Readme5.txt
To all boylovers out there,
I just wanted to say not to give up on life.
I wish the best for all friends gathered around our Fort.
I wanted to tell each of you to enjoy each day and
take time for yourself to enjoy the beauty of boys
like you're supposed to.
Do it privately to prevent being hunted like a witch,
but enjoy boys without shame.
We are who we are, and each of us are special.
I've never seen anything more beautiful in this world than a
young boy. I'm glad we can share that together here at the
Fort.
My best boy memory I have from childhood is shoveling sand in my
sandbox. It was made out of four wood walls, had two windows,
a truck camper roof, and plywood door. It was like a
little clubhouse filled with sand where I could play. And I
did play there till I was about eleven. Shoveling mounds of sand
and creating little runways where I could have micromachine wars
and dig sand tunnels. When the hormones started kicking in, I
didn't have a boylover friend to help me understand about erections
and odd desires to be naked. Before I learned to JO, I used to
get these urges to strip down to my undies (or less) outside in the
privacy of my sandbox and I'd get an erection, but I wouldn't
learn until later from secretly watching a porno how to finally JO
and relieve myself of this sexual tension.
I wish I'd had someone when I was younger to say "Yes, you are
beautiful. Yes, you are fun. Yes, I love you." And to answer
those questions that you'll never ask Mom about. :)
Now that I'm older and without "protection", I do have
an older "friend" that enjoys being with me and filling me in on the
things I missed when I was younger: "Yes, you are beautiful, yes you
are fun. Yes, I love you."
Anyhow, just thought I'd share a little bit about myself with you.
See you around the Fort. You guys are my new sandbox. A place
where I can come to shovel sand again and be happy with new tunnels
and new friends.
Sincerely,
Smiles
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