I began to notice other males and their cocks when in situations I could see them. Changing rooms at public swiming pools, the same location showers,...or just taking a piss in the woods. Anyway, I was not abused as a person that age, indeed, I was the agressor.First it was my playmates and then older boys in the neighborhood. I was just plain fascinated with looking at cocks and their differences. I am cut, others were not. The first cock other than mine that I touched was that of my older. Even on the awkward topic of coping with an amorous son her cultured tone drained the topic of any shame."It's about maintaining your respect and their obedience Margot," Iris was saying calmly, "And you will surely lose that if he thinks he's in love with you Margot?"Iris clearly realised I was in an affair with Guy and responding to her logic, I said sheepishly, "Oh ... I see."And then needing Iris to understand, I confessed weakly, "I had wondered why he'd been so difficult with me lately. I was having an awful time, and if I didn't leave then, I would miss the last subway train and have to take a $50 cab ride home. So I said goodbye to my friends, and caught the very last train home.The subway ride from the club was going to be around 40 minutes. At first, the car was pretty full, there were even a few people standing. But as we headed further and further away from downtown, the car emptied out, until there was just me, and a beautiful brunette sitting across from me.The. " Well, I can't carry my big suitcase anymore. That's weird. I'm weakerthan I was. By a lot. I have new societal norms to live up to likewearing a top to a bathing suit, shaving my legs and armpits. I lost allmy favorite clothes, well most of them, because they don't fit anymore orjust don't look good on me. I can't pee in an ally anymore, I don't know,I just lost lots of guy stuff. Not all of it matters, but when you'reused to something...I guess it's just hard." And what do you think.