I saw my first erect cock before I saw my first pussy. I guess that's not normal – most men never see an erect cock besides their own. I was young, about 8 or 9. Me and my younger brother were at the beach down the avenue from our house and climbing around one of those open brick bathrooms with the walls that didn't go all the way to the eaves.
Inside one of the stainless-steel stalls – which had no door – was a kid, maybe 14 or 15, with his pants around his ankles and an enormous erection.
This kid was kinda dopey, maybe he was retarded a little. And his penis was huge, almost a foot long and its girth was almost 3 inches across. It was too big. He was stroking it as he sat on the toilet. This was not just a penis. This was a cock.
I was just starting to figure out that my penis felt good. I wasn't yet old enough to be grossed out by a naked body yet, either girl's or boy's, and this young teenager wasn't particularly threatening. I seem to remember he had light pubic hair, the thin soft patch that hadn't yet gotten tangly or burly.
He saw us climbing on the walls, and showed us what was going on. He started stroking himself, and asked us if we would to it for him.
We didn't want to. We asked him if he could touch it with his mouth. He showed us that he could. He was that long. But he wanted us to come in – he didn't want to do it, he wanted us to.
At that point I didn't know what would happen with that cock. I simply knew I had no curiosity and a little trepidation over strangers, and didn't want to have to start something I didn't know how to finish. And if it would change my orientation somehow, which wasn't yet codified or really decided yet.
This young boy probably had experiences with that large cock, with his (perhaps) diminished state, with other, older people I could never understand.
But I knew that even if he would have enjoyed me joining him, I wouldn't particularly have. And that was somehow important to me to be a participant, not a conduit to the activity.
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