Dashdeming
Well-known member
I cannot believe I am still alive in 2010.
Being a non-elite child of the 60's, I grew up in a time when the general understanding was that you would be forced by draft to go fight in the war and you were likely to die. All of you young guys should try to imagine being in your teens and thinking that you probably only have 3-4 years to live. Well, my brothers and I grew up poor Americans and that was our fate. This very fact set the tone for my life and led to the very risky behavior that is my life.....
(Age 0-8) Sexual and physical abuse. My first memories as a child were of having an older family member stretch my asshole every night and leave a load of cum inside every night. I was controlled and forced to lay quietly and pretend I was asleep. Most people have first memories of birthday party or a particular news event or so forth. My first memories were of me trying to act like I was asleep while in horrible pain and having to learn to suBathmateit to the torture if I did not behave exactly as I was told. In those early years I had many broken bones. Every finger and toe many times. Bones in my feet. Nose. Jaw. Arms. More. It was the hardest most miserable years of my life. I dreaded every night. By 8 years old I was very confused about sex. I was beginning to hear about men and women and how normal relations work. By then I had learned to sleep during the day in the streets. I began to stay away from home more and more. More broken bones for not being where I was told to be. Then I learned how to equalize my small stature. I reached deep within myself and found courage. I found anger. I found how to be threatening and mean to my abuser. I learned to carry guns and how to use them very efficiently beginning at that young age. I armed myself and learned to show anger and threat. The sexual and physical abuse ceased. My personality began to emerge, forever scarred by the abuse. Forever to never fully trust another male human being.
(Age 9-16) Who am I reallly? It was a question that I had to answer. The years from 9 years old to 16 years old wear amazing. I needed to prove to myself what sexual identity I was really me. I was apprehensive after having so many years of being used as a man's bitch. I new though that I was not interested in men. I dreamed of women and what the sexual act must be like. I worried that it would hurt the woman and feel like abuse to her as I had felt so many times. Being introduced to sex as a first memory, however, precluded that idea that I could wait to an older and "more normal" age to have sex. No. I was active in the world of sex from the first memories and to me it was a matter of continuing but redefining my sexuality. It was not long before I found a very hot and willing female that was glad to experiment. Being the experienced young boy that I was, I explained what I had learned about male/female sex to my young partner. It was a very hot and passionate first encounter. We felt of each other's genitals and kissed and rubbed. It was magical. I knew from that moment that females and their pussies were certainly what did it for me. I am forever thankful to her for our time together experimenting. I began to feel a little better about me. My asshole was no longer bled. I thought about pussy all the time instead of taking it in the ass. Life was good.
(age 13-17) More confusion. Weed is a wonderful natural gift from God. I became a fan of the best bud I could steal, trade for or buy. I learned that I could trade sex for really good bud. The older girls of that time were a blast. I was a well developed and good looking young man that was also very forward at getting pussy. Most guys I knew were scared of girls. Me? Shit guys, I long ago got rid of fear. I would walk right up to a girl and whisper in her ear that I wanted badly to make her cum until she passed out. And I could and I did. A surprising number of women would agree to fuck. At one point I had fucked 6 different women in a 24 hour period. I learned that it was not hard to do this as long as you were conditioned for it and worked your way up to it. My body was quick to adapt and easily rose to the challenges. But then it happened. I was spending the night with a 38 year old hot sexy woman one night and she did it. She was trying her best to take as much of my cock in her mouth as she could when she did it. She wet her finger and started playing with my asshole. She slowly worked her finger into my hole and then started rubbing my prostate. I quickly went out of control and started fucking her finger as she blew me. I had a prostrate orgasm for the first time in my life. It was intense. She was smiling from ear to ear. I was confused. Asshole orgasm?? But with a woman. Yes. No abuse involved. Just how am I supposed to feel about this. Shit. Well, she was so hot and loving and horny as hell that I proceeded to fuck her brains out. It was, after all, with a woman. I became a regular with her when her husband would allow it and sometimes we did have anal play. I grew to accept it as an okay part of sex with women. This particular woman loved to have anal sex too. She would have a real orgasm from anal sex. Her husband would not do this for her nor let her play with his asshole. He really missed a lot with her and I was quick to tell him. I often wonder him and his childhood.
(Age 9 and on) Weed. When a person believes he has only so many months of life left on this earth you have no qualms about getting high. I began smoking marijuana even before I became a teen. I began my favorite career as a musician and soon learned from the older guys that weed was par for the course as a musician. I found that my worries about death were not on my mind as much. I found that the pain of the abuse of my early years was greatly deadened when stoned. Thank God for weed.
(Age 17-27) Mensa. Recruitment to defense contractors. As it turns out, being a child of abuse turned me into a person who learned to lay awake at night. I learned to sleep only 3 to 4 hours a day and spread out over the day. Do you realize that having an extra 5 hour so awake hours in a day is a huge thing? I used the time to read. I devoured text books. I read everything I could get my hands on. I became very intelligent. I learned much of psychology. I wanted to understand. Weed opened my mind. I am an out of the box thinker. I was offered to join MENSA after taking an ASVAB exam. The armed services began to try to recruit me for various nefarious activities. Friends in my MENSA chapter proved to be extremely valuable and were great connections into business. I was offered positions with many government defense contractors. I signed on with one and they agreed to pay for my undergrad and grad schools on the west coast. It was such an opportunity to get more formal education and then see the word. I worked in a think tank as a team member and eventually became a team leader. We were tasked with compartmentalized tasks in solving various problems. Eventually I worked my way up in clearance level and was able to see enough of what we were doing to make me want to puke. I eventually learned all about the elitist ran American government and how Americans are completely lied to by industry owned and controlled media and politicians. Americans are now finally waking up to these facts. I woke up to this early in my life. The Americans are being fucked and fucked hard by the private federal reserve that began their latest take-over in 1913. Poor ignorant bastards are slowly waking up. Anyway, by my 27th year I decided to start using my knowledge of how the system works to my advantage. And boy I did.
This is only the first half highlights of life for me. Next edition I will reveal more details to included an airplane crash in 1999, penis enlargement surgeries, body building competition, covert activities on the job, industrial espionage, many relationships with females in various countries, a stint as a ranch hand, vice president of a fortune 500 company, penis enlargement exercising, gaining an even bigger cock and using it, and what lies ahead. Have a good day guys!
Being a non-elite child of the 60's, I grew up in a time when the general understanding was that you would be forced by draft to go fight in the war and you were likely to die. All of you young guys should try to imagine being in your teens and thinking that you probably only have 3-4 years to live. Well, my brothers and I grew up poor Americans and that was our fate. This very fact set the tone for my life and led to the very risky behavior that is my life.....
(Age 0-8) Sexual and physical abuse. My first memories as a child were of having an older family member stretch my asshole every night and leave a load of cum inside every night. I was controlled and forced to lay quietly and pretend I was asleep. Most people have first memories of birthday party or a particular news event or so forth. My first memories were of me trying to act like I was asleep while in horrible pain and having to learn to suBathmateit to the torture if I did not behave exactly as I was told. In those early years I had many broken bones. Every finger and toe many times. Bones in my feet. Nose. Jaw. Arms. More. It was the hardest most miserable years of my life. I dreaded every night. By 8 years old I was very confused about sex. I was beginning to hear about men and women and how normal relations work. By then I had learned to sleep during the day in the streets. I began to stay away from home more and more. More broken bones for not being where I was told to be. Then I learned how to equalize my small stature. I reached deep within myself and found courage. I found anger. I found how to be threatening and mean to my abuser. I learned to carry guns and how to use them very efficiently beginning at that young age. I armed myself and learned to show anger and threat. The sexual and physical abuse ceased. My personality began to emerge, forever scarred by the abuse. Forever to never fully trust another male human being.
(Age 9-16) Who am I reallly? It was a question that I had to answer. The years from 9 years old to 16 years old wear amazing. I needed to prove to myself what sexual identity I was really me. I was apprehensive after having so many years of being used as a man's bitch. I new though that I was not interested in men. I dreamed of women and what the sexual act must be like. I worried that it would hurt the woman and feel like abuse to her as I had felt so many times. Being introduced to sex as a first memory, however, precluded that idea that I could wait to an older and "more normal" age to have sex. No. I was active in the world of sex from the first memories and to me it was a matter of continuing but redefining my sexuality. It was not long before I found a very hot and willing female that was glad to experiment. Being the experienced young boy that I was, I explained what I had learned about male/female sex to my young partner. It was a very hot and passionate first encounter. We felt of each other's genitals and kissed and rubbed. It was magical. I knew from that moment that females and their pussies were certainly what did it for me. I am forever thankful to her for our time together experimenting. I began to feel a little better about me. My asshole was no longer bled. I thought about pussy all the time instead of taking it in the ass. Life was good.
(age 13-17) More confusion. Weed is a wonderful natural gift from God. I became a fan of the best bud I could steal, trade for or buy. I learned that I could trade sex for really good bud. The older girls of that time were a blast. I was a well developed and good looking young man that was also very forward at getting pussy. Most guys I knew were scared of girls. Me? Shit guys, I long ago got rid of fear. I would walk right up to a girl and whisper in her ear that I wanted badly to make her cum until she passed out. And I could and I did. A surprising number of women would agree to fuck. At one point I had fucked 6 different women in a 24 hour period. I learned that it was not hard to do this as long as you were conditioned for it and worked your way up to it. My body was quick to adapt and easily rose to the challenges. But then it happened. I was spending the night with a 38 year old hot sexy woman one night and she did it. She was trying her best to take as much of my cock in her mouth as she could when she did it. She wet her finger and started playing with my asshole. She slowly worked her finger into my hole and then started rubbing my prostate. I quickly went out of control and started fucking her finger as she blew me. I had a prostrate orgasm for the first time in my life. It was intense. She was smiling from ear to ear. I was confused. Asshole orgasm?? But with a woman. Yes. No abuse involved. Just how am I supposed to feel about this. Shit. Well, she was so hot and loving and horny as hell that I proceeded to fuck her brains out. It was, after all, with a woman. I became a regular with her when her husband would allow it and sometimes we did have anal play. I grew to accept it as an okay part of sex with women. This particular woman loved to have anal sex too. She would have a real orgasm from anal sex. Her husband would not do this for her nor let her play with his asshole. He really missed a lot with her and I was quick to tell him. I often wonder him and his childhood.
(Age 9 and on) Weed. When a person believes he has only so many months of life left on this earth you have no qualms about getting high. I began smoking marijuana even before I became a teen. I began my favorite career as a musician and soon learned from the older guys that weed was par for the course as a musician. I found that my worries about death were not on my mind as much. I found that the pain of the abuse of my early years was greatly deadened when stoned. Thank God for weed.
(Age 17-27) Mensa. Recruitment to defense contractors. As it turns out, being a child of abuse turned me into a person who learned to lay awake at night. I learned to sleep only 3 to 4 hours a day and spread out over the day. Do you realize that having an extra 5 hour so awake hours in a day is a huge thing? I used the time to read. I devoured text books. I read everything I could get my hands on. I became very intelligent. I learned much of psychology. I wanted to understand. Weed opened my mind. I am an out of the box thinker. I was offered to join MENSA after taking an ASVAB exam. The armed services began to try to recruit me for various nefarious activities. Friends in my MENSA chapter proved to be extremely valuable and were great connections into business. I was offered positions with many government defense contractors. I signed on with one and they agreed to pay for my undergrad and grad schools on the west coast. It was such an opportunity to get more formal education and then see the word. I worked in a think tank as a team member and eventually became a team leader. We were tasked with compartmentalized tasks in solving various problems. Eventually I worked my way up in clearance level and was able to see enough of what we were doing to make me want to puke. I eventually learned all about the elitist ran American government and how Americans are completely lied to by industry owned and controlled media and politicians. Americans are now finally waking up to these facts. I woke up to this early in my life. The Americans are being fucked and fucked hard by the private federal reserve that began their latest take-over in 1913. Poor ignorant bastards are slowly waking up. Anyway, by my 27th year I decided to start using my knowledge of how the system works to my advantage. And boy I did.
This is only the first half highlights of life for me. Next edition I will reveal more details to included an airplane crash in 1999, penis enlargement surgeries, body building competition, covert activities on the job, industrial espionage, many relationships with females in various countries, a stint as a ranch hand, vice president of a fortune 500 company, penis enlargement exercising, gaining an even bigger cock and using it, and what lies ahead. Have a good day guys!
