IT was summer and I was 14…

I would ride my bike down to a local lake that my friend’s grandfather owned every day. We would go fishing there since it was a nice private spot. I was 14, and jerking off 3 times a day at the point. Any time I was alone, I would whip it out and rub one out.

I parked my bike down the hill by the lake and was just hanging out. The property owner’s neighbor came by, who I had met before. He was 10, and pretty dorky looking. Very pale and curly hair. He would ask hundreds of questions every time he came by. This time though, the questions were interesting…

He started by asking if I had a girlfriend. I said yes (in fact I did). He asked if she had just a “patch of hair” down there instead of a “weiner”. I told him all girls have that, and asked why he was asking.