Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2010 16:49:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kelly Keesee <kkykk@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Candles

Candles
kkykk@rocketmail.com

I guess that not enough people have had a chance to laugh at me.  That's
the only real reason I can think of as to why I'm writing this.  I've
gotten to the point where I can laugh at myself.

It was a few years back.  Not long after Christmas and I was trying out one
of my presents.  I was into various crafts at the time and I really liked
making candles.  Not just the tapers or the big round things but all the
fun molds.  I used ice cubes to make some really weird looking candles. And
I could experiment with different the different scents and colors.  My
brother did not appreciate the one I made for him that smelled of cannabis.
He had a lot of talking to do when he lit it up in his dorm room.

The present I got was kewl.  It wasn't the first time I got it.  It was a
kit that I could make my own mold.  You mixed up the chemicals, poured it
in a shell and then stuck something in and the chemicals solidified around
it.  You just sliced it open, pulled out whatever it was, and then used the
shell to hold it all together.  It was easy to pour the wax and make a
replica as a candle.  I did a great unicorn from a kid's toy.  And a couple
of molds of my hands doing different things.  I did the bottom half of a
Barbie doll.  My friend took the first candle I made.  His mom told my mom
and I never saw the mold again.

One of the molds of my hand was not supposed to by my hand.  The first
thing I wanted to do got too soft.  Yea, I wanted to do my own dick.  I
boned up, lined up and stuck it in.  It didn't work, I went limp before the
chemicals set up.  Actually so quick that I stuck my hand in and it worked
on my hand.

I didn't give up on the idea.  I just had to figure out a way to keep boned
up.  There were some days that I spent thinking about how I could do that.
I'd even try to stay hard as long as I could while sitting in class.  That
was so much different than a couple of years earlier when I would try to
hide all my boners I got in school.  I was still hiding them, I had just
gotten better at it.  If I had put that much research into my science
project, I would have won the Tri-County Sci-Fair.

I knew that needing to pee was a factor.  I boned up a lot when I had to
pee.  And they say that morning wood is caused by the need to pee.  So, I
would drink a lot before I tried.

Most of the time when I actually wanted to get a boner, I could think about
it and get one.  But if just thought about my boner, it wouldn't stay that
long.  I had to play with it or stroke it.  If I thought sexy stuff, I was
good with keeping my boner.

When I looked at mags and porn, my boner would stay, even get harder.  So
some nasty mags were collected.  And I selected several pics from the
internet.  I printed several really graphic shots and filed them away.
There were a few that I had barely looked at that I knew were hot.  I
wanted to keep them fresh for when I would try.

I also had a CD with a bunch of pictures from a pretty famous, at least for
my bunch, sleepover and T or D game.  It was with the girls we hung with.
There were a lot of pics of dicks and balls and butts.  And tits.  A lot of
tits.  And bushes and pussies.  I wasn't completely convinced that I like
the dicks and balls better than the tits and pussies at the time, so I
printed out some of each.  And either really did work.

I did have some pics of my own junk.  It wasn't so much that I liked
looking, it was just that it was exciting getting those pictures taken.  I
printed some of those too.

It wasn't long before that when my uncle gave me something that I knew was
going to help.  He thought he was being funny when he handed me a tube from
a cigar that he just lit.  He thought it was kewl to smoke cigars when
watching the horse races.  He thought it was funny when he told me it was a
dildo for my girlfriend.  I held on to it the rest of the day and kept
thinking about it being a dildo.  But not really for her.  The next weekend
was the first time I was alone in the house.  I learned that lube was a
pretty necessary thing but after that discovery, I found out just how good
going in my hole could be.  I stayed on my side in my bed and pumped the
tube into my butt hole for hours.  I was dizzy by the time I stood up.  I
didn't make myself cum just from using the tube, it would be a couple years
later when I developed enough control to not just grab hold of my dick and
jack like mad to get off.

Oh, it is a very different feeling if you either freeze water in the tube
or fill it up with hot water.  It just makes me laugh when I think about
when I put a marble inside the tube.

I even had part of a Viagra pill, but it didn't last until that day.  I
used it during a different T or D game.  Or really afterwards.

I had all that lined up.  I'd drink a lot, get horny and hard, keep looking
at pics, and use my cigar tube.  I had been looking for something sexy to
read and that is when I found the Nifty stories.  I had several of my
favorites printed out.  I needed the time and a place to do it.  I had a
plan for that too.  My brother had moved out of our room when he thought he
was too good to sleep with his runt of a baby brother.  I know its because
he wanted to jack off without me watching him.  He moved into a room that
was an office or something by the previous owners of the house.  It was at
the other end of the house, away from most everything.

I know it was mostly a signal to my brother that he needed to get a job and
get out on his own instead of coming home after he graduated college.  My
parents were ripping up his room.  Not just the carpet but the walls and
the built in cabinets.  At the time, it was a barren room with just some
lumber and buckets and stuff like that.  My plan was to put a couple of
board across a ladder and bucket so that there was a space between the
boards that I could stick my dick through and into the sleeve.  My dick
would line up just right and wouldn't have to bend it or me bend over.  I
could put all my porn and pics on the ground in front of my face.  All I
would have to do is lay there, with my boner in the goop, and wait for the
timer to go off.  And keep plugging my hole with the cigar tube.

I practiced twice and easily kept hard until the timer went off and never
touched my dick.  It worked and I celebrated each time by jacking off.

I thought I had the time worked out.  And I really did, it was the other
stuff that I will tell about that didn't let me finish before my sister and
mother got home.  They were out, I set everything up.  When I was ready, I
got completely naked in my bathroom.  Washed my dick, I didn't want
anything nasty sticking to the candles.  Then went to my brother's old room
and started mixing up the goop.  I stirred and my boner got harder as it
spun around as my arm moved.  I filled the sleeve, put it position and then
hurried to get me ready.  I was so hard, so that wasn't the problem.  I cut
a hole is saran wrap, the clear food wrap, to put it over my dick and keep
my pubes out of the way.  I didn't want to get pubes in the goop.

Yea, I did have pubes.  I was over 6 inches long, I measured several times.
I'm cut, so I didn't have to worry about getting the goop inside my
foreskin.  My boner points out straight with just a little upward angle.
That made it a good candidate for doing what I wanted to do.  I think I got
good sized balls, they hang pretty low.  And I got a lot of pubes.  I
hadn't really ever trimmed them.  One time right when I started getting
pubes and then right before I went to camp.  I didn't do them very short
that time.  I really should have thought about an aggressive pube trim.

With my dick in the goop, it was warming up, almost getting too hot.  I was
staying hard.  The cigar tube was in my butt.  I was just barely looking at
the pics.  I reached down and pushed my balls into the goop.  I thought it
would look even better if my candle had a base of balls.  It was really
feeling pretty good.  I pumped the cigar tube in a few times and had to
stop, it felt like I was about to shoot several times.  I did keep doing
that, it seemed to really keep me hard.  I was getting a little worried, I
could feel some gap between my dick head and the solidifying mold.  About
that time, I heard the alarm.  I laughed and I knew it had worked.  I
figured I'd have to work on getting a flat bottom but I was pretty good at
doing that.  I could feel my dick loose in the mold, so all I had to do is
slide right out.

I pushed up on the boards, but the whole sleeve came with me.  I wiggled a
little but it still was moving with me.  It was like it was attached.  I
reached under my butt and pulled my balls, they came out but I felt some
pubes being pulled.  It wasn't my balls holding the mold on me.  I rolled
over and then stood up.  I had the whole sleeve and mold just hanging on to
me.  I pulled straight out and I could see my skin pull with it.

And I saw the goop right up against me.  I could barely see the saranwrap.
I was so far off thinking that it was going to work.  The goop oozed all
around it and mixed with my pubes.  I might as well not even tried the
saranwrap.  I think it was when I decided to push my balls into the mold
that it messed it all up and the goop went all over.

I did panic a little but it was really that I was cussing and mad.  I sat
down and tried to pull the pubes out of the goop.  I may have pulled two or
three out.  More than that pulled out of me.  That was hurting.  I looked
around the room for something to help.  There wasn't much at all.  No
knives or scissors, nothing really to help me out.  So, I was going to head
out to the kitchen, maybe my bathroom.  I stood there and looked down.  I
looked so ridiculous with this big can looking thing sticking out of me.
It really didn't pull too much on my pubes.  It didn't hurt unless I shook
it back and forth. Yea, I tried it a couple of times.

I opened the door and the first thought I had was I didn't remember turning
on the TV.  And I didn't.  I moved up where I could see in the other room,
there was my sister and mother.  I had avoided letting my mother see me
naked for years.  I had flashed and mooned my sister but that was for the
shock value and I doubt if she really ever saw much.  There was no way that
I could get around them.  I couldn't sneak around at all.  I could crawl
out the window, run around to the other side of the house, with a can on my
dick, and then crawl in my window, that was NEVER locked.  I thought better
of that.  Especially when I heard kid voices outside after I had my head
out the window.

I figured I could just wait them out.  At some point, they would get up and
leave or at least go to another part of the house.  I sat back down and
worked a little more at pulling pubes, one by one.  The things was, one of
my plans to keep a boner was the need to pee.  Now, that was coming to
haunt me.  The only time I enjoyed peeing on myself was in the shower, and
only because the water was running to wash it off immediately.  I had
several thoughts about just peeing like I was.  But everytime I thought
about it, I could think of a bigger mess it would be.  Like if I had to go
to the hospital and they had to cut it off, it would be full of pee.  If I
just made a run to my room, when or if my sister and mom left, it would
leave a trail of pee.  It just didn't seem like a good idea at all.

And remember, I was pretty horny too.  All that porn and poking with the
cigar tube, I was ready for relief that way too.

I waited and waited.  I had my head out the window, looking for one of the
boys who might go get me a knife or something.  I couldn't ever even see
them.  It seemed like my sister and mom were never going to leave and I was
convincing myself that I was just going to have to get embarrassed and let
them know, and probably help me.

I went out to the corner of the wall.  I tried to call my mom, my voice was
just not loud enough.  I tried two more times before she answered.  I told
her not to be mad, she knew she had better start getting mad.  And I told
her I needed help.  And before I could ask her to get rid of my sister, my
sister came bouncing out of her chair and right over to where she could see
me.  She screamed, she laughed, she ran back in the room, she came back,
she laughed, and she laughed, and she laughed.  And pointed.

My mom appeared with a "Oh my God!  What did you do?!"  She knew.  She
grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the middle of the room.  She
swatted my butt one time and had me stand there.  I had to tell what I did.
It was hard to tell about it and it was the closest I had been to crying in
years.  In the meantime, my sister grabbed the sleeve and pulled.  I
thought my dick and balls were being pulled off.  It wasn't just my pubes,
but dick and balls.  The second time she pulled, I had to follow her around
the room.  Several times my balls got caught wrong and hurt.  My mom is
telling me to just let my sister pull it off.  She said my penis was
flexible enough that it would squeeze out.  I explained to her that it was
my penis, it was the pubes.

After I screamed like I was getting gutted, she told my sister to quit.  My
mom was so pissed by that time, she just left the room.  She called my dad,
then her sister, and I think our minister at church, and then my dad again.
She really didn't come back to help.

In the meantime, my sister ran next door to get her best friend.  And her
brother came as well.  Her friend was the same age as her, two grades older
than me.  And I had a few fantasies about her the last couple of years.
She was also the first girl, other than my sister to see my peepee, years
before.  Her brother was pretty goofy at the time.  He is a year younger
than me.  I think he's cute but was loose.  I can't think of another word
to describe him.  He was always a little lost about what was going on.  He
seemed to be always eating, or at least sticking his finger in his mouth to
dislodge something from his braces.  His face was cute but very flexible or
rubbery, that is what I mean by loose.  He was also not that couth.  He
didn't always know when it was proper to say things, especially things
sexual.  He spent a lot of time listening to his older sister and her
friends, and would tend to make the same comments about boys as they did.

He would always accuse me of jacking off and things like that.  Well, I
would but it was because my sister would tell her girlfriend that I spent a
lot of time jacking off.  I know she knew I was doing it more than a couple
of times, and she even unlocked the door to my bathroom and burst in when I
was really stroking hard and fast.  I wasn't always jacking off, sometimes
I would sleep and eat.

I was having to stand there and cuss at them and try to get small enough so
that my whole body would fit in the candle mold.  So that I could just
disappear.  They laughed and made fun of me.  The girl next door had her
nipples get hard and stick out.  But it was nothing compared to her
brother.  Seth had a boner big enough that he had to grab it as he was
laughing at me.  He also circled me, inspecting as he went.  He always did
like my butt.  It went back to when we were allowed to play naked in the
mud that we made between the houses.  Seth reached between my legs from
behind, he went to feel something.  It made me jump and enough pubes pulled
out that my eyes watered.

I really started begging them to help me out.  I had never felt so naked in
my life.  Even with a can full of goop hiding my best parts, I felt so
exposed.  My sister started being so phony as she was starting to help.
She started giving orders like she was in charge of an entire rescue squad.
She wanted to just pull it off.  I told her that there was no way it was
going to work like that.  She really didn't care.  She and Seth sister,
Karen, put their hands on the can.  Karen said something nasty about
holding my dick in her hands.  My sister, Deb told Seth to get behind me
and hold onto my hips.  He messed around back there, pressing his front up
against my butt.  I wouldn't let them do it, I kept moving around.  They
actually got me cornered and Deb and Karen were counting down to start
pulling.  I just had this vision of all my pubes and dick being pulled off
in one big jerk.  Fortunately, just as the girls pulled, Seth decided he
would stick a finger in my butt.  I jumped before the girls pulled and
ended up crashing across the room.  I hit the fireplace or something and
put a cut on my knee.  Enough to start dripping blood down my leg.

I yelled, they laughed, then my mom cussed us all out as she was still on
the phone.  I think I appeared pitiful enough that the girls started to
feel sorry for me.  They began to think about actually helping.  Laughing,
but thinking.  When I just let the can hang down, you could see pubes
between me and the can.  They thought they could just start snipping.  I
told them that from the beginning.  And by then, I had anything but a
boner, all the weight of the can was being held up by pubes.

Long scissors, short scissors, and weird looking scissors all started to
work on me.  I was so wishing I knew where those stubby rounded scissors we
used in first grade were.  Almost ever snip made me so nervous, and a snip
or two caught skin too.  The girls did as much as they could with me
standing.  I started getting down on my knees, lifting a leg or bending
over.  I started boning up again.  I wiggled a few times to get my dick
head in the right spot in the mold.  I was on my knees, head down, leg up
to the side, and my balls were in the way.  The girls got Seth to pull my
balls out of the way.  He didn't just get a pinch of skin and hold it up,
he played with them the entire time.  He actually pet them like he was
holding a hamster.  The girls laughed at him and enjoyed what he was doing.
They also knew what it was doing to me.  Despite the embarrassment, and the
entire situation, I was horny.  My dick was rock hard and I was reacting to
Seth's hands and the girls being so close.  I don't know who's breath I was
feeling but it was on my balls and hole and butt.

I'm not sure how long I was being cut out of the mold but it let my mom
call at least two more people and yell, and moan, and complain about me.
The girls got laughing so hard that they had to stop when my mom told my
aunt about how disgusting it was to wash my underwear when it was full of
"spunk from pleasuring" myself.

I was getting close to getting out.  The girls were on the other side.
Seth had my leg on his shoulder and there was no reason for him to have his
hand on my balls, but he did.  Each snip seemed to pull another hair out of
me.  I was begging them to hurry and snip the last few and when they did, I
popped out.  There was an actual pop!  I and I'm sure they could smell the
cum that was in the mold.  I didn't realize how much I had leaked out.  My
dick was all slick and wet.

I didn't even care by that time, I just rolled over on my back.  I was so
happy to be out.  I didn't try to cover up, or turn on my side, I just let
the world see my boner.  They were all laughing and giggling.  My mom was
still attached to the phone but she came into the room enough to tell them
to stop.  She did pause when she saw me naked on the floor.  I know she
took some time to really look.

She wasn't even talking to me anymore.  She kept telling my sister to tell
me to get up and go get dressed, or to clean up.  I did lean up, hold
myself up with one arm.  The hole where my dick was looked like a big
gaping pussy or asshole.  There were pube hairs all over the floor.  I knew
it was something that I was never going to live down, but all of a sudden
it was funny.  At least I was smiling.  I was grateful to be free and then
just had to laugh at myself.

I was lightheaded as I got up.  I went to my room and Seth followed.  Seth
had been quiet, other than to laugh and grunt.  Now he wanted to talk about
it.  He made fun of me, of course.  Then he quickly started to get a little
serious.  He and I had some history of playing around but not so recently.
It was just what little boys do.  There were bits of the goop stuck in
random hairs, I was pulling it loose and trying to clean up.  Seth lended a
hand at one small bit.  Then another, and another.  And his hands quickly
displaced mine.  He ran his hand up and down my boner and told me that I
had a great looking boner.  His voice was sleepy and sexy.  I just laid
back and let him do it.  It got to be pure playing with my dick.  Seth told
me that he would have loved to have a candle that looked like my dick.

And then he asked me if I needed to get off.  He told me it sure did look
like I needed to shoot.  I was flat on my back, he was jacking me.  His
other hand was rubbing my belly, and my chest and playing with my nipples.
It didn't take long after Seth really started to stroke my boner that I was
ready to shoot.  I told him to get ready and move out of the way.  He kept
stroking, put his hand under the head of my dick, as if he was ready to
catch my cum.  I found out later on that he doesn't squirt, just dribble.
So, it amazed him when I shot about 6 inches above my dick.  Seth still
caught most of it, or scraped it off my belly.

I laid there and laughed.  Seth enjoyed it but was intent on studying my
cum.  I heard the girls right outside my room, they were loud and laughing.
I don't know if they witnessed Seth getting me off, or heard it or were
just there.

I heard my mom yelling at me to get my butt out there.  And to clean up
first.  I went into my bathroom. Seth grabbed my fresh clean towel and
wiped my cum on it.  He could have washed it off in the sink, or even wiped
it on me.  I stood in front of the mirror and we both looked at just how
terrible my pubes looked.  I had such a big full bush of pubes before!  I
compared pretty good to the boys in the locker room with big dicks.  While
I had pit hair, not much more anywhere else, some on my lower legs.  Seth
said it just looked so bad.  I thought it looked like I got run over by a
lawn mower.

Seth watched as I showered.  I didn't bother pulling the curtain closed.
Seth had a boner that was about to rip through his pants.  It was only
after I was soaking wet that I thought that I probably should undo his
pants and jack him off.  He put his hand down his pants as I took a full
shower.  He really liked it when I washed the remains of my pubes.  If he
didn't get off, he did as soon as he got home.

I'll leave it here for now.  If anybody likes this enough that you think I
should keep going, let me know.  Email me at kkykk@rocketmail.com Thanks, I
hope you let me know, either way.  I want to know if I did any good at all.
There were candles made and things did happen after this.