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My older sister had married a handsome ex-navy guy called Chuck. That summer was the best time of my life. I needed to wear a jockstrap to keep them comfortable when playing sports. My turkey egg sized balls hung low in their hairy sack and swung to and fro when I walked in the nude. It’s foreskin easily retracted when I got hard to show a glistening purple cock head. My pubic hair was soft and blond and my uncut cock was already seven inches soft. When I reached eighteen, I was over six feet tall and only about one hundred and forty pounds in weight: kind of thin but very smooth. I thrilled at the speed at which my body began to develop. We took to walking in the woods together and, you know, one thing led to another. We played sports together and he took a real interest in me. The guy was a neighbor’s son who had just turned seventeen. My first real crush on a guy happened when I was fourteen. I loved seeing guys naked in the locker room and I soon learned that I was different and that I was gay.
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