But it never stopped me from dressing or exploring my sexuality.Now my first sexual experience outside of playing with myself, happened when I was 8 a...d a boy from the Jr. High School and his friend tricked me into following them into an alley, where they had told me a motorcycle was that was similar to the one my father had given me for Christmas the year before. (I know I'm a big fish and fell for it hook line and sinker)The older boy and his friend both threatened to beat me up if i didn't. Jim reached over and took Rodge's cock in hishand. The pure weight of it was more than Jim thought it would be, hejust watched as the urine poured out the tip, his tongue flicked againsthis lower lip and he let out a moan as his cock now stood at fullattention. As the flow stopped, Jim didn't want to let go. "I thought youwould like that, why don't you join me in the stall over here and we canput that open mouth of yours to good use."Jim let go and looked over at Rodge, not knowing what to say,. During these times he would put a single finger between her pudgy bowed legs, touching her tiny, hidden pussy, massaging the lips and exploring unbelievable softness. At times he wold caress her soft, tender ass, open it. His finger would probe wonderingly at the impossibly small hole, never going inside, only touching it longingly. His fingers would spread her open and look at the wonderous contrast of pale brown lips and bright pink hole, or the pinprick of darkness that was her ass hole,. She had me rub against her ass, which was almost as good.”“Should I be hearing this conversation?” Mark asked. “It seems kind of private, you know?”“Oh, pay us no mind, Mark. We love porn. We watch it most nights to help get our motors revved up, you know?” Mary Kaye laughed and gave his knee a light squeeze.“Nothing wrong with that,” Mark replied. “I’ve seen one of her pictures.”“And?” Mary Kaye laughed, and verbally pushed him into a corner. He was going to talk about porn whether he wanted.