FIRESIDE CHAT AKA X-RAY OF BOB'S BRAIN !

I had hit upon an idea that Bob loved.  Why not drive the two miles back to Buck Horn Campground and use their covered shelters with stone fire places.  We packed the car with food, Ice, utensils and started to leave and Bob said "Don't forget your Scotch".....I loved that kid.  I had come to some conclusions about Little Bob.  He was a genious but had some strange anomoly in his brain which  prevented association in relating two similiar strains of thought and coming to a logical conclusion.  He seemed immune to embarassment.  He thought of private parts like we think of ears or a nose.  What is there to hide; why be ashamed.?   He definately had Compulsive-Possessive Disorder which was not recognized in 1952.    It was his innocense and sincerity that was his saving grace.  Buck Horn was deserted, probably because they closed the Crest Highway because of the fire.  We built our fire and unloaded all of our gear, and we decided to roast some weenies that I also had brought along.  We also had Barbeque Baked Beans.  After we ate, we just sat on a concrete bench at a concrete table and enjoyed the fire which was going into the ember stage,  I looked at my watch and it was nearing ten P.M.  Bob was quiet which made me aware he was preparing his questions.  I asked him to feel open and talk about anything he wanted to talk about.  He asked "anything?"   "Yes, anything."  He said: "Mr. Key, I want to talk about sex.....I don't understand what happens.......all I think about is my weenie.....it gets longer and hard and I feel like I want to play with it.....my friends were talking about "beating off" and how to do it.  I tried it for so long and nothing happened except for the skin around it got all swollen and puffy.  I thought it was cancer.....I felt so excited in side, I wanted it to be satisfied. One day when my parents were away, I stuffed some wax paper in the crack between the cushions on my parent's couch and put my weenie down into the crack and moved it up and down.  I felt so good and then I thought I was going through the roof and ....after it was all over...I felt so releaved.  I pulled the paper out and there was all this white stuff on the paper.  It looked like a sauce my Mother makes to put on Green Peas.  I am glad my folks didn't catch me screwing their couch."   I felt like laughing, yet, this was a sensitive moment..so important...so I went through the make up of a man and woman, why a penis gets hard, and what semen is.  He soaked it all up like a sponge.  Then he asked if "beating off" would make him go blind.  I told him that was an old wives tale and it was perfectly normal.  I also told him the length of the Penis is not important to most women...that her feelings were in the first three inches of her....vagina.  He then wanted to know what a Vagina was and I explained the whole thing to him.   "Mr. Key, you have answered allot of questions that my Dad would never talk about.  That explains why the little girl I saw naked did not have a dick.  I then taught him not to use that word, but call it Penus.  He agreed and then said "There is a kid at school who has a weird dick...somebody cut the tip off....that little round ball at the end was gone...the skin around the dick went all the way to the end and just stopped.  He peed weird too, it looked like my folks lawn sprinklers...spraying all over the place.  I then explained circumcision and then he was concerned that somebody had "cut the end of my dick off without even asking me"  It was like looking for the end of the string in a tangled ball of yarn. We went over and over some things he was confused about and I felt we made some head way until he said he wanted to ask Jeanette if he could screw her and I threw my hands up in the air.  Enough for tonight.  (to be continued)