I enjoy playing with myself, and started doing it quite often. They all thought I was weird, and so did I. We were all 11 at the time so what did we k...ow? Life went on and I was happy as could be. I spent my time out of school with my friends, usually just hanging out and doing whatever, and every night I would play with myself. I was discovering what felt good. Only a few times did I make it to an orgasm and it was exhilarating. The first time I ejaculated I was frightened. I thought something. Nonetheless, I climbed to my feet and managed to cross the short distance over to where Talia was laying beside my wife. “Get up,” I commanded. She obeyed. “Turn around.” Talia obediently spun away from me, presenting me with a breathtaking view of her nice, firm butt. I playfully shoved her forward, bending her over the backrest of the couch. The shape of her pussy was clearly visible through the fabric of her thong underwear. I took a step forward, so that my naked erection was rubbing. He settled there for a time. He had a bank account he had kept carefully hidden from Mary and the others not trusting any of them fully. The small town feel seemed so different from the sights and smell he was accustomed to in the big city that he had lived in for so long. He decided to keep off the grid for a time. Taking up a name that he had not used for a long time he began using to disguise himself for none of his enemies knew him by it. Distant memories from the past flooded back. Aware of the framed photos of handsome boys–prom dates perhaps–and smiling parents posed in a suburban living room. Aware of the girl-things scattered about with abandon–cotton panties, a sheer bra, fluffy pink bunny slippers, a tortoise shell cosmetics compact, and white plastic disk of birth control pills.Something about the sum of all these parts re-kindles my sexual longing. I look down to find an erection throbbing against my jeans. Marie sees it as well, and as she completes the last bar.