It was no big deal. I'm pretty sure that most kids my age have tried alcohol. I liked it better than smoking. But I didn't actually like it all that m...ch either. I decided that I'd rather leave it than take it. I don't use drugs. I smoked pot a couple of times. It was fun. But it was even harder than smoking cigarettes and it was so damned expensive!The things I did were just silly kid things. I didn't steal. I didn't do anything to hurt people. I had some friends that were borderline criminals. That morning in the change room as we putting on our swimming trunks, there wasn’t a single pair of eyes not focussed on Percy’s dick as he removed his underpants. If one were to refer to a guy’s penis as a tool, then Percy was endowed with the entire toolbox. There was a universal look of astonishment in the room, as the boys literally gawked at Percy’s unbelievably huge uncut knob.Another surprise followed, albeit a smaller one, when we got into the pool later. Percy was actually a good. Soon there was sounds of the wife moaning. Eating his fill of the stew he got up to leave and was curious about the moaning. "If he had lost his ability to prick his wife, how was he making her moan?" Looking inside the tent briefly he discovered her on her back legs up and snatch spread wide with her hubby licking his sperm from her! Both were having a wonderful meal. "Well," Simon thought, " at least he got to eat a hearty meal just as I did". Returning to camp he found that orders were to. “Good for you,” she said, “because this is my gym. This is all mine until I’m done pumping iron. And I’m never done pumping iron.”I grabbed a bottle of green sports drink from the fridge, and headed back toward the door. “They’re just gym muscles anyway,” I muttered. “You ain’t putting up four-fifty.”In a heartbeat, she was standing between me and the door, all four foot six of her. And she looked pissed. “What the fuck did you say?” she demanded.“Those are just gym muscles you got, right?” I.