Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 23:22:47 +1000
From: someguy0069@hotmail.com
Subject: A Recess To Remember

This is a true story involving an incident that happened to me a few years
earlier. It is a one-off story and occurred when I was in primary school.
Thank-you for your time.


The following is a true story based on an incident that happened to me when
I was in grade 2. There is no sex but it is an interesting story
nonetheless. I hope you enjoy it.

Feel free to distribute this story without altering its content.

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A Recess to Remember

By Some Guy (ie anonymous)

As someone from a latin-american background, I come from a family that does
not believe in circumcision. All the other little boys I had ever seen
possessed the same little tube of flesh at the end of their penises. At that
time I was not aware that in many countries this insignificant piece of
tissue was considered a nuisance.

My account takes place when I was in my second year in my new home:
Australia. I was in grade two at a Catholic school, and it was recess.  I
remember I was hanging out with a delicate blond boy who wore glasses. I
considered him to be my friend. We were running around playing and recess
was nearing its conclusion. Out of nowhere a boy by the name of Ben walked
up to me and, with the little English I had learned to that point, made out
that he was trying to teach me something. He wanted to show me what the
correct procedures were prior to the conclusion of a recess. He beckoned me
to follow him to the drinking fountains. I did. His first lesson was to
take a drink out of the fountain. Then it was my turn. I wondered why he
was teaching me this. I already knew when to take a drink of water. You had
a drink when you were thirsty.

After I finished drinking, Ben proceeded to tell me that it was then
necessary to take a leak. My buddy and I followed him to the boys' toilets.
Once we were inside, my friend took a whiff of the air, scrunched up his
nose, and ran outside, leaving me alone with this boy. He led me to the
urinals. He said something. I barely paid attention. I did not want to be
there. Once he stood directly in front of the urinals, he proceeded to undo
his fly and pull out his stubby pecker.  What greeted me was a sight that
was to leave an ever-lasting impression. For this penis did not have a soft
covering of flesh at the end that terminated in a small nipple-like
protrusion. Instead, the end was rounded and brownish-purple. Surrounding
this strange tip was a fold of flesh along its circumference. I was scared
and disgusted all at the same time. What was wrong with this boy? What had
happened to him? I looked away as the stream of pee left this foreign
appendage. I wanted to leave. I wanted to be with my buddy playing outside
in the fresh air. Not within the confines of this room filled with the stale
scent of little boys' urine.

As soon as he had started he was finished. He put his willy away and zipped
himself up. But just like the drinking episode, he wanted me to have a go. I
refused. I was very modest (still am) and I did not want a boy I hardly knew
to witness this most private part of my body. After several attempts to
convince me he gave up. I thought this ordeal was finally over, but I was
mistaken. He argued that we should have another go to ensure that this
tutorial was not forgotten. He took me outside to the taps and we both had
quick sips of the fountain. Once I had finished, he again led me to the
toilets and straight to the urinals. He stood in front, legs splayed, groin
jutting out towards the urinal. He pulled his zipper down, and took out his
round-tipped willy. He mumbled that he was finding it hard to get anything
out. A few drops managed to find their way out of his little pee hole, and
he was done. For the second time, he tried to convince me to have a go. I
shook my head. We left the toilets and I promptly went to my friend who was
waiting outside. Soon after the bell rang. I don't remember what happened
for the rest of the day.

Looking back I regret being such an innocent kid. I have always wondered
what would have happened if I had enthusiastically allowed him to see me
taking a whiz. If he was willing to show me his pecker whilst urinating,
what else was he prepared to do? It is one of those little regrets we all
have to deal with.


THE END

P.S. This is a 99% true story. If you feel compelled to express your views
regarding this little tale, you are welcome to by writing to
SomeGuy0069@hotmail.com. However, because it is a true story, any
criticisms will be considered a criticism on my life (just kidding).