When I was in 1st grade, my dad signed us up for Indian Guides. It was sort of like Boy Scouts, without the quasi-military overtones. We were in the Shoshone tribe, with a bunch of other boys from my school and their fathers. We would all meet at a tribe member's house once every other week, and go camping twice a year.
The highlight for me was after camping: Dad and I would go home and shower together. This was the first time I remember seeing an adult's penis. Most of the time, he faced away from me, and I had not yet come to appreciate a beautiful ass. But, now and then I would catch a glimpse of his hairy uncircumcised dick. I never saw it with the skin pulled back. But, to this day, I have a strong attraction to uncut guys.
We graduated from Indian Guides at the end of 3rd grade. From then until I finished 6th grade, we were in Trail-Blazers. The routine was pretty much the same, except that camping here included horseback riding. I remember my best friend Steve, some other guys and I would get into pissing contests while out hiking, to see who could piss the furthest from the top of a tall cliff. Steve usually won. But I digress, back to the story.
Adolescence
When I was 12, my parents divorced. Needless to say, it was very painful for all of us. I began to overeat and I blew up into a very unattractive kid. I was also starting to get pubic hair and I was exploring masturbation, which my buddy Steve had taught me about. One day, I was at my dad's new apartment reading that awful book, Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex but were afraid to ask. My dad saw me reading it and asked me if I had any questions about sex. I asked him about sperm, wet dreams, and when he had last had one. He replied, "About a year ago." Then I asked him about penis size, and he told me every guy was different, but that the size of someone's penis was not important. Then, I worked up my courage and asked him about his dick: how big was it when hard? He held up his fingers and indicated about seven inches, "About this big." I was, by this time, very nervous. I wanted to ask him to take it out and show me, but I chickened out.
The highlight for me was after camping: Dad and I would go home and shower together. This was the first time I remember seeing an adult's penis. Most of the time, he faced away from me, and I had not yet come to appreciate a beautiful ass. But, now and then I would catch a glimpse of his hairy uncircumcised dick. I never saw it with the skin pulled back. But, to this day, I have a strong attraction to uncut guys.
We graduated from Indian Guides at the end of 3rd grade. From then until I finished 6th grade, we were in Trail-Blazers. The routine was pretty much the same, except that camping here included horseback riding. I remember my best friend Steve, some other guys and I would get into pissing contests while out hiking, to see who could piss the furthest from the top of a tall cliff. Steve usually won. But I digress, back to the story.
Adolescence
When I was 12, my parents divorced. Needless to say, it was very painful for all of us. I began to overeat and I blew up into a very unattractive kid. I was also starting to get pubic hair and I was exploring masturbation, which my buddy Steve had taught me about. One day, I was at my dad's new apartment reading that awful book, Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex but were afraid to ask. My dad saw me reading it and asked me if I had any questions about sex. I asked him about sperm, wet dreams, and when he had last had one. He replied, "About a year ago." Then I asked him about penis size, and he told me every guy was different, but that the size of someone's penis was not important. Then, I worked up my courage and asked him about his dick: how big was it when hard? He held up his fingers and indicated about seven inches, "About this big." I was, by this time, very nervous. I wanted to ask him to take it out and show me, but I chickened out.