Those Crazy Humpy-Mouth Days - Sex Stories

Those Crazy Humpy-Mouth Days

... were doing, but I found it funny and fun to watch. So now, I could participate in a different kind of humpy-thing and those scruffers really wanted me to do it and they talked me up so much that I became eager. I found it as fun and funny and amusing as everything before. Fun and games--- just a different form of the same thing. And, I felt special for doing something special that others wouldn't do. The fact that it was easy to get me to do it often and for long periods made me popular which I really liked. When our family split up, I had logged nine months of doing the humpy-leg thing with those dogs. I had been quite prolific. I would say that in those nine months, I did it at an average of four times a week and almost always four times per session. That meant I did it about 16 times a week or about 65 times a month. Therefore, in those nine months, I did it at least 585 times! At the same time, I had haen doing the humpy-mouth thing with those boys for seven months. I would say they did it to me at least nine times a week or about 40 times a month. So in that seven month period, they did humpy-mouth over 280 times. Adding those things together right now, I am astonished by the numbers! I had no idea! 585 plus 280 means I did those things over 865 times-- in just nine months! Wow! Right now, I don't know whether to feel proud or embarrassed. It is with great relief that I can report that no one ever knew about my private times sneaking away for the humpy-leg dogs and the ...

... humpy-mouth boys. The boys never told anyone--or at least I never heard anyone say they knew about it. There was not one minute nor one thought that ever entered my mind about any of it being sexual because at no time was i told about sex. Instead, it was all just fun and games and funny and amusing and flattering. That's all it was to me. Fun and games. Watch the crazy males do their weird thing and be endlessly amused. -------- My time in the rural backwoods ended when my parents divorced and moved to separate cities. I was disillusioned by both of them and didn't want to live with either of them. Instead, I lived with an aunt who really didn't care about my coming or going as long as she got enough support money to keep her liquor and smokes in stock. I came and went pretty much as I pleased. She lived in Pinewood, a small old town with shady streets and small old homes. There was a convenience store down the block and a park with swings, but I didn't know anyone and wasn't sure I cared to. Besides, I would make friends at school when the school term started in a couple of months. But, I had a problem. And, I think you can guess what that problem was. There was no way I could expect to get into any humpy-leg or humpy-mouth scene in a town where I knew absolutely no one and leash laws kept dogs from randomly wandering the streets. It was a weighty problem because I had enjoyed so very much those great times that had entertained me so much. Were they gone forever? On my way ...