Message-ID: <3465eli$9708291138@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3465.txt> From: James Fulton <james_e@iah.com> Subject: new story m/m Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="my-life-part-1&2.txt" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="my-life-part-1&2.txt" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34077FF4.7AF8@iah.com> My Life's Story By James Fulton AKA J.J. LaRue Topaz This story is to the love and support of my sister Bonnie; that without her love and support I don't think that I could deal with a number of things as you will see in the following story. She is helping me to open my eyes and deal with it. The following story is about my life. It may be very different then what you may be used to. I was born in the Winter of 64 in a small Mid-Western town. I was born with the following birth defects (some just found last year 32 years latier): 1. One ear is bigger then the other since birth. 2. Two ribs missing on one side from birth. 3. One kidney missing since birth. 4. Missing thumb on one hand since birth. 5. Missing one testecel since birth. 6. Missing my right leg from the hip down. Their may be more that they have not found yet but in general that is it. I am writting this story based on a question that my sister asked me and I must say it is making me stop and think. It is "are you gay because of things that happened in your childhood?" Well, I must say it is hitting me hard and I am writting my life story to help me figure it out and at the same time you can have a story to read instead of spam for a change. This story will be very long and cover a lot of things. It will be very erotic at times and then at others it will be just information please deal with it. Part One - The Early Years I can remember very little about my earlest years but I do remember the following: I was sexualy molested from the about the age of three or four years old (five at most). I can not remember who it was friend or family member nor do I wish to remember. But I do remember one of the times. I was outside playing in the yard with my mother and I had a play gun (the kind with the rubber tip darts). Anyway I shot a dart into the air and just then it started to rain. Anyway me and my mother got wet before we could get into the house. So after we got inside she took me to my bedroom and started taking off my wet clothes and then started drying me off with a dry towel. She then told me to stay in my bedroom and play but she did not re-dress me. So here I am playing alone nude in my bedroom with my toys. She had left the room and came back latier with some one that I can not remember but a male. He came over to were I was playing on the floor and started playing cars with me. He them started to play fight with me and I can remember getting up on his back and I was trying to ride my horse. Little did I know that he has going to be my first teacher on my road to sexuality. Here I was a nude young child riding my horse. He then put me up on my bed and started playing with me. He started to play fight me again and I was fighting back it was fun or so I thought He then moved to remove his clothes and then we were both fighting each other nude. He then put his finger in my mouth to get it wet and then he started to work his finger into my butt as we were playing. I did not think anything of it. He then started to play with my little dick and ball, I did not stop him nor my mother that was standing in the door way watching all this happening. He was teaching me to be his little toy and I was learning it from him. Part Two - Leg Castings Again I was born without a leg and they had to make a cast of my butt and hip to make a wooden leg for me. This is a story of one of those many times that I was getting a cast made. I was about six or seven years old and my dad took me to Chicago to get a cast made. I was taken into the casting room like so many times before. I had to take off all my clothes and put on this stump sock (it is a piece of cloth that looks like pantyhose just a little thicker.) The leg man then put a strap over each shouder to hold the stump sock on. So here I am in just this sock that covered my body from just above my knee to my little boy nipples to hold the strap to the sock the man would put little metal clamps on to hold the two pieces together. The clamps just happened to lay right on my little boy nipples. I loved getting a leg made. Dad would take off for a cup of coffee or something. The man would them hook me in to the next part of the setup. It was a specially made jumper that went around both of my legs and upper body and then that went to the ceiling he would when take the rope and pull my little body up so that I was hanging from the ceiling. He would then start the casting. He would rub his hands all over my butt and front side as he was putting the casting stuff on me he would take his time rubbing my front side and my butt. I loved it. As the cast would dry it would get hot on my little boy butt and ball. He would leave me hang from the ceiling as he made the marks to cut off the now dry cast. He then took me down from the ceiling and then he would pick up my little body and carry me over to the bed that was in the room and put me down on it he would then cut off the cast and sock. He would help me to slide out of the cast and then he would start to clean me up. He would start to wipe off the casting dust and remains with a wet cloth. He would start with my toes and go up my body to my ball sac and then he would start cleaning from my nipples down. He would then start cleaning my butt and then he would roll me over and clean my front side taking his time cleaning it by the time he was done cleaning my dick I would have a little hard on and he would be smiling at me. He would then put my underwear and clothes back on me. My dad would come back to pick me up and took me to the bus station to go back home. I loved getting a leg made. More to come!!!!! e-mail is great!!!!! flames are not !!!!!!!! -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /