She unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down to my feet. I’m stood there now in just my boxers, a large pronounced ridge pushing against the material....I admire her cherry couloured nail polish as her hand massages me.“What have we got here then? Can I touch it, Jez? Can I pull these boxer’s down and see your cock?”I tell her to get on with it, anybody could come along.“Don’t rush me, Jez, this is a special moment. I’ve never seen a white cock in the flesh before, yours is the first.”She slowly. She sometimes asks me, ‘Do I know you?’ I tell her I’m her husband and she tells me she’s too young to be married. She’s only twelve, after all. Those are the good days. She’s like a zombie on the others—totally unresponsive. Those are the days when I pray I’d had the courage to kill her…to strangle the life from her body just so she’d be free of this.’ ‘What about you? Wouldn’t you be free, too?’ ‘Me? No…I’ll never be free. This will haunt me until the day I die. I went home after seeing her. We pulled up to this huge truck stop, there had to be over 100 trucks here. I have to admit I got out of the truck a little slow as I watched her ass as she climbed out of the cab. I left my backpack in the truck till after we got some food. We walked over towards a series of restaurants, she turned and looked at me. ‘Well kid what kind of food are you in the mood for? as she waved her hand across the front of the building that was easily a block long. I told her, ‘I’m buying you pick.’ she. We dried off in the sun as he held each other and kissed, running our hands around each other. As expected, my cock was also pushing against her rather insistently and she pulled back, looked down and said, "Are you going to be like this now all the time?"Good question. Boys do get hard-ons, that's a fact of life in nudism but they don't walk around with them all day and all night. People understand that it's a natural thing, but mine seemed to now be on 'permanent hard.'"Well, I think I can.