember the school had a large American Geographic collection that us kids could look at, and it was very common in those magazines that Negro kids in various lands were shown completely naked. But, in regions where the kids were light skinned such as like Australian Aborigines, they never would show their genitals-- but for some reason it was perfectly acceptable to show black kids completely naked-- as if they were animals or something and so their nakedness wasn't considered offensive but Lord God Almighty, if they showed light skinned kids naked, or white kids, woe on to them!! I never understood that. I also started watching National Geographic on television and was excited when they showed boys naked. My parents didn't seem to take any offense. I watched it every week, and almost every week they showed boys completely naked-- their balls and their penises-- man it was great-- I just didn't understand why they never showed white kids naked. It was disturbing. Anyways-- If I'm off the track here-- please email me and set me straight-- I really don't want to think that was the case. But-- it seems like its happening again-- I am seeing it become more and more common to see minority kids in boy's underwear ads in America and yet-- no white ones-- unless they're in less revealing boxers and advertisers are even shy about that. I am gay and a pederast and I have very often in the past gotten caught up in a debate over the causes and conditions. I no longer ask why. Nobody knows. I no longer ask God why because He won't tell me, nor will he allow me to change that fact. Only He knows why. The so called experts rattle off a bunch of nonsense, in my opinion, as to the conditions of homosexuality and what they call pedophilia. In regards to pedophilia, they claim that there is no cure, and that once pedophiles begin acting out sexually against children they will not stop. Most of them believe that all pedophiles will eventually act out sexually against children. What the fuck do these people really know? Ask them this: Why? Why does it happen? Why are they that way? Watch them him and haw because the God honest truth is they don't know the causes. They simply don't know. Nobody knows. So, if they don't even know the most basic information concerning the subject, tell me, what the fuck DO they know? In the next chapter I'm going to describe my first orgasm. It happened when I was five years old and it was the most amazing thing to happen in my young male life. I never saw it coming-- no pun intended. I still feel lucky after all these years because it seemed that the circumstances conspired supernaturally in just the perfect way to allow it to happen. The most amazing thing of all, it was an orgasm not achieved by manipulation of my genitals-- it was caused by stimulation of my prostate inside of my anus-- I will tell you all about it coming up next... Chapter 2. The Discovery of the Mystery. When I was five years old and in Kindergarten, my dad had just got back from Mactan in the Philippine Islands and also brought with him to our happy little home a little host-- an infection which had instigated a series inflammation of his tonsils eventually resulting in a painful condition called tonsillitis. It looked as though my dad was going to need to have them removed. I was also taken to the doctor because I was showing symptoms that I may have gotten the same bug but it was not so advanced. When I went to the doctor he felt around my neck and examined my throat and determined that my tonsils were indeed swollen and that more than luckily I had the same bug and that in a couple more weeks my tonsils would be as swollen as my dads and recommended to my parents that they might as well remove both of our tonsils at the same time. My dad was admitted into the adult ward, and I was admitted into the pediatric ward of the hospital. For some reason, I'm not sure why, my dad's surgery went ahead immediately, and the doctor decided to wait on my surgery while giving me an I.V. of antibiotics, I think because they were concerned about complications if they went ahead with surgery while I had a raging infection in my body. Since I was just a little kid the odds of complications might be more dangerous, so I think for that reason they went ahead immediately with my dads surgery while deciding for caution in the pediatric ward. They gave me antibiotics intravenously for 48 hours and then it was decided that the infection had been killed or was under control and scheduled me for surgery. In the meantime, my dad had already been in and out of surgery and was discharged from the hospital. During those two days that they were trying to kill the infection in my young body, the most unexpected, scary, exciting, and sexual discovery was made through a domino like procession of unpredictable and unlikely events. At the end of it all, I had discovered the joy and pleasure of anal stimulation and prostate orgasm and ejaculation. This is how it happened. It was actually quite comical and they could put it into a movie or a TV show and people would laugh their asses off at how absurd and comical these chain of events were-- they would except their so damn paranoid about anything sexual involving kids. First of all let me back up two steps. This whole experience for me in the children's ward of the hospital was the most damn embarrassing and humiliating experience I ever had in my very young 5 years of life. And it seemed like it was going to be more than just a temporal embarrassment-- this was going to go on for days. Even though I was only five, I was a bit modest for my age. Now, at home, around my parents and grandparents man, I had no modesty-- I would run around in my underwear or completely naked and I didn't give a damn and neither did my family. I felt no embarrassment or self-consciousness about my parents seeing my little pee-pee or my grandma or grandpa when they stayed over. BUT-- and I know your not supposed to start a sentence with BUT or a paragraph BUT, I WAS rather modest when it came to being exposed to strangers. When my dad would take me into a public restroom there was no way I was going at the urinal-- someone might see my pee-pee so I always insisted my dad take me into a stall. I was rather unsophisticated at the age and I was one of those 5 year old boys that knew no other way to go pee-pee standing up except to pull all my shit down to my ankles, and then pull my shirt up and hold it there with my chin so I could see what I was doing. I didn't mind going pee-pee like that in front of my dad but there was no way I was doing that in front of strange men. So, there I am I'm getting checked in to the pediatric ward of the hospital and the first thing I have to do is get undressed (my underwear too - yes, that's exactly what I said, "My Underwear too??!!" Yes you're underwear too" my dad had said. So I striped down naked and then put on this hospital gown which was the most ridiculous outfit I had ever had the displeasure of having to try and put on. For one thing, it had no back and showed your entire backside, and it didn't do too well at covering up your front side either being that it was shorter than the shortest mini skirt you've ever seen in your life. On me, it barely, came down low enough to cover up my little boy genitals. I had to actually hold the front down with my hand to keep it from moving, blowing around and moving because if it moved a quarter inch my boyhood was completely revealed. When I changed into it I was alone with my dad-- and then after I had it on I was supposed to walk outside to the nurses station and all I could do was stand there and look at my dad with this sad expression on my face. "You ready?" he asked. "No," I said. It was pathetic. Anyways, finally they put me into my hospital bed and under a sheet and I felt a little better. Now, my parents told the nurses that I had a little bit of a bed wetting problem. I had it under control, but my parents told them that I had to repeatedly be able to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night or I would wet the bed for sure. My parents had taught me that when I had to go pee that I would wake for a second, and I had to go to the bathroom and not fall back asleep or I'd wet the bed-- and I'd been doing that for awhile and it was working. So, my mother is trying to explain all this and they're saying 'yea yea yea, okay okay okay-- we got it handled," and so my parents gave me a kiss on the forehead and left me alone in the company of strangers to spend the night away from home and my parents for the first time in my life. About an hour later I tell the nurse that I have to go to the bathroom, so she comes back with this thing that I'm supposed to pee in. I said, "What am I supposed to do with this?" "Your supposed to go pee-pee into it?" She said very professionally. "Right here?" "Yes right here?" "In front of you?" Now, let me say again I was a bit modest, and unsophisticated. There was no way that I had the sophistication at that age to be able to pee-pee into that thing under the sheet so she couldn't see. So, I just stood there and stared at her. Finally she says, "I tell you what, I'm gona leave for a couple minutes and then I'll come back and see how your doing then, okay?" I nodded up and down enthusiastically. The nurse wonders off and I know I have to pull down the sheet so I can see what the hell I'm doing. I was already naked under the sheet I knew, because ten seconds after you get into bed that idiotic gown has scrunched up into a neat little pile right near your shoulder blade. I grabbed the sheet with both hands and lifted up and was about to pull it down when I looked all around at the other kids in the ward. There were about 8 kids in the ward including me, most of them older than me. It wasn't yet bedtime and so they had the bright fluorescent lights on and kids were coloring in coloring books and so forth and doing all kinds of things and not paying much attention to me but I knew that would all change as soon as the retarded kid whose in kindergarten fully exposes himself by pulling down the sheet so he could go pee-pee. I almost couldn't do it but I was brave and I did. I pulled down the sheet, and the hospital gown wasn't completely scrunched up as I had thought and proved only to be in the way, and I just simply removed the whole gown which only took a second, because it had already untied in the back and was just basically laying on top of me. Then, trying not to think about the fact that I was totally naked in front of other kids, thankful that the nurse was still gone, and having a bit of an urgency to get this done before she got back I tried to aim my little pee-pee at the little pan they had given me and it just wasn't working. I didn't have the sophistication to do this laying down. I realized in order to get a flow going I was going to have to sit up. That was going to be hard but I did it, and just as I got into a full sitting up position and trying to point my little wiener down into the pan the nurse came back and the flow stopped just before it started to make its way to the urethra. The nurse stood there at watched me, and I couldn't go pee. I tried and tried and tried all I could do was about three drops. Finally I dropped down onto the mattress and pulled up the sheets in utter resignation. I handed the pan to the nurse without even looking at her. She took the pan and said, "I thought you had to go?" "I do but I can't, not here." "Oh," she said, "Well, when you have to go bad enough you'll be able to go. Just let me know when you have to go again." I heaved a heavy sigh. Thirty seconds after she left I had to go again. I held it for about a half an hour and then raised my hand again until the nurse noticed. "Yes little guy?" "I have to go." We went through the whole routine with the urine pan with the same results. Once I got into a sitting position and everyone could see me naked the flow was shut off-- it was no use-- I was going to wet the bed. I told the nurse as such and then I think a bell went off into her head. "Wait one minute, let me go talk to the head nurse." She left, and about ten minutes she came back and told me that they were going to let me walk to the bathroom. She unhooked my I.V. tube without having to take the needle part out of my arm, and then she walked me to the bathroom which was only about a hundred yards away-- one of these single occupancy bathrooms. Boy was I relieved-- I was finally going to be able to go-- IN PRIVACY-- I could hardly wait! The female nurse opened the door to the lavatory and motioned me to go inside, and I immediately went to the commode and started to pull the gown up to my chin and then stopped and held it down over my lap to recover my little boy parts. She wasn't leaving. She was standing there holding the door open in the archway looking at me. I stood there and gave her this pathetic look with an expression of ever decreasing expectation that she was going to close the door; which she didn't. She gave me a slight nod as if to say, 'Go ahead, we're all waiting' I pulled the gown back up and held it under my chin and stood there with my pee-pee barely an inch long and sticking straight out hoping and praying that I would start to see a yellow liquid fountain out of the tip into the bowl. But it didn't happen-- in spite of the pressure in my bladder. I looked back at the nurse with that puppy-dog-begging-for- food look on my face, and she must have understood because she said, "Will it help if I turn away?" I nodded pathetically. She turned the other way and I still couldn't go, and finally before my little boy nuts exploded with pent-up urine she finally closed the door saying, "I'll be standing right outside the door just call if you need help." "Okay," I said kind of springing up and down subconsciously on the balls of my heels-- a little pee-pee dance. She closed the door, and as if my magic the flow started immediately. I pee-peed for what seemed a full minute which is a long time for a little kid-- their bladders aren't very big. Finally I came out and the nurse escorted me back to my bed. About an hour later I had to go to the bathroom again, and this time they gave me permission to go to the bathroom all by myself. Another nurse had come by when I raised my hand and said, "We know you're a little shy, " So she unplugged me, and said, "You know where it is right?" I nodded. "Well go and come back as quick as you can." I started to run, and she said, "Not that quick hot-dog." I got back to my bed and they re-hooked the antibiotic bag to me and the nurse went away and I relaxed and I was left alone for awhile just me and my thoughts. Now what happened next is a little difficult to express in words. It's subtle and complicated at the same time. It has one part to do with the mentality and cognitive capacity of a little boy almost but not quite at grade school age and one part to do with the esoteric mysteries of the subconscious mind and one part to do with something else-- call it coincidence or chance or whatever-- sometimes, events unfold in such a peculiar way that it seems as though there were a supernatural intelligence that was directing the unlikely series of events. While I lay there-- something was bubbling up into my conscious awareness. Something I had noticed but couldn't remember. Something I had noticed before, but wasn't conscious of. While I laid there starring at this ceiling fan (this was before most hospitals had air-conditioning-- imagine that) twirling and twirling and focusing on the crescent moons that for some reason all ceiling fans have which I have no idea why-- going round and round and round and round and twirling and swirling-- I began to grow sleepy but at the same time was not falling asleep-- instead my thoughts became more lucid-- what was happening I realize now is that the motion of the fan was calming my mind-- I was hypnotizing myself. I had had a rough afternoon-- the effect was like a painkiller. And then I kind of floated into myself no longer seeing the fan at all but got quietly lost in my thoughts-- there was something there I had put into the back of my mind-- something I wanted to think about later-- a little mystery-- something that happened- something I partially realized when I was in the bathroom by myself that second trip. I laid there imagining it in my mind... "Okay, what was it-- what was it I forgot about?" I thought to myself. I started at the beginning, "Okay, the nurse sends me to the bathroom, I went inside and I went pee-pee-- What was it?? " I recreated the entire experience visually in my mind. "Dang it-- what was it?" I thought to myself. And at the same time I had unconsciously put both of my hands under the gown and was unselfconsciously playing with my little wee-wee, which I suddenly became aware of. And then, instantly, and without warning I remembered. It was something that I had noticed many times before and always put into the back of my mind to think about later and always forget-- except this time-- I remembered. Something that I had subconsciously noticed the time before when I was trying to go and couldn't but couldn't dwell on it to any extent because of the emotional turmoil I was going through at the time. It was an amazing experience, like remembering a dream for the first time, when you never had been able to before. What I remembered is the last time I went to the bathroom by myself, and I went pee-pee that my pee-pee was normal. Like it usually was when I went pee-pee. I remember being curious why I hadn't been able to go before but now I could with no problem. I remember that I noticed something different about my pee-pee. Something I had noticed before but had always forgotten. It seemed to me that my pee-pee was different. Was it smaller, softer? I wasn't sure. It felt different in my two fingers too. I remembered before when I was standing there with the nurse watching, and also while I had been trying to go into the bed pan, I didn't even have to hold it, it just pointed out all on its own, but this last time I had to hold it in my two fingers like I usually do to aim it. This was weird. Did I have two kinds of pee-pees?? One where I can go to the bathroom the other kind I can't?? That's as far as I got but I was excited to do some experimenting and find out more. Then a few minutes later I was broken out of my reverie because it was time to take my temperature. Oh, this was fun-- I forgot to tell you about this!! Every two hours on clockwork, they came to take my temperature-- you know, because I had an infection-- remember?? A nurse would come bye and pull the sheet off of me and tell me to turn over and lay on my stomach-- helping me to be careful not to tie up the tube going into my arm. So, I didn't mind lying on my stomach to hide my pee-pee anyways. So there I was the first time they did this, and the nurse was doing something behind me so I turned to look behind my shoulder as best I could and she had a thermometer in one hand and a jar of Vaseline in the other and I watched her dip the thermometer inside the jar o Vaseline and I had no fucking clue what she was doing to the thermometer but I knew I wasn't going to like the taste of Vaseline when she put that thing in my mouth but what could I do- - these were doctors and nurses and you just had to put up with whatever they did to you. As it turned out she never stuck the thermometer in my mouth. She stuck it in my ass instead. I had never experienced that before in my conscious memory. I was about as surprised as a little boy could be-- that was the very last place-- I shit you not-- I'm not kidding-- that I thought she was going to stick that thing! I must have jumped almost six inches off of the bed when I felt the metal touch my butt-hole which instinctively puckered up to the coldness of it-- 'Did they just pull that thing out a refrigerator?" I thought to myself. And for a moment I thought she's just going to hold it there against my poop-hole as I called it back then but she told me to hold still and relax which I tried my best to do, and I felt the slender glass tube slide considerably into my boy-hole. It was amazing. I could feel the sensations there and they were more sensitive and more acute than anything I'd ever felt anywhere else on my body. And the thing that shocked me the most is when it was in movement sliding in against my tight sphincter, it felt good-- really good. I just kind of shoved my face into the pillow wallowing in the surprise pleasant sensations. Of course she only inserted it about two inches, maybe not even that far and once it stopped sliding those wonderful sensations went away. And after a minute I was not even conscious of the thermometer in my ass. "Now, don't move I'll be back in two minutes," the nurse said and then meandered off towards the nurses station leaving me there laying on my back my boy butt totally exposed in with what must have been an obscene looking thermometer protruding out of my anus as like the flag on the moon. Now when I had turned over to my stomach I placed my hands under my body as is a very common position for little kids when they sleep on their stomach-- I kind of tucked them under my body cupping my dick and balls. I don't know why they just felt natural there-- like that's where they were supposed to go-- I did this when I was sleeping in my pajamas too at home, but being that I was naked, my hand was making direct contact with my little boy wee-wee and my testicalls and it felt completely totally natural and a normal place to sooth a little boys unpredictable emotions when he's feeling excited or embarrassed. And, I felt it. I knew it was different. I didn't even have to look. My pee-pee felt different in the cup of my hand-- harder, firmer, and it felt-- more sensitive. I wanted to take it to the next compulsive level and observe it. I wanted to turn over and have a look but the nurse had told me to lie still and not move and besides I was aware of the fact that I had a glass tube sticking out of my butt so I just laid there and explored with my fingers and there was no doubt about it, me wee-wee was very different. What was running through my mind also was that I had a little pee-pee problem. I was a bed wetter at that age and also a pants wetter and I was just at that stage where I was starting to have some real progress getting control over this little problem I had. And let me tell you its plenty embarrassing-- I was in almost constant anxeity that I might pee my pants all through the day and at night that I might wet the bed. Parents should take notice of this that it does no good whatsoever to add insult to injury when your little boy pees his pants in public by yelling at him or getting angry at him because he's already embarrassed as hell over it-- believe me it wasn't my intention to piss my pants at the grocery store or wherever we were- - it fact it was a frigging nightmare-- I desperately wanted to stop doing it, but I didn't know how. I was starting to make progress controlling it, and only because I thought, I had become so super- aware of the state of my bladder worrying about it all the time-- going to the bathroom constantly even when I really didn't have to go that bad-- not knowing how long before I had the chance to go again. And what was going through my mind was possibly I might have just discovered a new solution to the problem which if it worked, could give me confidence that I could control the problem when it occurred and therefore remove the most anxious and worrisome thing going on in my little boy life-- and just the thought of it, of being freed from that burdensome anxiety felt like lady liberty herself had possibly helped me to discover this. What am I saying exactly? I know I was only five years old almost six, but even at that age two things were obvious to me at this stage. One was that my penis apparently, had two states of being-- a normal state where it was easy to pee, and another state, that I had up to this point in time been unconsciously aware of, and when it was in that state, it could not go pee-pee. Therefore, it seemed to me if I could consciously will my pee-pee to change states or by some means figure out what causes it to change states, I could, in an emergency where I thought I might pee-pee my pants, cause the pee-pee to get hard and rigid thereby giving me extra time to say I have to go to the bathroom and get there and thereby save the day. This is what was going through my mind at this moment, not anything particularly sexual. Although I did make mental note that my pee-pee felt extra good in my hands. So, the nurse finally comes back about five minutes later, and by that time I had completely forgotten about the really good feeling that I got when she inserted the thermometer into my boy hole and when she pulled it out I remembered all over again. She pulled it out nice and slow too. It was even better than the first time. I think I even let out an audible coo. The nurse seemed to pay me no attention what-so-ever, and read the reading on the glass phallic tube, and uttered out loud, '99.6' "Is that good?" I asked. "Yes, your temperature is consistently dropping it's almost normal." "Oh good" I said and at the same time unselfconsciously rolled over onto my back exposing my very erect little boner, which I swear was like an inch and a half and more rigid than I even remembered ever seeing it. It was weird because normally I wouldn't have done this with the nurse right there but I instantly became so awed by my own dick; I had completely lost all my shyness. My hand instinctively went to my rigid member and felt it, right there in front of the nurse. I was amazed. The nurse wasn't really paying much attention. She was looking at my monitor or something and checking one last time things before getting all of us boys ready for bed. My mind was completely oblivious anyways, totally, unselfconsciously, and leaving the sheet down, I kind of flicked it a couple of times in amazement and watched it boing boing right to its starting position like it had a rubber band inside of it. Suddenly I asked the nurse for a pee-pee pan. "You have to go?" She asked. "I don't think so," I said, "I don't know." She looked at me laying there fully exposed without one sign of embarrassment and said rhetorically, "I thought you were shy?" And then went off to get a bed pan. She came back and I sat up and tried to go pee-pee and sure enough I couldn't go. I was ecstatic. I solved my pee-pee problem. This wide grin came across my face and I flicked my dick a couple of times in front of the nurse and said joyously," Look!!" Boinging my erect prick enthusiastically. "Yes?" The nurse said, "What?" kind of impatient like. "Look," I said again, the grin still wrapped from ear to ear, "I don't have to go!" "I see that," she said grabbing the bedpan impatiently, and pulling the sheet up all the way to my chin, and pointing her index finger at me shaking it back and forth. "This is a hospital, " she said and let out a sigh as though she had to think carefully what she was going to say next, "And the nurses are all very busy and we don't have time for boy's and their little naughty games. Now go to sleep." The grin vanished from my face, and I reluctantly laid my head down but only after she put the shush sign in front of her lips. I had wanted to explain myself. She had gotten this wrong. Normally I'm shy but I had just made a fantastic discovery that had solved my bed-wetting problem-- I had taken a bit of an offense that a good little boy like me would have intentionally done something naughty and I thought that was unfair but, I laid my head down and closed my eyes. A couple minutes later the lights were all turned off in the ward, and cupping my hands over my genitals as I lay on my stomach, for the first time since I could remember, since my parents had stopped making me wear diapers and told me I was old enough to control my pee-pee, what-ever that meant, I drifted soundly off to child-land, without the worry that I might pee-pee the bed. My hands were cupping my stiff wiener, and I knew that I couldn't possibly pee. A little while later, I'm not sure how long a gentle voice was waking me up. It was a grown man. He was wearing the hospital scrubs like the nurses were but the doctors wore them too. "Wake up sleepy head," the man said kind of brushing my blond hair, which was kind of long out of my eyes. "Hi," I said, "Who are you, the doctor?" "No, I'm a nurse," he said. "You are??" I said confused. "That surprises you?" "Well-- You're a man-- I thought nurses were all ladies." "Nope-- there are men nurses too." "Oh," I said. "Have you come to take my temperature?" I said. "No, why are you running a fever?" he asked feeling my forehead. "No-- it's just-- that's what the nurses usually do when they show up." "Yes-- no, I'm here to give you a bath," and at the same time he flicked the curtains around my bed. "Sheesh," I said out loud. I Didn't know those were there. You mean the nurses could have closed those curtains all those times they took my temperature and I had to try and pee in the bedpan?? I was amazed-- it seemed that male nurses appreciated a kids privacy a lot better!! "Wait?" I said. "What?" The man said calmly. "Where's the bathtub?" "No bathtub-- only this?" he said showing me a washrag. "Oh," I said still confused. The man held out his hand and said, "My name's Robert," "Danny," I said shaking his hand. "Now, do you want me to lower the sheet, or do you want to?" And again, totally unselfconsciously I lowered the sheet. This was really weird-- I wasn't embarrassed at all-- maybe because the man was being so nice to me. He pointed at the gown I was half wearing-- which is about the best you can wear it and said, "You're gona have to get that out of the way." I kind of pulled and tugged it out from under my body and handed it to him. He then threw it into the crash can. "Hey?" "Don't worry-- we have a new one for you, and he placed a plastic wrapped new gown on the table next to the bed." "See?" I nodded. And that's when I caught the man make a deliberate look at my pee-pee. It wasn't a glance; it was a long stare, for about five seconds. I followed his glance and looked at my own pee-pee and instantly got anxious and disappointed at the same time. It was no longer bonerized. It was small and soft and its usual looking self, and I knew that that meant I could pee-pee the bed. I frown of concern came over my expressions. "What? What is it?" he said, "Are you embarrassed? The station head said you were a little shy." "No, its not that-- I don't mind you looking, it's just that..." "What?" he said. "Well-- its kind of hard to explain and I don't want to be naughty." "Its okay, I won't think you're naughty-- what is it Danny?" "Well-- its just that-- I'm worried about wetting the bed. Hey-- can you take my temperature?" Now-- I think I have to explain here. I had no idea what made my dick bonerize. The only clue that I had was that it happened as a direct result of having my temperature taken. And it suddenly occurred to me if the male nurse-- after he was done giving me a washcloth bath could take my temperature-- I could get my wood on and not have to worry about wetting the bed in my sleep. "I could have a nurse come over and take your temperature when I'm done if you like," he said, "but honestly I don't understand what that has to do with you wetting the bed. Why don't I let you go to the bathroom? Why don't you try that-- I could get the bed- pan?" "Okay," I said, but still I knew that didn't always work. He got a bed pan and I really didn't have to go. I pushed and pushed and I got a few drops out but it wasn't because I had a boner it was just because I didn't have to go-- but I knew I had drank lots of juice before going to bed and it was all in me-- sheesh they were making me drink juice every five minutes. All the way up until they turned the lights out and then left a glass of juice by the bedside even then. I looked at him in desperation, "It's not working. I think I need my temperature taken." "Well I still don't understand, but lets get the bath out of the way first," "Okay," I resigned. Robert's firm hands felt good as he washed my body. It really tickled when he washed my smooth arm pits and around my belly and stuff. He was really gentle when he washed my private parts too, kind of taking his time there but I didn't mind. He was talking to me the whole time to ease any embarrassment-- which funny enough I didn't have. While Robert was taking his time on my private parts I did start to get a tingly feeling down there and in my belly but I didn't get hard-- I think because I was so mentally anxious about wetting the bed. But I did notice he was touching me funny, and no adult really kind of touched me there. I even at one point was wondering if Nurse Robert was being naughty but I let it go because adults are never naughty, I already knew that. While he was wiping my body with the warm soapy water which actually felt very relaxing, I was getting more and more relaxed. Robert washed my inner thighs which tickled a bit too and I giggled. Robert thought that was funny too and he laughed. "Sorry," he said. "It's okay," I really was starting to like Nurse Robert-- he was being really really nice to me-- treating me like I was something special. As he washed me he kept rubbing my blond hair with his hand, kind of clawing his fingers through my bangs. "You're so beautiful," he said. "Thank you," I said. "Those emerald blues of yours are hypnotizing," I didn't know what he meant but I nodded. He was touching my differently now, than at first, softer, gentler, more lovingly. I liked the feel of his strong hands being so gentle. He was talking quieter now too, almost in a whisper. "Do you like this, how I'm touching you?" "Yes Robert it feels good." "Turn over and I'll do your backside," he whispered. I turned over and he was touching me very lovingly now, caressing my back, kind of rubbing my shoulders with his strong hands. Nurse Robert started whispering into my ear as he was massaging my shoulders," You are a beautiful angel. Do you know that?" Something was happening to me now-- it was scary kind of but not scary-- it was, exciting. Nurse Robert had set down the washrag as he had started masassing my back and my shoulder blades. Now he had one hand lightly touching my smooth little boy balls which were exposed in- between my legs. It felt good-- a very soft touch--- so so soft. It was making my balls to get goose bumps. Then Nurse Robert licked my neck which gave me goose bumps there too. My body went rigid it felt so good. Who would ever have thought. He whispered into my ear, "Does this feel good my little angel, me loving you like this." I nodded. It was strange. I was enjoying it. I liked being called an angel and beautiful and all that. And then Robert started breathing into my ear and licking inside of my ear and licking my neck and my bed wetting anxiety began to melt away out of my consciousness. And my whole body stiffened, and my prick was stiffening as Nurse Robert was also touching that which was now poking out from behind me in-between my legs. "Feels good doesn't it," Robert said. I moaned as he lightly stroked my dick with two fingers. He whispered into my ear, "If you promise to be quiet-- real real quiet, I will give you some love down there too," he said as he played with my balls and dick, and it felt so good, "Would you like that?" "I nodded," "And you'll be real real quiet?" I nodded enthusiastically. Nurse Robert then scooted down towards my lower body, and suddenly I felt his warm moist tongue lick my balls. I stiffened again. He rubbed my lower back with the palm of his firm hand in circles very lovingly. He licked again and oh my God it felt so good. Nurse Robert was definitely being naughty-- but I liked it. I wouldn't have liked it if just anybody started doing these things to me-- I liked it because he was. And then I felt his hot lips wrap around my one and half inch boner poking out from behind me and I felt his tongue rubbing against my dick inside of his mouth and I started to moan just a little. "Shhhhh, my little angel, I know it feels good but you have to be quiet," he whispered. I stuck my thumb inside of my mouth and started sucking on it like how I get when I'm feeling intense emotions, and I'm trying not to express them. Nurse Robert then spread my buns apart and I felt his hot tongue touch my butt-hole. I thought I was going to die right then and there of pure ecstasy. I could hardly believe how good that felt. "Feels good?" he whispered. I nodded exaggeratingly. "You want more?" I nodded again. Nurse Robert then penetrated my boy-hole with his tongue, and I almost fainted it felt so good. He then flicked his tongue quickly in and out of my asshole, and it was making my prick throb each time he did it. I motioned for Robert to come up to my face so I could tell him something. He did, putting his ear next to my mouth. "Can you to take my temperature now?" I asked, panting. At first Robert looked confused and then he said, "I can do something that will feel like I'm taking your temperature-- and you can pretend that I am, okay?" I nodded. I saw Robert go to a drawer and get a jar of Vaseline that the nurses used to take my temperature with and I was glad-- I knew now that I wouldn't wet the bed. A minute later I felt Robert touching my butt hole, but I knew it was his finger. "Good idea," I thought to myself-- I never would have thought of that-- I could have done that myself-- Robert's a genius-- who needs a thermometer? Robert then penetrated my virgin boy hole with his middle finger, and gently eased it all the way up into my rectum. I moaned as it moved in. "Feels good?" "Yes," I whispered. He then pulled it backwards and kept the feeling going and then forwards and then backwards and my dick was throbbing the whole time, and I was grinding my pelvis into the hospital bed forcing my hard little prick against the mattress not knowing what else to do. After a couple minutes Robert started finger fucking my hole faster and faster, and then suddenly this good feeling erupted from my pee-pee and went all over my body including my butt-hole. My whole little body went completely rigid for several seconds and then I went completely limp. Robert pulled his finger out of my body, and then he was doing something very excitedly, I could hear this fast paced sound like spank-spank-spank-spank-spank-spank but I didn't know what he was doing. I looked over my shoulder and Nurse Robert had his own pee- pee sticking out of his pants the biggest pee-pee I ever saw bigger than I ever imagined they could be. He had his hand on it and was kind of like pumping it up and down real real fast with one hand and holding my butt cheeks apart with the other and aiming his pee- pee at my butt hole. And he did this for a minute or so and looked frustrated. Suddenly he stopped and got the jar of Vaseline again, He got up to whisper in my ear again and said, "Is it okay if I stick my pee- pee in, just a little, it's gona hurt just a bit?" "Okay," I said. "Be really really quiet okay??" "Okay," I whispered. Robert guided my thumb back into my mouth, "Suck on your thumb really hard okay and don't stop," I nodded. I watched as Robert put some Vaseline all over his dick head and then kind of got on top of me. I could feel his dick head pressing against my butt hole and it felt good at first but he kept pressing and it started to hurt and I sucked on my thumb really hard because suddenly it hurt really bad but only for a second. I felt the fat part of his dick-- his dick head pop into my butt hole. It even made a popping sound. Robert then made loud whispering gasping sounds and I could feel liquid squirting into my butt hole and leaking out of the side of the hole and down onto my balls. "Did Robert just pee inside of my butt hole?" I didn't know. There was no more pain as soon as Robert stopped pushing his cock into me. I guess all he wanted was to push the cock-head in. It didn't hurt again until he pulled it out and I nearly squealed out loud but sucked my thumb really hard. As soon as it popped out, it stopped hurting again. Robert cleaned me up with the wash cloth, and I was a bit confused. He then put some painkilling cream on my butt hole. "This will help for now, it may be a little sore tomorrow," he said. I enjoyed everything up to the part where he kind of hurt me-- although it only hurt for a second each time. "I'm sorry, " he said. "It's okay," I said. "Why?-" I started to ask. "Nobody knows," Robert said solemnly, "Don't even ask-- because nobody knows." "Oh," I said. "Nobody knows what?" "Nobody knows why we sometimes hurt the ones we love the most. Are you gona tell on me?" I thought about it. I probably would have but since he asked me that way and gave me the power to make that decision. "No," I said, "I know you didn't want to hurt me and you made me feel really good." "Good-bye my angel," he said opening the package with my nightgown. "I'll put it on in the morning," I said. "Hey look!" I said looking at my still erect boner. "You helped me not to pee the bed!" I watched Robert, a little depressed; dispatch himself through the closed curtains, disappearing from view like an apparition, and disappearing forever. As I fell back asleep I thought about what had happened. I even thought about telling. I was feeling a little like what Robert had done was a bad thing-- that part at the end where he hurt me. What I didn't realize then and what I realize now is that Robert didn't really want to do that-- he kind of lost control there at the end. He was in his most vulnerable position being there with his cock out and jacking off over my naked body. If another nurse had suddenly came through the curtains at that time poor Robert would have been done for. For that reason he was feeling a mighty anxiety to cum as quickly as possible. He knew he had been in there too long with me. Much longer and people's suspicions would start. That is why he couldn't cum even though he was jacking himself off furiously. He was also feeling very scared and anxious during this vulnerable time-- too scared to cum easily. Looking back on it, if Robert could have been alone with me and taken his time he could have had more of what he wanted and I wouldn't have felt the hurt quite as bad and I would have discovered a newer even greater pleasure that would have made the hurt instantly forgivable. He wanted to cum, and he knew that if he pushed his cock- head into my tight little boy hole, there would have been no choice for his dick it would cum all over the place. And besides that-- perhaps that was the one act he had never indulged with a child before, and so it became the primary fantasy-- maybe he never encountered a kid that was as into it as I was and thought he might never again have the opportunity-- maybe he went way further with me then he ever thought he would and thought he would soon be in prison or perhaps a victim of sudden massive depression leading to suicide. Who knows what was going through his brain-- like I said I didn't think he had planned that part, I think he got a little out of control-- sex is mysterious and in the heat of passion one can do things they didn't think they would ever do. All Robert knew is that he wanted to fuck a little boy and he knew it would make him cum, so he could get finished and get the hell out of here before he was literally finished. And that's exactly what he did and the moment his cock head pushed through my tight sphincter it unloaded. If he hadn't of been so anxious to cum quick he could have gone slower and it wouldn't have hurt so bad and also there's something else. You see, if Robert had just pushed his cock-head in just a tiny bit further I would have discovered a pleasure that would have made the intrusion instantly forgivable. My little prostate was only about a half inch away and if he'd pushed in just that much more I would have had an ejaculation myself. How do I know this? Because it happened the very next morning, as chance would have it. As though nature herself wanted me to experience it, and to forgive Robert. Wanted me to experience my first prostate cum, as though I were owed it because of what just happened. I'm not sure, but I can say two things almost certainty. What happened next would never have happened if Robert didn't pop my little cherry the night before. The other thing I'm certain of, is that if what happened the next day hadn't have happened-- I never would have forgiven Robert. It's a very strange mystery. Probably to this very day I would have thought of myself as a terribly abused victim of child abuse. If I had told on him I probably would have ruined his life, and in addition been treated like an injured child my whole growing up-- the consequences on my development if that would have happened would have been detrimental beyond all description. This event would have followed me around my entire memorable childhood and growing up. And I probably would have become a young adult with victim mentality, no control over his life, suffering from depression and anxiety and all manner of mental illness not because of what happened to me but because of how I was treated forever from that day. And I know, I'm going to tell you what happened in just a bit, but there's one more thing I have got to say. If I had told on Robert, I would also have had to live with the fact that his life would have been ruined. Maybe I wouldn't have understood that until I was older but one I believe for sure-- I would have felt that on my conscience. If Robert went to prison or committed suicide because I decided to tell someone, it doesn't matter how much people told me it wasn't my fault and it was his own fault-- that is way too much burden on any young child's conscience to bear without resulting mental illness. Something for people to think about in their haste to catch a bad guy who might hurt another kid-- they often sacrifice the future of one kid to save another-- its just something to think about. Long story short, I decided not to tell and I have never once regretted that decision. Quite the contrary it gave the best possible opportunity to live a normal life. To put it all behind me and be a normal person-- yes yes I know-- I am a boylover and that certainly complicated my life and maybe this had something to do with it or not who knows? Maybe I would have been a boylover and gay anyways. Nobody knows. I can say becoming a boylover made it impossible to hold any kind of a lasting resentment. There is one other thing I know, if I hadn't have experienced a prostate cum the next day I would probably have never have experienced one-- and wouldn't have become from that day forward, constantly obsessed with my butt-- and sticking things up my butt to re-experience it. It is true that I discovered my butt as a masturbatory tool long before I ever perceived my dick that way. Who knows, maybe I am gay as a result of this mysterious series of happenstance. This is what happened... The next morning I awoke and was amazed I didn't wet the bed. I was awoken my Nurse Prachett telling me it was time to take my temperature. I told her I had to go to the bathroom first and when I got back I got on my stomach and proceeded to endure the humiliating experience one more time. One again I forgot about the pleasure, until she inserted the thermometer, and then I instantly forgave her. She left the thermometer sticking out of my ass as usual and proceeded off somewhere only nurses know they go when they leave thermometers sticking out of little boy's butt-holes and are not even considerate enough to close the curtains. Strangely enough even though I was still mad at Robert, and thought he had done a bad thing to me, I mysteriously wished it was him taking my temperature instead of Nurse Pratchett, even though Nurse Prachett had never hurt me. Nurse Prachett had never loved me either. Anyways, there I am waiting for her to come back, this only takes like five minutes, but as usual they always take their time coming back as though they are reluctant to release kids from this vulnerable and embarrassing predicament. Suddenly I heard two familiar voices coming from down the hall. The clear unmistakable voices of my mom and dad. My body stiffened. I can't tell you exactly why but I think it would have nearly killed me for my parents to see my laying there with a thermometer up my ass. I don't know why-- maybe it was just me. I started thinking, "Crap is that nurse gona ever come back and take this thing out of my butt? My parents are here!" Apparently Nurse Prachett was pre-occupied with talking to my parents, and as I heard all three approaching, I did the only thing I could think to avoid a potentially fatal embarrassing moment. I rolled over onto my back and that's when I realized I had a boner also. This may sound funny but I was still under the impression that the mechanism which seemed to turn on boner activation was having something stuck up your butt and I was certain that my parents in their near infinite knowledge and experience of all things worldly would immediately know if they saw my little chubby that I had something up my butt and was enjoying a little too much for little boys too enjoy, Nurse Prachett directed my parents to my bed and showed absolutely no remembrance what-so-ever that she never came back to retrieve the sacred temperature reading that required medical sodomy of little boys with no more thought than taking their pulse. I could hardly believe that a lady who took her professionalism so seriously could forget something as important as that but apparently she did-- and to my benefit, obviously she wasn't going to put me through the already unpleasant experience right in front of my parents who I'm sure I would have been aptly able to determine that the kindergartner was getting off on the experience. My parents asked me how my first night alone was and did I wet the bed, and the conversation was amusing but I was anxious the whole time for them to get it over with and leave-- I wasn't exactly sure if what I had done was safe and wanted the foreign phallic removed from my rectum as soon as was humanly possible without my parents having to observe the simultaneously wonderful and horrific scene. Finally after what seemed like forever, my parents finally left and I immediately but very embarrassingly had to remind Nurse Prachett if there was anything she had forgotten about. "Humm?" She said. "Perhaps some task you never completed?" "Oh My God!!" She suddenly burst out. "Don't tell me you still have that thermometer in you-- please tell me you pulled it out." I nodded my head no. This seemed to have created a bit of a four alarm situation in the pediatric ward-- not a code blue or anything but suddenly all the staff got quite activated. I was a little scared because they all were acting like this was a much more serious situation than I had thought. They turned me over onto my belly and spread my butt cheeks but apparently the thermometer was no longer protruding from my private spot. This apparently required the immediate attention of the pediatrician. A minute later the doctor came himself to analyze the situation, he too examined my butt hole and enquired as to what had happened. It seemed like he too was calm but serious about the whole affair. A few minutes later the doctor inserted a devise into my rectum in order to spread my hole wider-- turns out he spread it open even wider than Robert did the night before. Once the clamp was inserted into my anal opening and a little bit further in-- just a little bit further in actually than Robert's cock head dared to penetrate. And once having the device inserted to this level of penetration the doctor then proceeded to slowly spread the device open. "This may be a little uncomfortable," the doctor said to me. He was slow, and not deliberately cruel but he did manage to dilate my anus considerably-- about twice as wide as Robert's cock head. The second the doctor began to open the clamps, the top clamp started putting pressure right on a certain spot that I know now was my prostate. In spite of the pain of stretching my anus, as soon as the doctor put considerable pressure with the clamp there I immediately felt a ooh golly feeling. He applied more pressure and the oh golly feeling turned into a Oh fuck this feels good feeling-- so fucking good, that I can tell you now the effect was more powerful than morphine. I instantly got hard and went into a day dreamy state of mind, barely aware of my surrendering. I started sweating and panting. I don't know if the doctor knew what he was doing or not. Maybe he knew that if he inserted the device far enough to put pressure on my prostate this would counter-effect the pain of having my anal opening being stretched. The more pressure against the prostate the more intense the pleasure was until I can tell you for sure I was no longer aware of them dilating my anus or how far they stretched it. Dopamine was being released into my bloodstream which is more powerful than heroin. And at one point, my eyeballs rolled into the back of my head and I squirted cum out of my dick all over the sheets. And the cum continued to squirt every few minutes for as long as the doctor had my ass-hole spread open like he did, and the pressure from the clamps pressed up tight against my little magic spot. And I was barely conscious each time it happened. It was like I was having labor contractions-- every few minutes I'd have another squirt with a powerful orgasmic contraction, and then the release of more dopamine. I was as sedated as a little boy could be. Anyways, turns out the doctor was very concerned I found out later because the situation was dangerous. You know, little boys don't always stay still when their temperatures are taken rectally, and one of the reasons why they don't take kids temperatures anymore this way is because of the risk involved. It was atypical but not at all rare that a boy would pull a stunt like this and move around after the thermometer had been inserted and in so doing the thermometer literally gets swallowed by the rectum. Usually, the thermometer can be seen if you dilate the kids anus and have a look so-- it can be swallowed quite a ways back into the rectum, and as long as the thermometer or at least part of it is still in the rectum it can be retrieved. But in rare cases, the thermometer can actually recede all the way back into the small intestine and in that case the situation is both dangerous and potentially fatal for the little boy. If the thermometer gets lodged into the small intestine there's a possibility that it can perforate the small intestine and if that happens all matter of highly toxic fecal matter goes rushing through the perforation in to the child's bloodstream and in a matter of minutes the liver and kidneys can completely shut down. At that point, the kid is as good as dead, the only thing could possibly keep him alive would be a complete blood transfusion and even then his chances are slim. The doctor finally could see the thermometer so he carefully reached inside with two fingers and pulled it out. The entire length of time that that clamp was pressing against my little tiny boy prostate was about forty five minutes; forty five minutes of the longest orgasm of my entire life. So aren't you happy for me-- the doctor was able to retrieve the thermometer. He did it carefully, and one of the reasons why he had no hesitation to spread my little hole apart was he needed enough room to pull it out carefully, if he broke the thermometer, I would have all matter of glass in my rectum as well as Mercury which is a toxin that can kill if it is absorbed into soft tissue such as the anus-- one of the reasons why companies making children's rectal thermometers stopped using Mercury in them. Now, it turns out that the doctor later seemed to believe two things about this situation after it happened. Number one, he had never in career as a pediatrician, and after seeing rectal swallowings of thermometers as relatively common, he had never ever experienced a situation of rectal swallowing where the thermometer got sucked as far back as it did with me-- the odds were about a thousand to one and was only likely if the anus had already been dilated. You see, usually a little boy's anus is tight enough to hold a thermometer securely in place-- in the event the rectum swallows the thermometer because the kid rolled around and sat on the damn thing-- usually it doesn't go that far back because the rectum is tight as well-- that is unless somebody just popped the kids cherry the night before. The anus would have been dilated and unable to resist the pull of the rectum and the rectum would have kept withdrawing the thermometer backwards because the anal opening was too weak to hold it in place. So to make a long story short-- the doctor suspected something was wrong. He suspected that my sphincter muscle and my rectum were abnormally weak. He questioned me about it. He asked me some very pointed questions concerning the possibility that I might have had anything bigger around than a finger recently inserted into my behind-- that's what he called my rectum-- my behind. I lied. I said no. If I had told, I know now the doctor would never have done what he did next-- having a perfectly good explanation as to the cause of my rectal weakness. As a result of that, the doctor suspected that there was something wrong with my insides because the anal opening and my sphincter muscle should be a lot stronger than that. He notified my parents that he wanted to do a through rectal examination under general anesthesia. My parents agreed. And as a result of that, the doctor found a very small tumor that was affecting both my sphincter muscle and my bladder. After analysis, it was discovered to be malignant. They scheduled immediate surgery, and lucky for me, the tumor was so small and had just started growing, they were able to remove it all and I lived happily ever after. God works in mysterious ways. It also solved my pee-pee problem. You see, the tumor was causing pain when my bladder started to fill with urine and I was unconsciously tightening my sphincter muscle to avoid the pain. After a little while the sphincter muscle became fatigued and I would lose control of my bladder and pee-pee my pants or the bed. It says in the bible, not to judge, because only God knows why - things - happen. Chapter two of my fun and exciting childhood is on its way soon. Please feel free to email me, to make comments or ask questions. I like feedback. Email me at darronthewitch@yahoo.com