I am almost certain that it never happened to me when I was little. My childhood was as innocent as anyone’s.
Puberty came over me gently. Daydreams of girls replaced my daydreams of baseball and football. My cock and balls grew almost unnoticed until I began to discover how wonderful they felt to fondle and play with. My imagination warmed with things I imagined sex to be and at night I would dream of sex and wake to find my bed wet with sticky boy semen.
But I was very shy. I turned thirteen and still had not even held a girl’s hand.
It was just after I turned thirteen that “it” happened for the first time.
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