Introduction I liked Mr Dickson, he was always nice to me. He lived on my paper round route and he always talked to me if he saw me. He was often at the park where I played football too, and cheered me on. My Dad disappeared a few years ago and I had no uncles living near me, so it was nice to have somebody interested in me and what I did. He used to ask me about school and even girlfriends, but I was not really interested in girls yet, just cars and football. He had a real nice BMW Z3, silver, real cool car. He was like middle 40’s I guessed, maybe a bit older. He might have been fit once but he had a bit of a belly now, not huge though, and he was like about 6 foot tall with black and grey hair and a big chest and shoulders. He sort of looked a comfortable guy, and I liked him, like a sort of grand dad I didn’t have. He lived on his own, and I didn’t know if his wife had died or left him like my Dad left my Mum. I was starting to get real interested in sex. I knew all about it and wanked off quite a lot. I didn’t know much about dealing with girls though so it was just me and my hand. Sometimes it was at home but sometimes it was in toilets. In a few of them there were pictures and writing on the walls, and I would look at the pictures or read the stories and wank off. Some of them were about guys and their girlfriends, and some was about guys with guys. It didn’t matter to me, they both got me horny when I read it. In a couple of toilets there were small holes in the walls, and I had seen guys wanking off through them. Their dicks were like huge compared to mine I thought, and they had loads of hair round them and on their balls but I had no hair in my balls and not much by my dick. I guessed it would grow in time though. I’m like not stupid. Some times Mr Dickson would pick me up in his car when I was walking home from school. That was neat, to ride in that car, awesome, and it got my mates jealous. I liked that cos most of the time I never had much to brag about. …the next moment changed everything
