:roll: Reading some of the threads that have been bumped up from the SH cellar reminded me of yet another embarrassing moment in my life, but this one was different because I didn’t realise it was embarrassing until about twenty years later!!!
:? :? When I was but a very young teenager, Mummy Bilko sent me to see a, erm specialist. :?
Alright – it was a psychiatrist!!! Can you believe it? Mummy Bilko thought I needed to see a shrink!! Oh the shame!!
ops: :oops:The problem was that whenever she told me to do something it took me an age to jump to it and she was concerned that there was something wrong with me (as if?!!) As it turned out, the problem was with her and I was just being a “normal” teenager. :smug: :smug: :smug:
Anyway, myself and Mummy Bilko along with Daddy Bilko were sat in this big room with the Child Psychiatrist. In the room were lots of games, paints, crayons, pencils and paper.
After about half an hour of chatting the psychiatrist said that she was taking my mum and dad outside for a chat and that I could play with any of the games in the room to amuse myself whilst they were out.
Wooooohooooo!!! I had never seen so many games, let alone been allowed to touch them. I didn’t know where to start.
Now at this point I would like to let you in on a little secret. Something only I knew. Nobody else in the world knew about this so you have to keep it to yourselves. :shock: :shock: :shock:
As I was changing into a teenager I had made a discovery. A discovery so fantastic I couldn’t possibly tell anybody because they would all want a go and this was just my secret. Nobody else knew!!!
I discovered that if you rubbed your willy, it went hard!! What’s more, it tickled!! Also, the more it tickled, the better it felt. Eventually, it tickled so much that your knees went weak and you had to say “Ahhhhh!!”.
Nobody else in the whole wide world had discovered this and I was keeping this knowledge to myself. Having said that, I practiced this new - found skill at every possible opportunity.
So, there I was in a room full of toys, feeling more excited than I had ever felt before (I now realise that I’d had a deprived childhood!!). What a perfect chance to give the old fellow a damn good tickling!!
In the corner, next to a massive mirror, was a blackboard on an easel. “Perfect” I thought. “If I stand behind there I will be hidden from the door so I can cover up if anyone walks in”. So off I went, behind the blackboard, pulled him out and went for it!! I remember looking at myself, side on in the big mirror as I rubbed and tugged, thinking “Oh, this is great!! If I hurry up I will have time to play with the games!!” :wanker: :wanker: :wanker:
Anyway, I succeeded in having my “tickle” without being caught and even managed to paint a picture or two before the adults came back in. We never really mentioned that day again and as I said, they concluded that I was perfectly normal and my mum was hyper!!!
So 20 years later, I was walking down the road when I went past the school where I made my great discovery (it was actually on the climbing frame in the playground!!) and my mind went back to the day I had to see the shrink. I pictured myself behind the blackboard, next to the big mirror when suddenly it dawned on me……………
That big mirror was a 2 way mirror!! :eeek: :eeek: :eeek: :eeek: :eeek:
I was having a wank in full view of my mum and dad, some psychiatrist and whoever else was in there!!!!
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No wonder we never spoke about that day again!!
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:D 
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hwoar: :wanker: 
