I have to play baseball today!!!

I have read some early experiences by others on their blogs, or comments to blogs etc....

As those who have followed me know, I make no pretenses that I am other than a cuckold but it is my definition of cukold not someone elses definiton. I won't bother to bore you with what it is that makes me cuckold as you know already.
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I was in the 6th grade. I had a really nice teacher. Life was good back then...So innocent, unhurried...Vietnam was not yet the devisive war it became, Sit coms on TV were long on impossible situations that caused people to laugh and very short on sex.

Sex education was not mandatory and porn on the internet was not yet invented.

I thought I knew a lot about sex. I knew babbies actually came out of vaginas, yet was a little sketchy on how they got in there in the first place....I kinda sorta knew.

Girls were still an afterthought although I was starting to take more notice. This one day I really noticed.

I had to hand in a paper to the teacher or go to her desk for something. I think the intercom buzzed and she was called to the front office. We were left with instructions to keep working and not create problems....I guess they could leave us alone for ten minutes back then and it was not child endangerment.

So the teach leaves and I am walking back to my desk when I pass Darlene's desk...Darlene was a busty 6th grader....(we called it stacked back then) which meant she wore a bra, (probably stuffed with toilet papper).......She had frizzy wild hair, wore glasses and we kind thought she was gross....but then sixth grade boys think all girls are gross....right....at least they tell other guys that.......peer pressure you know.

Darlene stops me...."Hey...... she says....... I have something to show you....!" Ugh...ok....says I......whachyagot to show me..."

Darlene opens her purse and points to somethng in a square wrapper. This something in a square wrapper has something very round in it as can clearly be seen by its outline. I can see not only one square wrapper but I can see two of them. These are the same square wrappers you get for a quarter at the machine in the mens room at the really dirty gasoline station down the street from where I live. You know the kind of men's room with grease in the sink.....an overflowing toilet, brown paper towels overflowing the gritty too small trash can in the corner under the sink....The kind of machine that is white and has big letters that proclaim, 'SOLD FOR THE PREVENTION OF DISEASE ONLY." (bare with me folks this is at a time when JFK still has not been assasinated). The kind of machine that does not even tell you what is being sold for the sum of one whole quarter

The kind of machine that just enticed me to plop my hard earned quarter in to just see what it was that prevents disease.....The product was a bitch to extract from its package...Once accomplished, it was a long, rather thin piece of material that smelled an awful lot like the tires on a car but worse.....It had a funny shaped nipple looking thing at its end......I had no idea what the fuck it was....and certainly no idea what kinda disease it prevented but my inquisitve mind soon learned the answers from some older boys in the neighborhood who laughed their asses off at me when I asked them.. Soon I was an expert at what they were but still not too sure about the disease prevention abilities of this marvelous product.

Back to Darlene....."So she says.....ya know what these are for......?" I stumble a bit but I say......"Well of course I know what they are for....doesn't everyone.....?""

"Well ya wanna use one after school," she says.......Wha....why would I wanna do that...?I stammer........"Cause it would be fun....dummmy that's why.....", she retorts back to me..

By now I am sweating like a theif running from the cops in 99% heat.....I kinda know what they are..."Prevent disease.......".......what kind I don't know........ and..... I have been told that they are used before, "ya fuck a girl." whatever in hell that is.......fucking I mean....although I think I have the basic idea on that.....but......."Well, I tell Darlene......., ah, yeah, I'd like to but I have to play baseball today."

and today Im a cuckold.....but a damn good ball player....