Your first cigarette
To be honest, inhaling the fumes from some burning leaves isn't the most natural thing in the world.
Tell us about the first time. Where, when, and who were you trying to show off to?
Or, if you've never tried a cigarette, tell us something interesting on the subject of smoking.
Personally, I've never ever smoked a cigarette. Lung damage from pneumonia put me off.
( , Wed 19 Mar 2008, 18:49)
To be honest, inhaling the fumes from some burning leaves isn't the most natural thing in the world.
Tell us about the first time. Where, when, and who were you trying to show off to?
Or, if you've never tried a cigarette, tell us something interesting on the subject of smoking.
Personally, I've never ever smoked a cigarette. Lung damage from pneumonia put me off.
( , Wed 19 Mar 2008, 18:49)
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As a sub-plot to my earlier story…
I had turned 12 and still had not had a chance to satisfy my curiosity by trying a smoke. I was on the bus going home trying to hatch a plot for obtaining a tab. I looked out the window and saw a cigarette vending machine outside a tobacconist's shop. I was looking outside scouting for hiding-places in case someone spotted me mid-purchase.
It was at this moment that my pituitary gland decided to go 'ding' and fire off hormones at will. All of a sudden, I realised that girls had tits and other bits. At the time, my eyes were transfixed on this gorgeous young lass. How the flying duck did her bosoms not escape that tight top she was wearing? Not only was she torturing them by wrapping them up so tight, but she was torturing me by hiding them from my view. If that wasn’t enough, I realised she had a fanny stuffed in her trousers as well. I was in a trance of ecstasy – hidden only by the fact I had nothing to do until I got to my bus stop.
This walking starting-pistol of teenaged lust got off at the next stop but I was in need of more visual stimulation. The only ladies left were all middle-aged and old, but decided they would have to do. It somehow felt a bit odd, but what the hey - I've just had my first attack of the hormones, and it wasn't as if they could read my mind, was it?
My stop was next and when I tried to move, I noticed moving wasn't easy. My trousers felt too tight. I wasn't going to adjust them on the bus, but lived near the bus stop so I thought I could wait until I got home. I got off the bus. It felt weird. Something was going on down there. I didn't need a piss, but what could it possibly be?
Anyway, my mind turned back to smoking. Would getting my end with some girl give me an opportunity to try a cigarette? Or even better, would smoking make me look so cool that the girls would flock towards me. Even so, I was now more determined than ever to find a cig to smoke.
I got inside and ran to the bathroom. I quickly unbuttoned my trousers and...
Length? I'd never seen it like that before!
I was intrigued. I'd never seen it look like that. I held it in my hand. And that was my first dick-erect. The end.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2008, 13:58, 3 replies)
I had turned 12 and still had not had a chance to satisfy my curiosity by trying a smoke. I was on the bus going home trying to hatch a plot for obtaining a tab. I looked out the window and saw a cigarette vending machine outside a tobacconist's shop. I was looking outside scouting for hiding-places in case someone spotted me mid-purchase.
It was at this moment that my pituitary gland decided to go 'ding' and fire off hormones at will. All of a sudden, I realised that girls had tits and other bits. At the time, my eyes were transfixed on this gorgeous young lass. How the flying duck did her bosoms not escape that tight top she was wearing? Not only was she torturing them by wrapping them up so tight, but she was torturing me by hiding them from my view. If that wasn’t enough, I realised she had a fanny stuffed in her trousers as well. I was in a trance of ecstasy – hidden only by the fact I had nothing to do until I got to my bus stop.
This walking starting-pistol of teenaged lust got off at the next stop but I was in need of more visual stimulation. The only ladies left were all middle-aged and old, but decided they would have to do. It somehow felt a bit odd, but what the hey - I've just had my first attack of the hormones, and it wasn't as if they could read my mind, was it?
My stop was next and when I tried to move, I noticed moving wasn't easy. My trousers felt too tight. I wasn't going to adjust them on the bus, but lived near the bus stop so I thought I could wait until I got home. I got off the bus. It felt weird. Something was going on down there. I didn't need a piss, but what could it possibly be?
Anyway, my mind turned back to smoking. Would getting my end with some girl give me an opportunity to try a cigarette? Or even better, would smoking make me look so cool that the girls would flock towards me. Even so, I was now more determined than ever to find a cig to smoke.
I got inside and ran to the bathroom. I quickly unbuttoned my trousers and...
Length? I'd never seen it like that before!
I was intrigued. I'd never seen it look like that. I held it in my hand. And that was my first dick-erect. The end.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2008, 13:58, 3 replies)
I must admit....
I've always felt a little sympathy for guys being at the mercy of a rogue appendage. It must be like that film with Micheal Caine, where he has another guys hand sewn on to his arm and it runs amok.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2008, 14:03, closed)
I've always felt a little sympathy for guys being at the mercy of a rogue appendage. It must be like that film with Micheal Caine, where he has another guys hand sewn on to his arm and it runs amok.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2008, 14:03, closed)
@BGB
Would that I could click on your reply, just for the image of a limb running amok willy-nilly.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2008, 14:08, closed)
Would that I could click on your reply, just for the image of a limb running amok willy-nilly.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2008, 14:08, closed)
@BGB
It was about that time that I had a hand running amock. It was my hand!
( , Wed 26 Mar 2008, 14:10, closed)
It was about that time that I had a hand running amock. It was my hand!
( , Wed 26 Mar 2008, 14:10, closed)
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