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Sex education class (The birds and the bees) by my father.
A few months pass I was more than anxious because of an argument with my wife, she wanted me to go see my doctor for my blood pressure and as it was not getting better, she insisted that I see my doctor.
While talking with him he diagnosed depression and also advised me to see your platform (Male Survivor). I came out of is meeting all lost. However, I remained stoic.
It seems like a long time ago, about 67 or 68 years old, but forever engraved in my memory and in my body.
My mother use to give me my bath in the evening, but when she went to work it was my father who took care of it. I vaguely remember that when I was about 4 or 5 years old, my father and I played together in the bath, pirates and shark hunting. While playing dad washed me with a washcloth.
With my mom I also took my bath but it was only a few times. With her it was different I played a little with my toys, but with her we chatted, we talked about my day how it had been or what comic strip I had liked, if I had fun with my friends and everything? My mother was a very liberal woman who liked to laugh and bite into life.
Around the age of 6, when I took my bath with my father, things changed for me with him because I started to be curious about his penis and I started to touch his penis to see how it was made. I remember asking him a lot of questions.
Why was his penis big and I had a small penis, why did he have so much hair all over his body, even on his buttocks. Dad just told me that later I would be like him and that I had to give my body time to grow, so he invited me to explore his penis only when we took a bath, that it was normal because I was curious and that I could do it whenever I wanted. I understood that I wasn't forced or that it was a game because he was laughing like when we played pirates and shark hunting.
I even remember that he told me I wash your penis well so I also touch your penis, I found that okay and also it was funny.
The thing I didn't know was that sometimes when I explored his penis it became hard, I found it funny, weird and he smiled. I know I asked him why his penis became hard? He just told me it made him happy and that if I wanted my penis could also become hard.
I think I answered him "How?" " because of course I was innocent of these things but I could see that it pleased dad. My father just told me “We don't need the washcloth anymore and next time I'm going to wash you without a washcloth I think you'll like it too then, because you're a big boy now and also you shouldn't tell mommy".
When it was time for my bath my father and I played pirates and shark hunting and dad with his hands washed me as usual except that it was with his hands directly on my skin, when he got to my penis and my testicles, he took more time things he didn't do before and told me “Relax your penis will become hard like me and he rubbed and yes, my penis became hard.
Also, after that there were lots of things we did together that I don't need to explain.
Around my 10 years old well it was with my anus that he started playing because I didn't know he wanted to penetrate me at 12 years old.
In all this since my father masturbated me for the first time around 6-7 years old until I was 15 years old. I told him to STOP whit anger and few weeks after he committed suicide.
I was confused disoriented even when somewhere today I still am.
This is how my sexual education began.
Yoan
Sex education class (The birds and the bees) by my father.
A few months pass I was more than anxious because of an argument with my wife, she wanted me to go see my doctor for my blood pressure and as it was not getting better, she insisted that I see my doctor.
While talking with him he diagnosed depression and also advised me to see your platform (Male Survivor). I came out of is meeting all lost. However, I remained stoic.
It seems like a long time ago, about 67 or 68 years old, but forever engraved in my memory and in my body.
My mother use to give me my bath in the evening, but when she went to work it was my father who took care of it. I vaguely remember that when I was about 4 or 5 years old, my father and I played together in the bath, pirates and shark hunting. While playing dad washed me with a washcloth.
With my mom I also took my bath but it was only a few times. With her it was different I played a little with my toys, but with her we chatted, we talked about my day how it had been or what comic strip I had liked, if I had fun with my friends and everything? My mother was a very liberal woman who liked to laugh and bite into life.
Around the age of 6, when I took my bath with my father, things changed for me with him because I started to be curious about his penis and I started to touch his penis to see how it was made. I remember asking him a lot of questions.
Why was his penis big and I had a small penis, why did he have so much hair all over his body, even on his buttocks. Dad just told me that later I would be like him and that I had to give my body time to grow, so he invited me to explore his penis only when we took a bath, that it was normal because I was curious and that I could do it whenever I wanted. I understood that I wasn't forced or that it was a game because he was laughing like when we played pirates and shark hunting.
I even remember that he told me I wash your penis well so I also touch your penis, I found that okay and also it was funny.
The thing I didn't know was that sometimes when I explored his penis it became hard, I found it funny, weird and he smiled. I know I asked him why his penis became hard? He just told me it made him happy and that if I wanted my penis could also become hard.
I think I answered him "How?" " because of course I was innocent of these things but I could see that it pleased dad. My father just told me “We don't need the washcloth anymore and next time I'm going to wash you without a washcloth I think you'll like it too then, because you're a big boy now and also you shouldn't tell mommy".
When it was time for my bath my father and I played pirates and shark hunting and dad with his hands washed me as usual except that it was with his hands directly on my skin, when he got to my penis and my testicles, he took more time things he didn't do before and told me “Relax your penis will become hard like me and he rubbed and yes, my penis became hard.
Also, after that there were lots of things we did together that I don't need to explain.
Around my 10 years old well it was with my anus that he started playing because I didn't know he wanted to penetrate me at 12 years old.
In all this since my father masturbated me for the first time around 6-7 years old until I was 15 years old. I told him to STOP whit anger and few weeks after he committed suicide.
I was confused disoriented even when somewhere today I still am.
This is how my sexual education began.
Yoan