Chapter 2
Chapter 2
As I grew older, my little soldier stood at attention more and more, or maybe I just noticed it more. Along about the time I was turning twelve years old, there was a different feeling down there, like some kind of itch or urging that wouldn’t go away. It was like my little soldier was just begging to be touched and petted kind of the way a dog likes to be petted. Now, at first, I was a little hesitant because we had basically been taught that the only time you were supposed to touch it was to wash it or to hold it while you pee, but it seemed like I couldn’t keep my hands off it, and I knew that Teddy had been touching his for quite a while. Maybe he thought I was asleep, or I didn’t know what he was doing, but I knew he was touching his little soldier too.
One nigh
