Jack
When I was fourteen I was pretty naïve. I had been jerking off for a few years by then, but all my fantasy material came from purloined copies of old men's magazines. They weren't all that good in those days. All the really important stuff was left to the imagination. I was the youngest of four kids in my family. I had two older brothers and a sister. My brothers had gone to California to work that summer. I had a friend, Jack, who lived down the street. We went to school together and...