The Puberty Years

Second year in Grammar School

Not too bad

Great sports facilities, Gymnasium, Footy pitches, Cricket.

What more could I wish for

Couple lessons pretty yuck though

Latin, and Elocution

Fortunately I got thrown out of Latin at the end of year one

The latin teacher got me to decline the word "Mensa" (a table)

Mensa, Mensa, Mensam etc etc but I missed one out

"The vocative, boy" shouted the teacher "The vocative"

He didn't see the humour when I replied

"I can assure you sir, I have no intention of talking to a table"

I was and still am an enormous admirer of Winston Churchill and I copied that line from him.

I was also excused any further elocution lessons.

Our elocution teacher seemed to delight in making me stand up in front of the class and pronounce my name with a broad local "O" instead of a big round Oxford English "OOOOOw"

And my pal "F" who couldn't pronounce his double "t" in the centre of his name felt just like me so we told him to stick his elocution lessons up his arse.

The punishment was harsh.

6 of the best from teacher

Head master demanded an appology

"No way" we answered

6 of the best from head master

2 weeks suspension

Finally agreed we could skip elocution lessons.

Just after 12 years old got the first signs of puberty

greasy skin, spots, itchy groin.

Couldn't stop scratching till one day got a strange feeling in my little dick

Every day I scratched the feeling got nicer

One day, a shock.

My little pecker got hard

Then I couldnt keep my hand off it

Played with it all the time till one day

Fookin hell ! a spurt of clear fluid shot out the end

It wasn't pee, it was slightly oily

My parents hadn't prepared me for this but when I told my pals at school, most of them

were having the same experience

One boy's older brother explained it to him and he explained to us.

Told us about the birds and the bees

And opened our eyes to all the options

Apparently the idea was you poke your hard pecker into a girls pussy and squirt your juice into her and this is how babies are made.

So naturally number one priority was to catch a girl who would help us out

Easier said than done.

We chased and chased and tried all kinds of bribery and persuasiond but got nowhere

Fat chance I had of losing my virginity !!

I joined a chapel youth club for two reasons

One they had a footy team

Two they held a dance every Friday night where I could meet girls

Ther was an older woman (about mid twenties) very sexy looking and sophisticated compared with the little thirteen, fourteen year olds I knew.

On evening as we were leaving she asked me if I would walk her home cos it was cold and wet and she didnt want to walk alone

When we got there she askjed me in for a coffee and after a bit chat she asked me had I ever kissed a woman before.

"Course I have" I boasted.

"No, I mean a real woman. not one of the little girls who come to the dancing class" she said

Then she leaned over and kissed me

My head spun round and round and it wasn't long before we were on her bed petting and kissing like crazy

She went to the toilet and came back naked and lay beside me.

I was on cloud lucky seven

"I'm going to lose my virginity at last"

We kissed and stroked eachother all the time my hand sliding down to her crotch

I was almost 14 years old.

I'd never seen a pussy. Not even a picture of one

As my hand reached her rotch, she opened her legs to give me access, then she spread them wide open.

Fooking Hell ! Up sprang a gigantic dick.

I was only 14, just out of puberty.

I didnt know about these things.

So I grabbed my clothes and ran home as fast as I could

I had been spared a fate worse than death

I would have nightmares or wet dreams about this for the rest of my life

No way could I tell my pals about this.

Fook this sex life for a game of soldiers.

Its footy for me from now on.

Grammar School

Its always the fookin same when youre the new kid on the block.


And our attrocious accents drew attention to me and "F" almost immediately


Less than a week went by before this big daft arsehole began takin the piss out of me


If that wasn't bad enough he began the old bully boy stunt pokin his finger in my chest and boasting to his buddies what he was going to do to me


"Put em up" He challenged me and he must have been to boxing lessons cos he stood up straight all Marquis of Queensbury style


Left hand reacinout high towards my face, right hand tucked tight below his chin.


The silly twat didnt know what was goin to hit him


I stepped in real close and hammered his belly with a half dozen quick left rights


Then when he dropped his guard to protect his belly


I gave him the same in his face


His nose went "crunch"


The blood spurted all over and he kneeled on the ground bubbling his eyes out


Then I did my Party Piece


I looked at his bunch of cronies and asked in as loud a voice as possible


"Which one of you Fookers wants to be next ?"

Hardly an hour went by before he returned with his big brother who made it very clear he wanted revenge

My mate "F" interrupted his tirade saying "Come on, he beat your brother fair and square
its not your problem"

"Im making it my problem. so fook off or you'll get it too"
"he punctuated every word with a poke in "F" 's chest.

Poor fooker ! He made a big mistake.
I was pretty good with my fists but my friend "F" was very seriously violent

"F" leaned over and pulled a cricket stump out of the grass and laid it square accross big bro's
nose.
"Crunch" it went. blood splattered all over. Big bro screamed as his blood and tears flowed.

"F" leaned over him and said " I tried to get you to see sense but you fookin wouldn't. so learn a lesson from this.

"DONT EVER FOOK WITH ME OR MY PAL AGAIN"

That guy went on to be captain of the town rugby team, then later president of the town rugby club.
He died about 10 years ago still carrying with him to his grave the ugliest broken nose imaginable.
I bet he never told a soul he got it from an 11 yeat old kid.