When I was fourteen I used to slather clover honey on my hardons and let my dog lick it off.
I also stole a pair of my little sister's panties and hid them in my room to jerk off with at night. One of my male cousins found them during a sleepover and blackmailed me out of my Super Nintendo over them.
After I gave him my SNES and all of my games to go with it, he still told his mom on me and my aunt called my mom and before you knew it, I was in therapy.
The clinical psychologist tried to convince me that my dad had molested me as a child. It was bullshit. But the more I said it never happened, the more he tried to convince me and my mother it had.
Repressed memories my ass.

Anyway, most of my life my cock has been more trouble than its worth. Whenever its hard I seem to do stupid shit I end up regretting and paying for later. Sometimes I wish I could just live my life with no sex drive at all.