This, from Jean - who always find the most interesting articles for me. Thank you!
Isn't it interesting that in the throes of puberty we don't want to have these discussions with our parents?
Then, when we're adults we wish we would've been more open to them, and paid more attention?
Of course, my parents never said a word about anything to me. And, all my brother got were beatings for beating off, and a box of condoms thrown at him as he left for the Army.
Thank you everyone for the kind words. Appointment today - hope I'll get answers.
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Well, after my boys (the 2 R's) were caught by their mother jerking off with their buddies, the conversation was necessary. They were both eager for any information I could give. Since then the talks have been open and honest and I think I've sent them off to college fully armed. - Dad
I still to this day many years later, wish that my parents has something to say to me about sex and all that goes with it. I think though they just didn't know what to say. Both of them came from the "old country" back in the early 1900's when little was ever said about sex then. So like a lot of us guys who grew up in the late 40's and 50's, we learned from our own experiences. I am a gay man at heart, married and had three daughters. I'm sure my wife explained sex to my children and thankfully they didn't grow up sexually ignorant. If I had a son, he would have had a good talk about the birds and the bees
The only advice I got was from my mother who said, "Keep your peter in your pants." Yep, that was the sum total of "the talk".
Good luck today!
I hope all is going well, brother. I am praying for your eyesight and good health. I think parents ought to be up front and talk to the kids early about sex and sexual maturation - stop giving kids nightmares and let them know what's going on - on the plus side, they will most likely have less hangups and issues as they get older. Have a good day, bro. Hugs, Licks, and Strokes, AOM
I got more and more wise with this blog!
Trust the appointment went well! Now that dad seems very sensible! Appointment with my doctor went well. He will let me know the results of the blood test. Another cold morning, but sunshine promised for the day.
May lots of the good health karma come back to greet you!
I wonder with the internet, everything you want to know is all there. Will parents realize when they finally work up the courage, they are years behind? Happy Labor Day weekend. Hugs and bisous.
This comes with every good wish (and
prayer, too) for your recovery. You are providing for many of us a way
to get in touch with our very sexual being through masturbation. I'm 77
now and have only in the last five years come to realize the value of
this act in my life. It is wonderful! And thank you for helping so
many of us on our several pilgrimages to sexual health. Be well, my friend!
Phil
@ Jean - Well, that would be an eye-opener for parents, wouldn't it? The kid starts explaining to **them**. :-)
Both of my parents were pharmacists- Dad worked 12 am to 8 am in the hospital and my mom worked 9 am to 5 pm at a drugstore. My dad was cool, laidback guy even though he was a masculine Italian man. when I was in puberty I would take advantage of that hour or so I had alone during the summer and try to figure out why my dick was throbbing every morning and why I had sprouted a mass of hair around it. One morning I lost track of time and to my surprise dad was in the doorway as I was laying in bed admiring my hard on. he chuckled and came back to my room with a wash rag and a small jar of Vaseline. By then I had covered up. he told me to coat my penis and rub it up and down until it felt like I had to pee. he waited until I lubed it up and motioned with is hand how to jack off. once he seen I got the hang of it he told me to hide the Vaseline when I was done and rinse out the wash rag. He said moms didn't understand so always lock the door if was going to jack off. after that I would just jackoff on the toilet with the door open when I knew he was coming home...he would stop and say good morning and chat for a minute sometimes and I would just stop and answer him with my hard greasy dick still in my hand. He was cool dad.
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