As A Teen Boy I Had My Wet Dream Stimulant

The sixties were different. I have three brothers and we all shared a bedroom, in two sets of bunks. It was the era of Playboy and a friend of my father gave him a subscription to Playboy. Every month the untouched magazine sat on the side table for my father. After he read all the articles it was open season. The foldout ended up on the wall in our bedroom.

A friend of miner's father owned a mechanic shop. It was dirty and filthy and the guys that worked there had greasy dirty hands. The bathroom was just as bad. It was in all ways possible a man's workplace. And someone there left a magazine, in a foreign language. A magazine of naked men. And one picture was a an erect penis, in all it's glory. My friend showed it to me.

While my brothers dreamed of the Playmates pinned to the wall, I dreamed of that picture, that penis. I held it in my hands, licked it, sucked it. And when I woke up I had wet cum in my pants.