Realising you are becoming a queer boy.........
I remember the first time I knew it was wrong to look - I was about ten years old and I was sitting on a wall looking at a football match with my friend. It was a winter evening, light fading, misty and cold.
The match ended and the guys stripped off - there were no showers or locker rooms in that field back then - they were naked and sweating. I still remember one huge guy - he was probably in his late teens.
He was hairy and muscular, with a long elephant's trunk hanging down between his legs. I was entranced. My prick was like steel, aching.
"Don't stare at the guys when they are naked" my friend said to me - "men don't like it if you stare at them, they will call you a queer"
I learned then to keep my eyes under control and to be careful not to display an erection when I was around older guys........
The match ended and the guys stripped off - there were no showers or locker rooms in that field back then - they were naked and sweating. I still remember one huge guy - he was probably in his late teens.
He was hairy and muscular, with a long elephant's trunk hanging down between his legs. I was entranced. My prick was like steel, aching.
"Don't stare at the guys when they are naked" my friend said to me - "men don't like it if you stare at them, they will call you a queer"
I learned then to keep my eyes under control and to be careful not to display an erection when I was around older guys........
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