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The Pup Tent, Part 1 by George L

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The Pup Tent, Part 1 by George L by georgeleggett@comcast.net (georgeleggett@comcast.net)
It was the summer of 1963 and I was nine and a half years old. School had just let out and I planned to spend the rest of the summer as I have done before and that was to sit in our air conditioned living room with several empty cardboard boxes and a large supply of Tinker Toys but my mother wished I would play outside more. I had the power to make a space ship or a time machine. Why would I want to be outside in the hot sun? Besides, all the kids in the neighborhood would beat me up or trip me. I have Cerebral Palsy and I had no desire to spend my summer kissing the sidewalk.

I did spend some time playing in my sand box. It was no ordinary sand box. It was made of wood and steel with seats around the four-foot by six-foot perimeter and it even had a movable canvas canapé. I was playing in the sand box. I was making castle with cardboard drawbridges, moots filled with water and guard towers with Tinker Toy catapults. I was startled back to reality when I looked up and saw my mother with Pamela standing over me.

Pamela and I were in the same room at school and she only lived a two blocks away. Apparently my mother talked with her mother and they both decided that Pam should visit me a few times a week. They thought it would do us both the world of good as my mother put it. Boy little did we know how right they both were.

Pam also suffered from Cerebral Palsy and had to wear a brace on her leg. She was a year older and weighed about 140 pounds compared to my 80. She also was very developed and I found out later that she had 38 C's at the age of ten. Her two-piece sun suit gave testimony to this fact.

We started to play in the sand box for a while when she said, "I got to go pee." I began to direct her to the house when she said that it was just too far for now and she would wait. I suggested she do what I did and pee behind the sand box. She was worried that someone would see her until I got up and tilted the canapé so that no one from the house could see her. As I walked back around I was surprise to see her with her pants down and her feet still in the sand box. I yelled out don't pee in the sand. She laughed and said, "Don't be silly." I wondered what she meant by that. I could not figure out how she could keep her legs closed together and take a pee. She directed me to come behind her and take a look. Her butt was hanging over the edge of the wooden seat of the sandbox and then I saw a rush of liquid come out from what I thought was her butt. I asked her how did you pee out your butt?

This time she roared into laughter while I stood there dumbfounded. She said I'm not peeing out my butt, you silly. I'm peeing out of my pee-pee. I did not see a penis like I had. I asked her how this was possible. She said I'm a girl and girls do not have what boys have. Well I was just shocked. I wondered to myself how you could piss without a dick. She did not want to show me at first but I insisted. She opened her legs briefly while she pulled up her bottoms and to my surprise there was nothing there but a tiny little slit. I did not know anything about a girl's lower half. I thought a girl 's only difference from a boy was long hair and big breasts. No more was said that day but my curiosity was peaked beyond belief. All that night in bed and all the next day when she did not come over I just puzzled over what I saw.

She came over one more time on the following day but nothing was said about what I had seen. I did not want to scare her off because she was the only friend I had in the world. She said that she would not be back until the following Monday because her family was going on a little trip for the weekend. I was a little down in the dumps to say the least but I got a delightful surprise when my Father came home from work on Friday and told me to hurry up and hop into the car. What a car that was. A 1960 Dodge Dart with fins that were longer than I was tall. It was bright red with a white top. I also remember it had a push button transmission. I thought that car was the coolest thing and I still do.

My Dad took me to an Army Navy surplus store and bought me a small tent. I was delighted. Finally I would have my own place that no one could go into. The tent was not that small for me because I could stand up in it. Pamela came over the next Monday. She was totally amazed to see what I got and we immediately went inside.

She saw that I had already set up little lights from my train board powered up by dry cell batteries. I also had a little table and two small chairs. An old throw rug covered the ground so we would not be pricked by the hard grass or weeds. She thought this was quite neat and her female instincts kicked in to play house. This is exactly what we did for a while and my Mother even served our lunch inside the tent.

After our lunch we took the dishes back to my Mother and then we went back into the tent. We still had about four more hours of playtime left and I knew my Mother said she would be busy in the house for a while. This was my chance to see the mysteries of what a girl had between her legs.

I asked her if she would show me her pee-pee again. She said, "No!" I said, "I will show you mine. She said, "No, but… I'll show you my titties. I said what are they? Boy was I naïve. She said, "You know, these thing up here." I said, "Oh, your mounds." At least that's what I called them back then. I said OK, and she took her top down and I was staring at two very large mounds.

I was staring at them for all I was worth when she grabbed them in her hands and started to shake them around. I started to put my hand there but pulled back. She said that's OK, you may touch them and then she put my hand on her breasts. She said go ahead and squeeze them. It won't hurt. And so I did. She looked very glassy-eyed and I wondered if I was really hurting her or not so I stopped. She said Please don't stop. It feels very good.

I did not know what was happening but my penis was very hard and it was hurting me in my shorts. She looked down at me and asked me what was wrong. I told her what was going on and she said to take down my shorts so that she could see. I did not know if I should because we were always told not to show our pee-pee around or play with it. But what kids ever listen to their parents? I said I would only if she would do the same. She agreed and we both exposed our bottom halves to each other.

She was just as amazed at mine as I was at hers even though she had seen her little brother's before. However, she had never seen one up close before that was so hard and red. She asked me how bad does it hurt and I told her it hurt really bad. She said would it help if I rubbed it? I said usually it does but then something always happens to my legs. She looked at me and without batting an eye she said they shake up and down, right? And then they go straight out. I said how did you know? She said that's exactly what happens with me when I play with my pee-pee or my titties.

We decided to prove this theory and I began to rub myself while she did the same to herself. Within a minute both of our legs were shaking more violently than anything Elvis ever did on stage. Then just as fast as it started it stopped. We both were catching our breaths when we heard my Mother call. Quickly I pulled up my pants and she did the same to hers. But she could not button her top and her left titty was still hanging out.

I ran out of the tent to my Mother and asked her what she wanted. She said that Pam's Mother had called and it was time for her to go home. I protested. You said we had until four P.M. and it was not even two. She said no matter, but she could come back tomorrow morning at nine. I could not wait until tomorrow to come.

That night in bed all I did was rub myself for hours. My legs kept shaking and shaking until I was so exhausted I fell asleep and before I knew it, it was 7:00 A.M. and Pamela would be there in only two hours.