When young I lived in a farming community where there was a lot of sex among the under-aged kids and my mother used to take special pains warning me about "getting involved." "Kid's don't have all their marbles, yet," She said, more than once. The temptation was always there. We were 14 and my best friend, Freddy, was always sexually active with girls, even much older ones. He was a gaunt kid with a cock that was never soft, not even in the classroom, where he often played with it, saying that the day would come when he would fuck all the young teachers, even the married ones.

One time, Freddy's father, whose wife had passed when she was fairly young, was headed for the produce market delivering produce and Freddy invited me over. His two female cousins, 12 and 13, had come around and remained while their father had joined his brother and they had gone off to the market, a couple of hours away.

Freddy immediately had the girls remove their little pants and started playing with their pussies while they laughed and giggled. He said to me, "They really fuck good, give it a try" and began to fuck them both, taking turns. One of the girls said to me, "Aw, come on, don't be a party-pooper," while she fucked herself with a big cucumber, watching Freddy do her sister. Then, when Freddy started in on her, she handed the cucumber to her little sister to watch and to help herself. The little sister looked at me and said, "Come on, stick it in, I want it real bad." It reminded me of a little girl asking for a lollipop.

I can't sit here writing this and say that I was not tempted. I felt I would lose my mind, I was so granite-hard horny for those little girls with what seemed to be huge, welcoming snatches, but I refused to do anything about it. I saw that they were hairless, flat-chested and really still children.

Even at 14 and a horny male virgin, bobbing around like a cork at sea in a stream of endless hormones, there was a threshold for me. I went home and masturbated numerous times, recalling the little girls as they took Freddy doggy and every which way, crying out, "So fucking good, Freddy, don't stop, don't stop," and moaning. Now in my room, I fired off what seemed to be pints of semen into a towel that quickly became saturated with sperm.

In later months I heard that the word got around on Freddy's antics and he was taken away by some kind of authority. After that, I never saw Freddy again, not in or out of school. Frightened by the news, I never inquired or went anywhere near Freddy's house.