My Tales from the Road

The Editor recently mentioned "observation."


  My grandparents had a travel trailer and would invite me to go on road trips with them. I developed my skills of "observation" in the shower rooms of campgrounds. By the time I was a young jacker I couldn't stand the sight of naked adult men. I was more drawn toward guys my own age. However, it was pretty sure that my peers could tell when I was peeping at them. That was a danger that had to be avoided.

My most enjoyable sights were the small lads who were nowhere near spermarche, simply washing their young genitals with absolutely no worries. The spirit of casual nudity that disappeared from PE showers still lives to a certain extent in the showers at RV camps.


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