MInding Others, part 1

Minding Others
by DiscipleN


Chapter 1

I have an older brother and two younger sisters. Mother is divorced, and my few memories of my father aren’t so memorable. He left us while mom was pregnant with Shelley. I forgot about him by the time I learned to jerk off. Once when I was nine years old, I interrupted Rodney masturbating in the john. Of course anything he could do I had to ape. His face burned red, and I though he was angry with me, but he was just embarrassed. He tried to tell me it was no big deal, but his voice quivered like I’d caught him flushing a loved but dead pet. The rest of my sexual education I picked up from mom and school. When I asked her a question, mother would answer briefly but reasonably. Long before puberty turned my life into a freak show, I had seen no less than five ‘serious’ films about it. Mother answered my other questions, but I was shy about asking. That’s not surprising, considering my older brother’s embarrassment, my mother’s terseness, school’s antiseptic treatment, and American culture’s manic-depressive sexual lifestyle. Since puberty, I’ve made some changes, but the world isn’t yet the sex positive heaven I’m fucking to create.

Puberty bloomed late in my life. My dick spurted cum for the first time when I was fourteen. The rest of my adult changes also arrived slowly. Sediment grows faster than the hair on my face, groin, and armpits. I may be a little short at 5′ 7″, but my penis isn’t. It was lucky to get a couple extra inches over the national average, and I’m glad it’s not bigger. Most of my younger ‘friends’ don’t enjoy getting their cervixes pounded. At fourteen, I was pretty anxious about the fact I hadn’t developed, and I took a lot of teasing.

I remember being ill on my first day of manhood, very ill. Fever’s sweat soaked me, and I thrashed upon my bed from hallucinations. I dreamed about witches and curses. They flew on Snoopy dog-house Sopwith Camels, buzzing all around me. The witches kept sucking me into their dog house entrances. For a moment I’d be cold, huddled in darkness, shivering, trying to shake my fear. I held my cock for warmth. Then a spark of frustration leapt within my heart. It erupted into fire, and I burned my way out of the dog house with flaming piss.

The witch would fall from the sky in a smoking, roaring spiral. I heard her curse me. I heard them all curse me, until every flying witch had been burned out of the sky. It was the same curse, each time. “Mind yourself child, or you’ll grow up minding others!”

“You’ll grow up minding others!”

“You’ll grow up minding others!”

… all the way down, until they hit the ground and burst into dust.

I burst somewhere between my legs. I was wrapped in blankets. My senses reeled, overloaded and confused. Mother, hovering close, pressed cold compresses to my forehead, trying to soothe me.

“They’re just bad dreams, honey.