Love Solo Touch
When I was ten, I saw my friends bicycle outside of a barn on the neighbouring farm (they lived and worked in the city and only came to the farm about twice a month, on week-ends). I opened the door and there he was (five years older than me) at the point of no return. The expression on his face and the moans and grunts he was making, I thought something was wrong with him, when at that time, he shot a stream of white liquid about two feet. I just stood there when he realized I had seen him, and he told me what he was doing. I hadn't heard about J.O. yet. He told me about the feeling and that I would be able to do that in about two years or maybe sooner. From then on, I would want to see a repeat performance and he would have me hold up on his balls while he masturbated. I thought his penis was the biggest thing I had ever seen. Well, I didn't ejaculate in two years, but as a late bloomer, I was past fourteen, but believe me I have made up for it since, even while I was married, I'm a widower. I have some more good stories to tell you which will follow soon.