Curious George

When I was a boy, maybe around 14 or 15, I found a book under my parents bed while snooping around. The book was of all sorts of erotic stories, and I found myself loving the book. I masturbated frequently, as any young man does, and this book became one of my favorite things to masturbate too. I could only use the book while my parents weren’t home, being that I had to go into their room to get it, and I feared being found looking for the book under their bed. After a few weeks, I had finished all of the stories, and read through them all a couple of times. When my parents were out for the day, my mom shopping and my dad at work, I made my way into their room, and got on my knees next to the bed. I found the book, and moved some stuff around to see if maybe I could find another. I found a shoe box, non-descript, just sitting there, so I pulled it out. I opened the lid and found, to my surprise, 2 dildos, one slender and green, and a white one with much more girth. Along with the dildo’s I found some lube, massage oil, and a little pink vibrator on a long cord. I had never seen a dildo in person before, I had seen them on the internet, or in porn videos, but never in person. I picked the green one out of the box and held it in both hands. It was about 7 inches long, and about as thick as a broomstick. I had never had gay fantasies before, or any gay thoughts, but when I held this dildo in my hand, my mind began to race. I thought of what it would feel like in my butt, and if it would hurt. I wondered if I would like it, and if liking it would make me gay. I put my doubts aside and decided to try my luck with the dildo.