Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 22:22:57 -0600 From: Subject: Peter My
feelings that I might be gay (as I was growing up it was fag or
worse) started when I was in grade 7 (around 13 years old). I
was working in a drug store and used to steal sunbathing
magazines to look at the naked women and men. I was
alternatively turned on (didn't know what that meant) by both
sexes but had no idea what that meant. I was in my basement
where I hid my stash and found that my little cock was getting
sore. When I took it out to look, it was a firm 3" (scary huh?)
and as I touched it, I felt a major burning like liquid fire as
I stifled a cry and a clear liquid spilled onto my hand. It was
my first cum and scared the shit out of me. I threw out the
magazines, quit my job so I wouldn't be tempted again, and
didn't touch myself again for a couple of years. Fast-forward to
the late 1950's when I was at an all boys' camp for 6 weeks
every summer for almost 3 years. On particularly hot days - and
there were many in northern Ontario - we w