But I hold to the view of Doctor Stevenson who ridicules this view. After all, he argues, all boys play with themselves and this practice has no bearing upon the ability to reach a ripe old age. What harm can there be in self-stimulation of the prick-or, come to that, the cunney? Certainly, no-one ever caught an unwanted infection through tossing off, and no lady ever suffered an unwanted swollen belly through finger fucking.

But to return to my narrative-I sneaked back into my own room still clutching the towel, locked the door and threw off all my clothes. I wrapped the still-damp towel around my semi-erect cock and within seconds it stood upright again amidst the tiny first sprouts of pubic hair. Carefully, I rolled back the foreskin from the swollen red dome and manipulated the shaft up and down in my cupped hand, unwittingly mimicking the sliding of the prick through the cunney lips into the juicy lovechannel of the cunt. I closed my eyes and in my imagination saw again Mrs. Radlett's enormous naked titties and I thought how wonderful it would be to place my prick between them. At that age of course, it takes only the merest stimulation to spend, and all too soon I felt the boiling of the spunk in my tight little balls and the frothy jet of white spunk fairly flew out the top of my cock in a miniature white fountain. I gasped with delight as my first real spend cascaded out of my pulsating prick. I mopped up as best I could the spunk from the eiderdown and placed the damp towel in the dirty linen basket. After that first encounter with some of the more intimate parts of the female body, life became somewhat more mundane. The next interesting extract from my private diary comes when I was at a more advanced age of sexual awareness-fourteen. By now I was fully aware of the pubertal happenings that my body had undergone.

I had grown quite tall for a chap of my age. In fact, I was the tallest in my class and also the most well developed.