/ss/ - Straight Shotacon

I don't have any stories myself, OP, but I'll keep an eye open. This one is pretty goood, and I like the idea of this thread. Hopefully it helps bring the community together

Yeah, I've been looking for the LindaB /ss story with her and her cousins, fuck, I have not been able to find it

Perhaps someone remembers a story that I came across years ago somewhere on the web but have been unable to find again. It was about a boy and a girl, both around 13 or so, who meet during a visit to their pediatrician. Because of a backlog of patients, the boy and the girl end-up being placed together in the same examination room to wait for the doctor. As I recall it (and it's been years, so I could be getting details wrong), the boy and the girl recognize each other as schoolmates or neighbors or something like that and become quite intimate while alone with each other in the examination room, waiting to be seen by the doctor. The intimacy between these two young adolescents, just at the cusp of puberty, is quite tender, mutually loving and pleasurable. IIRC, it culminates in the boy climaxing and ejaculating from the sweet stimulation that he had affectionately and enthusiastically received at the hands (literally) of the girl. As I recall it, the boy's ejaculation of semen comes as at least somewhat of a surprise, at least to the girl but it is an entirely positive and welcome one. The sudden, forceful release, at the peak of this pubescent lad's ecstasy, of hot, gooey, slimy, sticky, pungent, rich cream-of-boyseed-sauce from his rock-hard, throbbing, tender pole, only enhances the whimsical bond between this young couple.

This was one of the few really good SS stories I've ever found. I've tried searching the asstr.org archives as well as Google but it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Would anyone happen to know where this story can be found?

>>2081

Definitely not something I'd seen, but damned if it doesn't sound like a really cute story about young love

Not sure whether you guys will like my story, since it doesn't really go anywhere, but I imagine most of these stories don't. At least you won't have to suspend disbelief.

I've always been very, very, affectionate, but when I was young, like, 4-8, I was something of a beast. I'm pretty sure that, for those 4 years, and probably before, I was giving regular footjobs to every woman in my life. Most likely, all of this started with my mother. I know that she breastfed me, and I also know that sexual stimulation can induce heavier lactation in women. So more pleasure for her, means more milk, for you. I'm just theorizing here, but it's not hard to imagine me working out how to angle my feet in a way that got me more food. Since she didn't stop me, (nobody did, but I'll get to that later) I just kept on doing it.

The first real memory I have of doing this, was, surprise surprise, with my mother. During our little cuddling time (remember, I was like 4 at this point), my feet would often get chilly, and the warmest, softest, place to put them, was between her legs. But I'm one of those people who likes to wiggle their toes around when they're happy, and unsurprisingly, this ended up eliciting a very positive reaction, from my mother. In exchange for my fancy footwork, I got longer snuggles, tighter squeezes, and more affection, overall. I'd also get spoiled like crazy, afterwards.

That was pretty much how it worked with everyone. I'd find some pretty lady, crawl into her lap, nuzzle into her boobs, and then stuff my feet into her crotch and get to work. I'd usually be rattling off various affectionate phrases, gazing up into her eyes, stroking her soft tummy, and telling her that I loved her, or that she's sooo pretty, or something to that effect. Wiggling those piggies. The really strange bit, is that nobody ever got mad at me for doing this. They didn't even kick me off their lap. They just went with the flow, squeezing me tight, returning the affection, hell, a couple of my cousins would even start grinding their hips against my feet, matching my rhythm. My babysitter did that, too. I should probably just reiterate here, that this was largely just a snuggle game, to me. It took me years to realize what I was actually doing.

The person that I did this the most with, was my babysitter. She was in her early 20's I think, big tits, green eyes, long dark hair. Olive complexion, although I don't know "what" she was, ethnically. Her name was Marie. Marie was probably the cheapest babysitter on the block, and she often smelled like what I now know is pot and cigarettes, covered up with rose incense. I thought she smelled great, and I loved to spend hours snuggled up on our couch, wrapped in her big arms, safe and warm, with my face in her flannel covered tits, and my feet firmly planted at her warmest, softest, spot.

We'd listen to early 90's shoegaze, because this was the mid 90's, and I'd usually move my feet with the rhythm of the songs. Slow songs would get a gentle waving motion from me, and soft caresses on my head and back, from her. Faster songs would elicit quick toe tapping and circular motions from me, and tight squeezes, heavy breathing, and lots of affectionate words and kisses, from her. We'd do this for hours, listening to entire discographies. Every so often, she'd get up to smoke, or go to the bathroom, but for the most part, our nights were just one big snuggle party.

I don't know why nobody ever stopped me. I gave this treatment to pretty much everyone, as long as they were female, and big enough to snuggle with me. We're talking aunts, cousins, family friends, nuns, everyone, and nobody said a damn thing. My best guess is that it's like the whole "orgasm while breastfeeding" thing. Everybody knows about it, but nobody talks about it, because they either feel guilty, or they think people would judge them, or something along those lines. They don't want to blame the child, so they just let it go.

Either that, or my mother was running some kind of pedochick foot fetish ring.

>>2082

Glad you appreciate the idea and theme of how I recall this story. Hopefully, there is someone out there who knows where the story can be found. I have just posted my inquiry to /oneshota and if that doesn't bring results, I intend to try other boards. I must find that story.

>>2116

Thank you for sharing those memories with us. You've aroused my curiosity and I'm sure that of others here as well. I hope you won't my mind my asking some questions.

>this was largely just a snuggle game, to me. It took me years to realize what I was actually doing.

Did you, however, at any point during the intimate cuddling that you described, experience any feelings or sensations that you later realized to be erotic (or at least genital) in nature? Did you feel any tingling or any pleasurable sensations at all in your sweet shotacock or delicate boy-jewels?

Did you ever, at any point, sense an interest in your tender boyparts on the part of any of these women? If not at the time, then, looking back upon the experiences now, do you suspect that any of the women would have at least made an attempt to do more with you, if not for any number of inhibitions that they most likely felt restrained by? (Guilt, shame, fear of getting caught, etc.)

>I've always been very, very, affectionate, but when I was young, like, 4-8, I was something of a beast. I'm pretty sure that, for those 4 years, and probably before, I was giving regular footjobs to every woman in my life.

So it all stopped by the time you had turned 9?

When did you finally realize the sexual meaning and implications of the special cuddling that you had been doing with those women? Had it already stopped by that point?

You did not mention anything about your first experiences with erections, masturbation and orgasms and there there was any connection between these and the cuddling experiences with women that you described (even if only in your [i]thoughts[/i] at the time).

Do you believe there were any lasting effects upon your sexual development from the cuddling experiences you described? Do you ascribe your interest in "straight shotacon" to them?

Thank you for your time and for answering as much as you feel comfortable with.

>nobody said a damn thing

Perhaps they were enjoying themselves too much and did't want it to end. I wonder how many of these women were sexually frustrated. (The nuns, at least, likely were.)

>Either that, or my mother was running some kind of pedochick foot fetish ring.

That's an idea that no doubt could provide much inspiration for ss material…(and likely already has)

>>1954

>LindaB

Who? I'm interested.

>>2174

> Did you feel any tingling or any pleasurable sensations at all in your sweet shotacock or delicate boy-jewels?

Interesting lingo… To answer the question, though, and I know this is boring, but not really. I remember getting "boners" off and on during my childhood, but the pleasure that I felt while snuggling, and playing my little foot games, was totally focused on the intimacy, not the eroticism. I knew what sex was, in a very basic, and generalized sense, so I understood what "private parts" were, I just never connected the dots in my head, that said, "feet between legs = sexual arousal". The concepts just didn't exist outside of that academic framework. My mom gave me "the talk" when I was like, 5, by the way, and there were books about sex everywhere in my house. Maybe on some subconscious level, I knew what I was doing, but at the surface, it really was just a cuddle game.

>Did you ever, at any point, sense an interest in your tender boyparts on the part of any of these women?

I did notice that all involved persons who bathed me took exactly 2, diametrically opposed, approaches, when it came to washing my dick. There was "team avoid", and "team savor". Team avoid, would do just that. They'd bathe me normally, although usually with some sort of washcloth, right up until they got to my dick, which they would save for last. When they got there, they would make me wash that part, and sometimes, they'd even look away, while I was washing it. My mother, by the way, was in team avoid.

Team savor, which I imagine you're far more interested in, consisted of one of my aunts, most of my cousins, and unsurprisingly, my babysitter. They would usually go straight for my dick, and spend slightly more time washing it, than was necessary. They normally washed with their bare hands. They were usually far more gentle. and slow, and thorough, with their washing, and when it was time for the drying, most of them would use the "hug with towel" method.

Some of them actually expressed a lot of interest in getting into the bath with me, but for some reason, that was just a step too far, in my mind. I was a huge, blubbering, pussy, when it came to seeing women naked. I mean, I'd sneak a peek or two at the "DK sex manual" that my parents kept around, or stay up late, and watch the "Girls Gone Wild" infomercial, but when it came to other people, I wasn't feeling it.

>looking back upon the experiences now, do you suspect that any of the women would have at least made an attempt to do more with you

I'm pretty sure my babysitter would have taken things about as far as they could go, if I'd let her get naked in the bath with me. She, more than any of the others, seemed like she was genuinely let down by that.

>>2174

>So it all stopped by the time you had turned 9?

Pretty much. I still snuggled, but without the foot action. It was actually kind of an odd position to be in, and one that can really only be accomplished, by someone who is very small. Basically, I just grew out of the age where it was comfortable to do it. Then, I decided that I was too cool to snuggle, and that was really the end of it.

>When did you finally realize the sexual meaning and implications of the special cuddling that you had been doing with those women? Had it already stopped by that point?

I only fully came to understand what I'd been doing, when I was in my upper teens, as in, 17-19. Honestly, if I had realized what was going on at the time, I probably would have stopped doing it.

>You did not mention anything about your first experiences with erections, masturbation and orgasms and there there was any connection between these and the cuddling experiences with women that you described (even if only in your [i]thoughts[/i] at the time).

No real connection. My fapping life started around 12ish, with a playboy that I found in my dad's room. Very standard.

>Do you believe there were any lasting effects upon your sexual development from the cuddling experiences you described? Do you ascribe your interest in "straight shotacon" to them?

Well, I'm substantially more into cuddling than other guys, I think, but then, I was substantially more into cuddling than other boys. I'm probably just an affectionate person. I think that the books in my parents' room had more to do with my desires, than anything else. I do, however, have a thing for pleasantly plump (not morbidly obese) women, which might have something to do with the cuddling. I tend to gravitate towards women with darker features, which probably comes from my babysitter. I think that my love of /ss/ has a lot to do with my love of maternalistic affection, that I've always had, and my love for femdom, which has waxed and waned over the years. So… maybe.

>Perhaps they were enjoying themselves too much and did't want it to end. I wonder how many of these women were sexually frustrated. (The nuns, at least, likely were.)

Maybe. I think my playful and totally oblivious way of going about the whole thing, probably had something to do with it. I was happy, they were happy, any sexualization of the act was unintended on my part, and mostly nonexistent on their end(?). If they'd said something, I probably would have started crying, so it was just easier, for them, to lay back and enjoy it.

>That's an idea that no doubt could provide much inspiration for ss material…(and likely already has)

Like you wouldn't believe.

>>2177

>>2178

Thank you very much for your detailed response to my questions.

I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable with my use of the terms "sweet shotacock" and "delicate boy-jewels" (as you responded to them, "Interesting lingo…"). I find such lingo quite appropriate in a place like this.

I also hope you won't mind some further questioning on my part but if you do, feel free not to respond.

You wrote,

>I remember getting "boners" off and on during my childhood,

> My mom gave me "the talk" when I was like, 5, by the way, and there were books about sex everywhere in my house.

> I'd sneak a peek or two at the "DK sex manual" that my parents kept around, or stay up late, and watch the "Girls Gone Wild" infomercial,

>My fapping life started around 12ish, with a playboy that I found in my dad's room.

I find the final statement that I quoted above a little hard to reconcile with the first three.

I have read accounts by men who describe recalling, from some point before or just at the beginning of puberty, going through a period (usually pretty brief, I believe) during which they would become aroused (usually from viewing some type of sexually-charged images, if not outright porn) but remain frustrated, as these men (then boys) would not figure-out how to masturbate until somewhat later.

Bringing this back to being more directly on-topic, reading your statement again,

>I've always been very, very, affectionate, but when I was young, like, 4-8, I was something of a beast.

makes me wonder about how you related at that time with girls of your age. From what you have written in your last posts, it does not sound as if you had any such relationships with a sexual component (at least not a conscious one). But do you recall having any relationships or experiences with girls your age that nonetheless entailed affection on other levels?

>>2316

>I find such lingo quite appropriate in a place like this.

I wasn't offended, really, I'd just never really heard those terms used colloquially. It just caught me off guard, for the most part.

>I find the final statement that I quoted above a little hard to reconcile with the first three.

Is it really so hard to believe? I had an interest in sex, but I had an interest in most things. I had an interest in space, inventions, tanks, aeroplanes, music, and just about everything else. The "thrill" of looking at things I wasn't 'supposed' to look at probably added to it, but overall, my fascination with sex was largely, and somewhat paradoxically, non-sexual. It was mostly just an interest, and while I may have gotten a bone while looking at those books, I didn't feel particularly frustrated, and I didn't have much of a desire to fap. I just enjoyed looking at the pictures, in the same way that I enjoyed looking at the pictures in Vogue, or watching Sailor Moon.

>But do you recall having any relationships or experiences with girls your age that nonetheless entailed affection on other levels?

I was quite friendly towards girls my age, and often girls who were older, as well. I've always been a good listener. I had plenty of male friends, but most of my closest relationships, at that time, were with girls. They weren't sexual, really, nothing was, at that time but they were certainly intimate.

I do remember one high school girl, when I was 10 or 11, would often come and talk to me, around and after sunset, in our neighbourhood’s playground. This was when my parents were fighting every day, so I was out of the house, a lot. She was wiccan, and lived with her (also wiccan) moms, who never really seemed to be around, for some reason.

At the time, I was totally oblivious to it all, but now, it's quite obvious that she was a shotacon, and into yaoi. We'd sometimes watch anime together, which was fun. She kind of felt me up a little bit, during our 'greeting/parting hugs', and she was always very interested in getting as many of my clothes off as possible, during the summer months (we lived in a trailer park), but she never took it too far. I have mostly positive memories of her. She was really into shotas, though.

All the animes that we watched were very shota intensive, which, at the time, I just chalked up to "lol its anime", but over time, as I watched more animes, I realized that she was watching very specific ones. I also remember looking through her collection, and seeing a couple that she would quickly snatch out of my hands, saying that they were "too violent", which, at the time, I just accepted, albeit with some minor disappointment. Looking back, though, pink is not the color of violent anime covers, and lanky 'shounen-ai' shounens are rarely the protags of ultraviolent animes.

In retrospect, I have to say, I really respect her maturity, and self control. She's kind of the "model" of what I think a female shotacon should be, if she's going to actually try to spend time with kids. Friendly, not too pushy, willing to connect with kids on their level, and provide a "safe space" that's actually safe, things like that. The attraction was there, but it wasn't overbearing, and it wasn't exploitative. Basically, she knew where the lines were, and she knew not to cross them.

When I was 13 I was a massive fucking introvert. I wasn't unattractive by any means, just shy with really unkempt hair. I moved to a new neighborhood with my family a few weeks prior right before my birthday. First people to greet us were these 2 women next door in a smaller, 1 story, pissed yellow house.

They said hello to my parents and siblings and me and brought over sodas for us when we were moving things in, and these were not small women. They were about in their early 20s and more muscular and lean than any man I'd seen in real life. They weren't roided but they had muscle. One was a black girl with really small breasts but hips and ass that could knock you out with a hip check, and curly brown and red hair, and the other a petite Asian girl with more definition than I did after a year and a half of working out.

Petite took an immediate shine to me and while everyone was resting inside took me outside to talk with me. On the side of the house she asked me if I had a girlfriend and I lied and said yes like any insecure kid. The first thing she did was pull up my shirt and looked at me for a good minute. My heart was beating out of my chest with my shirt in front of my face and then she yanked my shirt down and stuck her tongue down my throat.

Felt weird at first and I nearly vomited on her but I held my spaghetti and kissed back. She pulled back and took me back inside and told me to come see her tomorrow after we were done moving and at 10 in the morning I went outside and right next door.

Black girl met me at the door, and took me to see Petite and closed the door. Petite asks me if I've ever had sex, and I'm honest and say no I haven't. She pulled me right into her small cleavage and held me there and I was instantly hard. She grinded against me for a good minute before pulling down my pants and hers and put my dick between her thighs and told me to start moving my hips, and God fucking damn did I. Came in under a minute all over the bed behind her.

(Will continue)

>>2639

Passed the fuck out right after that and woke up to the black girl arguing with Petite. And this was a tall girl. I think she about 6'4 and I can't remember what they argued about anymore but Petite left the house and left me alone in the room with my dick out and black girl in the room, but she was grinning like she won a lottery. I'd never been more scared of a girl in my life when she got over me and sat on my lap and nearly crushed my fucking pelvis.

I still remember what she said right then. "Don't worry hun, for the next hour I'll take care of you." In this really silky smooth voice. She spent the first few minutes putting this massage oil from this red bottle all over her ass, and the next 15 minutes milking my dick between her ass cheeks. Ran my hands all over her ass cheeks and spread em to see her asshole and managed to force my dick right in there. She jumped up and I managed to grab her around the waist to keep myself in but because I was short at that age I fucking shot off the bed with her and landed on top of her on the ground and blew whatever remained of my baby batter inside of her. Fell asleep again and woke back up at my house. Black girl was talking with my mom and said I passed out outside working out with her and was taking care of me in her backyard.

Left and gave me a wink when she saw I was staring at her from the couch.

In October I got horrible grades and got grounded. No TV, vidya, nothing. Spent all my time getting my brains fucked out by Petite and Black Girl until December when they went on vacation but wouldn't tell me where. They gave me a fucking fleshlight (That my mom later found and thought was my Dad's) and some of Black Girls massage oil. When they got back I got into Petite Girls ass and got to fuck Black Girls (admittedly loose compared to her ass) pussy. They taught me everything. How to eat pussy, tons of different positions, but the black girl liked amazon mostly. Petite girl liked to workout with me and then do cowgirl on her weight bench.

Best 3 years of my life until I moved away. Came back to the neighborhood a year later and found out that they had moved. Saw black girl in the mall nearby, before I got any kind of relationship. Got in her car, drove around to the back end of the mall where no one was and got hotdogged for almost an hour while I played with her pussy. She had an even bigger ass then. She sent pics to petite. She drove over herself in 10 minutes. Got to fuck Petite on the hood of her car.

Never saw em again.

When i was 10 i watched as my dad and his second wife's marriage disintegrated. They slept in separate rooms by this point. but the room she slept in had a giant king size waterbed.

My room was the coldest and i ended up sick a lot because of it. So sometimes i would sleep with her in the big bed.

Once while snuggled up with her in a very non-sexual way, I wasn't wearing just a shirt and my little cock fell in her hand. She didn't move i just remember she started jerking me off. I said "thank you" and i don't know why. She continued and i instinctively bucked my hips. And that was how i got my first orgasm.

And it continued from there. First she just felt guilty or angry with me the next day. But if I didn't say anything it was ok.

A few days later we were in bed again and i just kind of grinding on her a little. She asked "If e play will you go to sleep?" She always called it playing it was her code word from then on no matter what we did. Anyway she did the same and I snuggled with her and went to sleep.

continued…..

>>2641

It went on like this for awhile. it would be cold in my room, I'd sleep in big bed with her and she's jerk me off. Eventually I asked if I could see her boobs saying it would make me finish faster. So she would jerk me off and I'd suck on her tits.

this happened maybe 5 times when she finally said she wanted me to help her. And this is when it started going from innocent to scary.

She wanted me to lick her pussy, and since it was the 80's she was all hairy. But I didn't mind. What i did mind was after i got the idea what to do she grabbed my head and forced into her crotch so i couldn't breath. And told me to do it faster/harder etc..

She enjoyed my struggling and that got her off faster. But she made me feel good and loved so it was OK.

>>2642

after a couple months it was all just fun.

I remember being on top of her sucking on her tits grinding on her with my kid cock. She grabbed my head and told me to tell her I loved her. So i did. She then positioned my hip and spread her legs wider so I could get in her.

we were fucking and it was amazing!

When i finished she asked if i liked this kind of playig better. I said I really liked it. She said we cout continue to play like this but only if i did everythig she told me to, i said ok.

At first it was simple just get good grades do a few extra chores. but then she started doing weird stuff. Like when I ate her pussy she would twist my ear and tell me not to scream or cry. and it would hurt so much.

If i didn't do something around the house exactly right she would cry herself if my dad wasn't around and say i didn't love her.

When spring came the excuse of sleeping in the big bed because it was cold wasn't available anymore. Luckily my dad had some work thing on Saturday nights then would go out with the guys sometimes afterwards. So we had at least untill 11 to play.

So we had sex regularly but she controlled everything about me. What i did, when i could play with my friends, and especially my emotions. She would make me cry or feel bad randomly for no reason. She liked making me feel stupid too. Like telling me she told me to do something four times when she never said it at all.

I liked having sex and I liked it when she held we afterward saying she loved me but nothing else.

This culminated one night in late March when I got home from playing outside my dad had left early that Saturday. She said we had to take a shower. So I did.

She got in with me and washed my hair and I had to use some girly smelling soap. When we finished I had to sit on the bed and she brushed my hair, which was longish, until it was smooth. She then made me wear a dress cause she said she always wanted a little girl.

She said i looked pretty. But i didn't feel good.

And from then on every Saturday if I wanted sex I had to wear the dress. She'd sometimes put makeup on me. And e'd sit and play regular games before our playing session.

The worst was when she said we had to go out on a date. She dressed me up put makeup on me and the dress and we went to a sitdown restaurant far away so no one we knew would see us.

She made me feel terrible all the time, I hated it. But I liked sex.

Eventually her and my dad got divorced. And i only ever saw her once more, and yes we had lots of sex that night. I hated the things she did to me ad the way she made me felt. but I missed her so much i cried for a few weeks on saturdays when she was gone. she messed me up so much but it was a relationship i understood. Do what she says and you'll feel loved.

I actually had a neighbor who was about 30 the next year and i actually had a huge crush on her. I almost went over there and told her how i felt and how she could do anything she wanted to me cause that is how i knew love.

I still miss that relationship all these decades later.

>>2645

Holy shit dude. Dresses and make up? I was expecting a fucking, whoring you out to her friends plot point with that.

>>2648

Forcing a boy to crossdress is actually surprisingly common with these sorts of women. Pegging is, too. One theory is that the crossdressing allows them to reassert their dominance over the boy, who, at a certain point, starts to be more assertive than they'd like. The crossdressing makes him suddenly feel less confident, which turns him (back) into that timid little boy, that they love so much. Obviously, the pegging would do something similar. Not particularly complex, and makes enough sense.

My personal pet theory, though, is that it's a type of cathartic roleplaying. The woman involved was sexually abused as a child (most of them report some childhood sexual abuse), and she's turning the boy into her, in order to relive that past trauma, in a way that doesn't force her to find a new child, or become homosexual. There may also be some element of symbolic revenge, but then, maybe not.

For some people, "reliving the event" is how they deal with trauma. Since she's carrying on the "circle of abuse", we can kind of assume that she's the 'relive' type, and not the 'avoid' type. So she relives, or tries to, and uses the experience to "own" that event, or series of events, in her past. She probably wouldn't even know what she was doing, or why, and just rationalizes it as "liking cute feminine boys" or "wanting a daughter".

>>2649

Well I never questioned who i was really. i was told i made a cute girl, but that's it. Before I hit puberty I just associated the crossdressing with sex. I did briefly try to get another dress and some shoes thinking that the woman who was 30 i had a crush on would fuck me if I dressed like a girl and was submissive. but that never happened.

I admit I over compensated in high school being overly masculine and didn't really date until college. So it did fuck me up some. But luckily there was no real permanent damage.

Seen this in the slut thread on 4chan's /soc/

>>2796

Didn't post the pic for some reason