My group had been camping together for about a year, not very often, maybe once a month. My tent mate was Robby and he had a lot more cock hair than me. After a few times sleeping together, we were showing each other our boners. He would let me pull his bushy cock hair while he jerked off. It was really exciting for me when some of his spunk hit my hand. There were usually three adult fathers on a trip and they always slept in a fancy tent by themselves. One time Robbies father was one of the dads. I didn’t know him at all since he had never been one of the volunteers before. After lunch on Sa… 続きを読む

When I was growing up in Kansas in the 1950s and 1960s, I discovered the special restroom in the city park near my parents house. I would ride my bicycle over to the park in the afternoons or on Sunday morning when I knew it would be busy. I liked to go in and say hi to any men that were in there. I was always the only boy. It made me feel special and excited, after I learned that they liked to watch me play with myself. I would go to the last stall, there were six, and go in and stand on the toilet lid and pull my pants down and begin to masterbate. The old men would stand around the open sta… 続きを読む