I was an eight-year-old boy. Like most kids of that age, when I had some private time in my room I played with my little penis. On this occasion, I thought it might be fun to wrap some Scotch tape around it just behind the glans. I applied the loop of tape and all was well. However, when I was ready to do something else, the tape had to be removed, right? But there was no way I could get it off. I couldn’t pull up the end with a fingernail because the tape was too thin and stuck together well. It also stuck to my skin, so when I tried various ways to peel it away, it simply wasn’t happening.
In tears, I ran out to him in the living room as he was reading the newspaper in his recliner. My mother and sister were in the living room also. I showed my dad what I had done. Without chastising me, he simply got some lighter fluid, poured it on the tape around my penis, waited for it to weaken the glue, then removed the tape. I seem to recall that for the whole time, I was erect.
Thinking back on that all these years later, I have three thoughts:
1. I wonder how that affected my father. Did it make him horny? Was he embarrassed to have to deal with such a situation? Was he terribly disappointed in his kid? What about my mother and sister? What were they thinking?
2. Why did I remain erect? You’d think with all that worry and embarrassment, I’d have gone soft right away.
3. I wish I had more information about boys’ sexuality and masturbating back then. Of course I couldn’t yet ejaculate, but obviously I was interested in my penis. I wish something like Boy’s Guide to Masturbation.
was available back then.
