That was when Elizabeth happened to enter the room.

She stopped in amazement.

She knew about cocks and, vaguely, that boys jacked off, but she had never imagined that grown men played with their cocks. Charley, at twenty-two, seemed very adult to the girl. She held her breath and stood in the doorway, staring at his cock. His hand rose and fell and his cock got bigger and harder. As his fist came up, the foreskin curled behind the ledge of the cock knob and as his fist descended the skin drew tightly back so that the cockhead flared out in a vibrant slab of prickmeat.

Elizabeth was fascinated.

After a moment she realized that she was getting hot and wet between the legs.

Then her uncle opens his eyes and saw her standing there.

Elizabeth blushed deeply.

She expected Uncle Charley to be embarrassed, as well.

But Charley looked surprised for only a moment, and then he smiled his charming smile at the confused girl. His fist went down to the root of his fucker and stayed there, so that a good five inches of intriguing cockshaft stuck up from his hand.

Elizabeth stared at his big prick.

Uncle Charley let her look.

Then he said: "Why don't you come a little closer, Elizabeth – if you want to look at my cock."

Elizabeth felt as if she were hypnotized. Her legs moved of their own accord, dreamlike, and she found herself moving over to the couch without consciously willing herself to do so. She stood beside him, looking down.

"Have you ever seen a hard cock before?" he asked.

"N-no," she murmured.

"Do you like it?"

She nodded slowly, frightened but, at the same time, intrigued.

"Do you know what I was doing?"

"You were jerking off, I guess," she whispered. She had never spoken that term aloud before.

"That's right. Do you know why men jerk off?"