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SpellCaster
2013-01-17
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JASON
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Micheal Jacksons Moonwalker
2011-07-09
From:
Jason
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I never made out with one of my buddies back in the day, but my sister and her best friend Stacy (ah, Stacy....) used to have me and my friend/neighbor Jeff jerk off for them sometimes. Looking back now it was kind of a rip off because they didn't do anything but sit there and watch while we beat meat. Never saw tits, never saw any pussy (not that I really wanted to see my sister's pussy), no dirty talk, nothing. I guess when you're fourteen or fifteen, though, the opportunity to cum in front of some girls is a pretty hard thing to turn down. Or, at least, we figured that we were going to do it anyway, so what the hell. Not really sure what Stacy and my sister got out of it. Most of the time they would have us cum onto some paper towels, but a couple times they go get a couple of cheap microwavable plates and hand them to us to see which one of us came the most. They wouldn't ever do anything with the cum, not even touch it. In fact, they'd leave us to get rid of the evidence. The more I think about it, I bet they were just messing with us, being cockteases in the safest way possible, if that makes sense. I asked my sister a few years ago about it and she made it out to be a case of us just being little pervs and that Stacy was curious, not about sex or cum or dicks, but about whether or not she and my sister could make us do what they wanted. The "pervs" part is kind of true, but the rest is bullshit; what woman has to "make" a dude beat off? Oh well.
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n/a
Summer Games
2011-07-09
From:
Jason
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Like I mentioned on another page, my sister didn't have to walk in on me to see me masturbated, she'd just ask, though she never did so without her friend Stacy there, so maybe it was Stacy's idea, after all. Anyway, I never got to see my sister naked, not even a tit or two, but seeing as I didn't really have the attraction to my sister that a lot of guy have for theirs growing up, it never bothered me. Didn't stop me from borrowing some of her panties from time to time, just for the sake of curiosity. The best time to get them was after she had been working out. She always thought she was overweight in those days, no else thought so, but that never seemed to matter to her. Regardless, she would work out at least four, usually five or six times a week and she would often finish by riding our dad's old stationary bicycle for a half an hour or so. She'd then hit the showers, get dressed, and then take her now dirty workout clothes and put them in the hamper. Man, the seat on that old bike did a wonderful job of pressing all of my sister's smells and tastes into those panties which were still damp with sweat and whatever else by the time I got to them. I'd grab them, go into the bathroom next to the laundry room, smell them, taste them, wrap them around my dick, and within five minutes I'd cum in the sink, wash it down the drain and have the panties back in the hamper before anyone could have ever known they were missing. Guess I was a little perv, after all, but at that age you have to take and use what you can get.
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n/a
Monster Maker
2011-07-09
From:
Jason
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The most fucked up thing that I ever heard about concerned my first college roommate. His name was Kyle and we ended up being stuck together for whatever reason in our dorm, but it actually turned out pretty good; he was a good guy and instantly became the first friend I made at college. As we got more comfortable with one another, we would ask each other questions trying to find out what made the other tick, likes and dislikes, that kind of stuff. One night after a few beers, I asked him when he lost his virginity. He hemmed and hawed, obviously uncomfortable with the question. Thinking that he must have still been a virgin, I assured him that it was no big deal and that I didn't lose my virginity until I was eighteen (which was true). Still saying nothing, I again tried to reassure him that it was no big deal if he was a virgin. He then said rather curtly that, no, he wasn't a virgin, but that he wasn't sure if he was comfortable talking about any of this. I then told him that I was just curious how old he was when he lost it, that's all. I didn't care what the chick looked like or anything, hell, I didn't even care if the chick was a chick for that matter. With that he said "fourteen". Well, nowadays things might be different, but back in my day and in my neck of the woods, most dudes didn't get lucky at fourteen. From the sound of his voice, I was pretty sure he was telling the truth, but his revelation made me more curious about who he had lost his virginity to at such an early age. Before I could even ask, though, he blurted out, "it was with my mom". I immediately responded with a spontaneous "bullshit" of disbelief if not accusation. "No, it was with my mom" he continued, "and it wasn't just once". He was dead serious, at least outwardly, but I pressed him for more information both out of curiosity and to see if I could find out if he really was just bullshitting me. The story he then related, however, convinced me that he was telling the truth. Neither his matter-of-fact speech nor his body language betrayed any sort of deception, but what most convinced me that he was telling the truth was the bland, almost clinical, nature of the story and of his supposed sexual relationship with his mother. Though he never used either word himself, he had soon impressed upon me the fact that his mother was both a bitch and probably crazy on some level. Their "relationship" started after his mom had discovered that he was masturbating. She had caught him once when he was twelve and spanked him as a result, one of the few time, he said, that she had ever spanked him. While this could never deter a boy on the cusp of puberty from actually doing it, he did promise himself to be more careful about it. This is easy enough before a boy actually ejaculates, but after that point the evidence can start piling up, even for mothers not as invasive of their son's privacy as she came to be. No, she became obsessed about him masturbating, checking his bedsheets every day, his sock drawer, his clothes, checking waste baskets for tissues, everything; anything that could provide proof of his masturbation came under intense scrutiny. As he entered his teen years, the evidence of his masturbation became harder and harder to hide. He wasn't allowed to close his bedroom door, nor the bathroom door. She would even sit on the toilet as he showered to make sure he didn't masturbate in there. Still, though, he did. Mostly at night, most always in his bed. He used a sock at first, but she found it one day under his mattress. She spanked him. He resorted to tissues, but she caught him flushing a bunch of them down the toilet one day. No more Nintendo for a month. He then was left with actually catching the semen in his hand and eating it to destroy, hopefully, any evidence. One night, though, an energetic spurt missed his hand completely and he had to get up and go to the bathroom to wash up. She heard him get up and caught him in the act of wiping cum off his belly. Another spanking was all she could think to do, it seemed, though now fourteen he was already taller and heavier than she and the spankings must have seemed to both of them an almost ridiculous, even humorous, exercise. It became clear to her that he wasn't going to stop masturbating just because she didn't want him to, whatever punishment she could come up with. The oddest thing, it that she never even told him why he shouldn't masturbate. He asked, too, more times than he could count, but all she ever said was that it was wrong and that he wasn't allowed to do it. She wasn't particularly religious, so the only things that he figured could be behind her draconian objections were that she thought somehow it would make him gay (get used to the touch of your own hand, you can get used to the touch of some other guy's hand, perhaps) or that she thought that it would make him unable or otherwise unwilling to have actual sex with a woman later in life. Either is possible in light of the solution she came up with for the "problem" of Kyle masturbating. If he wouldn't stop masturbating because it was his only sexual outlet, she would just have to give him another sexual outlet: her own body. Having arrived at her plan one night, she came into his room the next morning and made him get up so she could check his sheets for stains. None were found, so she proceeded to tell him that she understood his urges and that she didn't like being so harsh to him, things she had said many times before, but this time she also told him that she would help him control his urges. Not knowing what to think, he just stood there, waiting for her to continue. She asked him if he knew about sex. He said "yes" and that they had taught them all the basics at school during health class. She then lied down on this bed and pushed her sweatpants and underwear down to her ankles and spread her legs open while keeping her feet together. Amazed, he tried not to look, but she then told him to take off his briefs and to climb back onto the bed and over her. He obeyed, lowering his now naked body onto hers, his head coming to rest just next to his mother's. Shocked by what was happening, he could not manage an erection even when the situation so obviously demanded one. Noticing this, his mother had him raise up a bit and she stroke him rather roughly with one hand. He soon hardened despite his discomfiture and with the same hand she guided his penis inside of her. As horrible as it all seemed moments before, he said that the feel of her vagina as it enveloped him in its warmth and its wetness was almost intoxicating. She instructed him to thrust in and out, guiding him at first with her hands on his hips. She said nothing to him and made no noise at all as he pushed in and out, staring at his pillow, his mother's left earing in the corner of his eye. Within probably a minute or so, he climaxed, almost instinctively thrusting as deep as he could into his mother as he did so. His orgasm continued for a few moments more as it seemed to him that him must be filling her with his semen. As it ended, he sagged a bit down on top of her, causing her to finally speak. "Alright" she said, pushing him as a cue to get off of her, "get dressed for school". He got up, shell-shocked, and started to get dressed. She, in turn, pulled her panties and sweatpants back up, got up from his bed and left for the kitchen to fix breakfast. As he ate, stupefied by the morning's events, she told him that she was willing to help him in such a way a few times a week so he wouldn't feel the need to touch himself. He said that he managed only to say "okay" to her and he left for school. As is often the case, the first time you do something is the most difficult. Thus, while we almost felt physically ill after having had sex with his mother, he also made himself come to terms not only with the fact that she would hound him over masturbating probably until he moved out of the house, but also with how good it had actually felt to be inside a woman. That that woman was his mother, had to be his mother, was somehow awful, but in a perverse way, he said, their day-to-day relationship had improved almost immediately after the first time they had sex. So, a couple of days had passed when came home from school one afternoon and found his mother on the couch watching Sally Jesse Raphael's insipid talk show as she usually was. He stood there staring at her, nervous and timid, trying to figure out how to broach the subject, how to ask his mom for sex. She noticed him and understood at once what it was he wanted, and said "yes, alright". She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties, spreading her legs wide, feet together. He undressed without any prompting this time and lowered himself onto her for the second time. This time, though, he was as ready for her as she was for him. He still needed her, though, to help guide his erection into her. She did so brusquely, wordlessly, and he began thrusting at once, pushing in and out, slowly at first, then faster until, after no more than a minute from start to finish, he climaxed again as deeply inside of her as he could manage. Not five seconds after the last spurt of his semen had pulsed out into her, she again pushed him away with an almost emotionless "alright, that's good". He got dressed and went upstairs to his room, watching his mother pull her jeans back up as he went. Replaying the episode over in his mind, he realized that had mom, though cradling his head in her hands as he pushed in and out of her, had never even taken her eyes off of the damn television. Disturbed by this, by his motherless disinterested "acquiescence" to his urges, he wondered if he should not do it again, ever. Two times, though, and it was already like a drug to him. As he thought over what all this meant, what lay behind it, he had come to think that perhaps his mother saw in him a replacement for his father, who had gone long ago. But there was no passion in their sex, no affection, no emotion at all. There was at other times, though, just not then, just not when he felt such conflict and, yet, such love for his mother. It became all too clear that she was substituting her vagina for his hand, nothing more. In life, though, one tends to take what is available, and their sexual relationship continued right up until he went off to college. He seemed greatly relieved to tell me, to tell anyone about this. He did not, however, seem to regret any of it, at least not anymore. I still don't know what to make of it. He seems well adjusted and all, but something like that can't help but confuse a young boy's or young man's mind to the point where he can't honestly say whether his mother was helping him as she would claim, or abusing him as most outside observers would say.
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n/a
Alex Kidd in Miracle World
2008-07-04
From:
jason
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this is the best game ever me and my dad played this until we got everything and every secret it took us 6 months to fully complete it and now ive just downloaded this game on my wii
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Alex Kidd in Miracle World
2005-09-07
From:
jason
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I thought that this game was awsome , how ever I am interested in purchasing the cartridge but have looked everywhere even on ebay but I still can't seem to find it. Any ideas???
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Rambo: First Blood Part II
2004-11-16
From:
Jason
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Yeah in the first one. Note under the title of the game it says first blood part 2. Only chinks should have been killed.
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Shinobi
2004-05-08
From:
jason
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shinobi loves the first boss,they had sex
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Rocky
2004-01-25
From:
Jason
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The only way I could ever beat Drago was to throw my jabs while he was far enough away and hoped that he would walk into my power punch. The final count for me was Rocky 1 Drago 10,000.
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My Hero
2004-01-25
From:
Jason
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What do you get when you combine 10 ounces of sperm with chocolate syrup. One tasty ass shake. What do you get when combine an insanely hard game with dumb as shit gameplay, lasies and gentlemen My Hero.
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Zillion
2004-01-25
From:
Jason
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Oh boy, memorize four things every screen and recite it every screen a hundred times in a row. Wow, how the hell have I gone around all my life thinking it was pure shit. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING!
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Rambo: First Blood Part II
2004-01-25
From:
Jason
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Whewww we came we saw we kicked some ass with this one. I played this game so much I had it down to a science. Baby I could get through this one without even dying. I absolutely loved the level where the cops would drive by on their motorcycles throwing grenades at you because he killed so many cops in Rambo First Blood Part II right.
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Alex Kidd: the Lost Stars
2003-12-14
From:
Jason
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The Alex Kidd games are quite possibly the best games ever on any system!
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Robocop Vs. Terminator
2003-04-02
From:
jason
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Robocop Vs. Terminator
2003-04-02
From:
jason
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game sucked it was stupid
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Zillion
2002-12-10
From:
Jason
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this was THE game to own if you owned a SMS in the day.
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Wonder Boy in Monster Land
2002-12-10
From:
Jason
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i agree with Pud! i loved this game but the end where you had to jump up the shaft was a pain. i only beat the game maybe twice because of that.
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Ghostbusters
2002-09-08
From:
Jason
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I played this game when I was like 5 or 6 years old and it was so great. Then we put the Master System away for the Nintendo when it came out. When we moved I found The Master system again but it would not turn on, I was so mad!!!!!!!
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Great Golf
2001-03-25
From:
Jason
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yeah but if you hit it right, you could sky it and have it land on the second island, then reach the green on your second shot. Anyway, I liked this game. Got a little annoyed at the lady saying "it's on" when you landed on the green.
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Zillion
2001-03-25
From:
Jason
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ha! a notebook full of codes! I just had a name for each of the symbols. I remember some of them were "eight" (for the one that looked like an eight), "eight-side" (for the horizontal eight), "money" (for the one that was the money symbol in Alex Kidd), etc. It was easy to remember them that way. What an awesome game. I remember not really using the two other people (Apple and someone?) unless I had to, because by the time I found them, the main guy was powerful.
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Zillion
2001-03-17
From:
Jason
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I use to play this game all the time when i use to have a sega master system back in the days. I had like a notebook full of codes from each room. I don't know whatever happened to my old sega master system... i think it broke or something and my parents had to throw it out... or they probably sold it at a yard sale... who knows... but i just recently bought a sega master system off ebay and also the zillion game and i still can't stop playing the game... now i have a new notebook full of codes... Zillion will allways be a classic... such a great game!!!
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