"I had been there for a couple of hours by this time, and I told him that I had to be getting home. We got dressed and left his apartment. He drove me to within two blocks of my house. As I got out of the car, he pressed a ten dollar bill into my hand, and then he was gone. It was the last time I saw Ben, but the memory of what we did was to live forever inside me.
"Before my experience with Ben, I had never known the meaning of the words "come" or "jerking off." Afterwards, however, I would spend time in my bedroom every night, playing with my c**k, rubbing it up and down until I shook with the pleasure. After about three months of jerking off I began shooting cream, which I would catch in my hand and then lick off.
"My mother was killed in a car crash when I was eighteen, but the memor
