"No you don't know who you are David; you just try to fit in to pleaseother people's expectations. That is why you are not true to yourself"'What do y...u mean?' this lady was dancing around my innermost secret. 'Noone really knows who I am inside?'"A.. ha that is where you lack the courage to tell them the honesttruth."I crumbled at this point. Why? I don't know maybe it was the girl withinbut I really felt a need to share. 'I know who I am but because of myextra appendage everyone treats me as. Jenny’s parents were called, and they drove four hours into the West Virginia countryside to rescue them. Jenny went home, and Mr. Becker was taken to his car. He slept in the car overnight, and then drove to a lookout the next morning, where we found him waving to us. He told us the incredible story amid much laughter about his “new and improved” canoe.I continued working out and running and gained some muscle mass. By the end of the tenth grade, I was 5’10” and weighed 155 pounds, almost. “No more.” I helped her sit up. “Did you cum?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath. “Not yet.” I got onto my knees and slid up close to her and stroked my cock, making lines of pre-cum fly out in all direction. The feeling was almost unbearable, part pain, part pleasure. My impending orgasm quickly overwhelmed me. I yelled that I was going to cum and I felt my body tense and continued stroking my shaft hard and fast. I remember little of the next minute or two. I know that my release. “Handy,” I said, motioning to the bed. He laughed, and threw me down on it. I tore off his shirt, exposing his toned chest and stomach. I ran the ridges under my fingers, playing with his nipples. He gasped. “Ah, you like that do you?” I said, playing some more. He moaned into my neck as he kissed me, and pulled my shirt over my head. I undid his belt and pushed his jeans off him, and he rolled me over on top of him so he could do the same. Now it was just the think fabric of our underwear.