Date: Tue, 07 Feb 2023 16:36:23 +0000
From: RA Coole <racoole@proton.me>
Subject: The Sixties Explorers Chapter 1 (bisexual young-friends)

This is a story about a group of young friends growing up and finding out
all about sex during the nineteen-sixties.  This was way before computers
and the internet and reliable information back then was generally difficult
to find.  A lot of what we learned was picked up from other kids in the
playground and a lot of it was crazily inaccurate.  I hope that people who
grew up back then will be able to identify with what they read and that
younger readers amongst you will enjoy it too despite feeling that it's
ancient history.

I will be posting future chapters quite regularly.  Please do drop me a
line if you enjoy my story - racoole@proton.me.  Oh, and to help
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The Sixties Sexplorers
Chapter One

On a hot August day in 1966, the tall skinny figure of a sixteen year old
boy emerged from a Cotswold stone house. Pushing back the lick of dark
brown hair from his forehead, he shielded his eyes against the glare of the
sun and looked across to the line of trees, which followed the bend in the
lane. As he had already suspected, there was not a breath of wind in the
air and he knew that the four-mile bike ride from his home in Doctor
Green's Lane, a few miles from the market town of Melvesham, was going to
be a warm one.

Crossing to where his gleaming aluminium sports cycle was propped against
the garage door, he fastened the bulging overnight bag that he had been
carrying to the small rack behind the saddle. Then, after pushing the
bicycle down the drive and negotiating the front gate, he mounted and was
off.

Toby Adamson was bound for the tiny Gloucestershire hamlet of Northolt, or
more accurately, for a brand new ranch-style bungalow that lay on its
outskirts. This was the new home of the Stevenson family and he was looking
forward to spending a few days there with keen anticipation.  He had been
saddened at the beginning of the long summer holiday when his closest
school friend Andrew and his family had finally moved away from Doctor
Green's Lane, where they had been near neighbours since they were eleven
years old. He was, however, beginning to see that there would be certain
compensations. Overnight stays, swims in the sparkling new swimming pool
beside the house and perhaps the chance to see Andrew's pretty blonde twin
sister Natasha in a bikini. Grinning to himself at that particular
prospect, Toby began to pedal slightly faster.

As he bowled along the main road with the summer traffic rushing past him,
everyone seemingly intent on reaching their destinations in the shortest
possible time, Toby's mind wandered idly back in time.  Back to the early
days of his friendship with Andrew and Natasha, a friendship which began
when they met each other in the Kindergarten of Lane House School in
Melvesham, a private school founded shortly after the end of the second
world war to take care of the educational needs of the children of the
middle classes.

Lane House, with its high ceilings, polished wood floors, rickety
staircases and the perennial smell of cabbage wafting gently from the
direction of the school kitchens. It held fond memories for Toby, with its
small classes and friendly atmosphere. How very different from the ancient
King Henry's College in the city, the secondary school that he now
attended. He sighed. It seemed such a long time since he and the twins had
all been together at Lane House. Toby frowned as he tried to recall his
earliest memories of school life. It was not easy.  The only one that came
immediately to mind was the story, which his mother trotted out to friends
with monotonous regularity, of his first day at school.  Aged
five-and-a-bit, Toby had been duly enrolled at Lane House School and let
loose on an unsuspecting world. Dressed neatly in shorts of grey, a white
cotton shirt and a maroon bow tie, he had followed his mother obediently
through the school gates. He looked with interest at the wood-panelled
entrance and smiled hesitantly at the headmistress as she greeted him in
her study. He was intrigued by all the other children, both big and small,
who were milling around. He was appalled when he realised that his mother
intended to go away and leave him there. He cried. He pleaded. All was to
no avail.  Mary Adamson, tears in her eyes, waved goodbye to her beloved
child, a forlorn figure, holding the hand of his form mistress.

Yes, I had quite a nice day thank you.' he had said when collected that
afternoon. 'But I don't think I'll bother to go again.'

Toby snorted with laughter, wondering for the umpteenth time whether he had
really said that, or whether the story was in fact apocryphal. When had he
formed a special friendship with Andrew?  Had it been during the first
term? Toby shook his head and then suddenly his memory cleared.  No, of
course not.  How could he have forgotten? It had been during the summer
term, on that awful day when he had been caught using the headmistress's
bathroom by that dreadful boy Basil Farlington.  Basil, the school
bully. Toby suppressed a shudder at the thought. People like Basil
Farlington should be murdered in the cradle, he thought to himself
firmly. But then perhaps not......for had it not been for his chance
encounter with Basil, he would never have confided so intimately with
Andrew and maybe today their remarkable friendship would not have existed
on the same plane at all.

Lane House School, for all its familiar atmosphere and charm, was an
establishment sadly lacking in even the most basic amenities. Situated as
it was in an ancient private house in the middle of the Cotswold market
town, its facilities barely provided for the needs of its sixty pupils.
Its classrooms were scattered in higgledy-piggledy fashion throughout the
building, interspersed amongst the headmistresses own private living
quarters. Virtually everything seemed to be in short supply, even toilets.
As the intake of pupils increased steadily with each year that passed, the
headmistress had been eventually forced to address this particular
problem. She did so by decreeing that as a special privilege, pupils in the
Top Form of the school would henceforth be permitted the use of her own
private bathroom.  She was quite specific that this permission was only
extended to members of the Top Form.  Thus when Toby Adamson slipped
unobtrusively into the apartment one day during his final term in
kindergarten to answer an urgent call of nature, he was well aware that he
was transgressing.  In fact all might have been well had it not been that
the lock on the bathroom door had not worked properly for several
years. Consequently Basil Farlington walked into the room unhindered and
caught young Toby, red-handed, so to speak!

'Oh ho!' he had exclaimed ominously. 'What have we here? A little-un using
the head's bathroom, eh?  Don't you know that's against the rules,
little-un?'

Toby had shivered in horror when he realised that he had been caught by the
hateful Basil. However, if being discovered was bad enough, what was to
follow was even worse.

'I think I'll have to report you for this.' said the bully in ominous
tones. 'You'll get into rare trouble you know.'

His lower lip trembling and his eyes filled with tears, the young
kindergarten pupil began to beg with the older boy, pleading that he should
not be betrayed. Basil appeared to give the entreaties consideration and
then, at last, a sly look passed across his florid features.

'I tell you what then,' he offered generously, 'I'll let you off if you'll
show me your willy.'

Toby remembered that he had been horrified by the suggestion.  Back then he
was a shy little boy, intensely modest owing to his upbringing.  Mary and
Charles Adamson were very private people and their son never saw them
naked. Toby had been brought up to respect such privacy and to him it
seemed perfectly right and proper. Basil's suggestion had scandalised
him. He had made vague excuses and protests which were sneered at by the
bully, who declared that in that case, if he was not prepared to
co-operate, they had better go directly to the headmistresses study.
Weighing up the alternatives, the terrified Toby had, at that point,
decided that perhaps Basil's wicked offer was the lesser of two evils after
all.  He reluctantly raised up the leg of his shorts and drew aside his
pants to allow inspection of his most private possession. Basil had seemed
more than somewhat disappointed by what he saw.

'Oh, it's tiny.' he cried disparagingly, 'You'd better grow yourself a
decent one, little-un.  A proper willy like mine.'

With that the older boy had undone his shorts and pulled down his pants to
proudly reveal his own set of equipment. Toby had looked at it with awe and
horror. In addition to being considerably better blessed than his young
victim, Basil was also circumcised. So gazing at the red angry-looking
object before him, Toby not only felt hopelessly inadequate in comparison,
but instantly decided that he himself must be deformed in some way. Basil
was so full of haughty confidence that the youngster was certain that he
was right in his deduction.  Lowering the leg of his shorts in abject
shame, he scuttled from the room with unkind laughter ringing in his ears.

Luckily he ran slap-bang into a classmate Andrew Stevenson who happened to
be walking along the pssage at that moment. Andrew was immediately struck
by Toby's obvious distress and in the capable way which he had about him,
even at that early age, he had set about calming poor Toby down. Such was
the confidence that he inspired that the unhappy youngster blurted out the
whole story, even down to his misgivings about his intimate anatomy. Andrew
was highly intrigued by this particular part of the confession because he,
too, was unfamiliar with circumcision. Toby, still extremely upset by the
incident, was insistent that he had something the matter with himself.  He
refused to be reassured until finally Andrew, (who came from an open,
happy, family where communal nakedness at bath times was the norm and who
had, moreover, often shared a toilet bowl with one or more class-mates,)
led his worried friend to a quiet corner, hitched up the leg of his own
shorts and showed Toby that he was indeed far from abnormal. Relief flooded
through every fibre of young Toby Adamson's being and from that moment a
special friendship was born.

As he cycled round a curve in the road and changed into first gear to
tackle the hill that lay before him, Toby grinned fondly at the memory of
their conversation which stood out as clearly as it might have done had the
incident only happened the previous day. He still remembered the amazement
that he had felt when Andrew so casually revealed himself and the instant
alleviation of panic which had taken place the moment that he has seen a
penis so like his own. He chuckled to himself when he also recalled the
subsequent occasion when Andrew had cajoled him into visiting the toilet
with him and another friend, in order that he should receive additional
assurance that he was by no means unique.

Actually, after those early days, except for the usual sort of casual
personal exploration, which Toby indulged in occasionally when in the
privacy of his bedroom, it was not until the summer after his tenth
birthday that he was to experience something which fully awakened his
interest in sexual matters. Something which subsequently caused that
interest to blossom into the magnificent obsession that it seems to be with
most virile horny males.

Before their move to Doctor Green's Lane, which took place a short while
before Toby's eleventh birthday, the Adamson family lived on a modern
post-war estate in Melvesham.  Next door to them were the Waite family, who
had an only daughter named Jean. For her tenth birthday Jean had received a
little `nurses set' and as a result Toby was unknowingly destined to become
her favourite patient. Indeed, initially he protested vehemently against
becoming involved in what he considered to be a distinctly unmanly pursuit.
In the end, however, Toby was to weaken, mainly because he had been given a
small tent for his own birthday and having put it up at the bottom of the
garden one pleasant summer afternoon, he found himself at a loss as to what
to do with it next. Jean happened to turn up at just the right moment and
cunningly suggested that it would make a perfect `field hospital' for
treating `wounded soldiers'. Toby fell for the ploy hook, line and sinker.

The early stage of the game consisted in having his arms and legs bandaged
up, which seemed like a fairly harmless procedure. Harmless and also
boring, both to the nurse and her patient. Thus when Jean asked Toby if he
fancied playing the part of a badly wounded soldier who had fallen over the
side of a cliff, the idea caught his imagination at once and he readily
agreed.  Playing his part with gusto, groaning and crying out in simulated
pain, the wounded hero allowed himself to be examined by Nurse Jean. When
she gently began to remove his tattered uniform (in reality a tee shirt and
a pair or brand-new blue cord dungarees), he assisted her by rolling this
way and that in apparent great agony as he was undressed. Finally Jean was
down to his underpants and after only a moment of hesitation she began to
ease them off. Toby's initial reaction was to call a halt to the
proceedings, but for some reason that he could not quite fathom out, he
didn't and shortly afterwards he found himself lying naked on the blanket
which served as a floor to the tent. The nurse eyed him with evident
interest and hastily he rolled over onto his tummy.  Jean collected up her
`instruments' which consisted mainly of a toy stethoscope, a kitchen
spatula and various bottles and jars. She then proceeded to examine her
patient tenderly, feeling for broken bones.

'Will you turn over now soldier?'  she asked eventually.  'I must examine
your front and listen to your heart.'

Their eyes met for a few moments and then, reluctantly, Toby turned over
and. lay on his back. Jean examined him with equal care, listening to his
heart through her stethoscope. Gradually she worked down his body, pressing
tenderly as she went and finally arrived at his groin.

'Is there anything wrong here, soldier?' she asked, evidently unsure of how
far she dared go.

Her hands hovered but did not touch. Once more they looked at each other.
Jean, her pretty round face framed by dark curly hair, smiled
uncertainly. Toby gazed into her innocent brown eyes and was lost.
Suddenly he wanted more than anything in the world for her to touch him in
that private place.

'Oh nurse,' he groaned pitifully, hiding behind the part that he was
playing, 'I hurt so much, I think there must be.'

'Perhaps you're bruised.' suggested the nurse, also retreating into the
safe neutrality of the game.  'What hurts exactly?'

'I'm not sure really,' replied the soldier.  'Perhaps if you examine it
you'll be able to tell.'

They looked at each other fleetingly.  Each of them understood.  The
decision had been made, the die cast.  Lowering her left hand just a
little, the girl allowed her fingers to flutter across the small pink tube
of flesh.

'How does that feel?' she asked tenderly.

It actually felt quite delicious, but the boy had his part to play.

'It hurts just a little, nurse,' he replied, 'Perhaps it's my balls that
are bruised.'

He saw that Jean did not seem to know what he meant, so he pointed down at
the little sac of soft skin.  Encouraged, she touched it and to her
surprise discovered two firm globes within.  Never before had she ever done
such a thing and she was quite fascinated.  She squeezed Toby's left
testicle between her fingers.

'Ow!' he cried, flinching in real pain.

'Did that hurt?' she asked.

'Yes, it did!' exclaimed Toby. 'Please don't do it to the other one, will
you?'

Jean realized that he was serious and immediately learned something that
she had never known before.

She said nothing though, merely continued with the little game.

'I'm afraid that you must be bruised, soldier.' She declared.  'I'm sure
it's nothing serious though.'

'What about my willy though, nurse?' asked Toby, 'Do you think it's all
right?'

'Your willy,' she repeated slowly, learning his pet name for the funny
little spout sticking out from his groin.  She smiled at him slowly. 'Well,
I don't know, soldier.  I shall have to see.'  She touched him tentatively
and the boy found that he enjoyed the sensation very much indeed.

'That doesn't seem to be hurting you too much.'  She observed.

'No, it doesn't,' agreed Toby, but then – lest she should take her hand
away – 'Perhaps you should examine it properly though.'

His answer nonplussed Jean somewhat and she simply patted the organ
vaguely.

'Shouldn't you look under the skin?' asked the soldier helpfully.

His nurse looked most puzzled, so reaching down, Toby slowly drew back his
foreskin to show her what lay beneath it.

'Ooh!  I say!' exclaimed Jean, fascinated.  'Fancy that!'

'I was just wondering if I might have hurt the end bit, nurse.' said Toby,
slipping back into character.

'Let me see,' she responded and taking his penis gently in her hand she
held it up and eyed it with interest, observing the tiny opening at the
tip.

Gaining confidence from her patient's complete acquiescence, she began to
play with her new-found toy, slipping the loose fold of skin back and forth
over the acorn that it covered.  For his part, Toby was enjoying the whole
experience enormously.  Never had anyone else ever touched him there!  He
found it immensely exciting, particularly as he was sure that he should not
really be letting her do it.  As Jean continued to fondle him, the simple
enjoyment of her attentions slowly turned into waves of pleasure and his
penis gradually began to erect.

'Oh dear!  What's happening to it?' asked Jean worriedly.

'It's all right,' replied Toby happily, 'It's just getting bigger.  It
always does that if I play with it.'

'It's going hard too.' observed Jean, feeling the difference between her
finger and thumb.

'If you let it go it'll stick up.' said Toby, propping himself up on his
elbows to get a better view of the proceedings.  Jean released the quickly
tumescing organ which, sure enough, stuck out rigidly from Toby's body.

'It feels lovely when it's like that.' confided the youngster with a wicked
grin.

'How long will it stay like it?' asked Jean curiously, prodding the swollen
penis with a fingertip.

'As long as I leave the skin pulled back from the end.  I can't stand it
for very long though, because it starts to make me feel as if I want to
pee.'

'Has it always done that?'

'Well, it's almost always sticking up when I wake up in the morning, even
though the skin's not back.  I only found out I could make it go stiff
myself when I was in the First Form at school.'

'Do you think that other boys can do the same?' asked Jean, evidently
fascinated.

'I don't know.  I've never asked anybody else.  It's a bit rude to talk
about, isn't it!'

The two of them looked at each other and giggled guiltily.

'Well, Goodness me, soldier,' said nurse Jean, feeling that it was time to
get on with the game.  'That's quite a swelling you've got there!  I think
I had better give it a massage to make it feel better.'

Turning to her collection of 'medical instruments', she began to sort
through them, seemingly unable to find anything suitable to help her with
the massage that she had promised.  Finally her eye lit upon one of the
small brown glass medicine bottles that was included in her kit.  Taking
off the screw-top, she put the open mouth to the tip of Toby's erection and
found to her satisfaction that it fitted nicely.  She slipped it on and the
neck finished up about three quarters of the way down the shaft.  It looked
very funny and they both laughed gaily.

'Now I'll give you a massage.' said the nurse seriously.  'I'm sure it will
be nice and soothing.'

The pretty little dark-haired girl in the nurse's uniform began to turn the
bottle from side to side.  First half a turn clockwise and then another
anticlockwise.  The friction between Toby's rarely exposed glans and the
smooth interior of the bottle induced a fierce tickling sensation and
caused him to draw in his breath sharply.  Assuming that it was all part of
his bravura performance as the brave wounded war hero, Jean simply made
reassuring clucking noises and continued to administer her massage.
Eventually Toby could stand the sensations no longer.

'Oh dear, nurse!' he exclaimed, 'I think I'm going to wee.'

'That's all right soldier,' said the nurse, 'You can go if you want to.
The bottle will catch the wee.'

'So it will,' agreed the soldier, 'I hadn't thought of that.  How clever of
you.'

Toby relaxed and stopped fighting the urge to pass water.  He was, however,
surprised to find that nothing came out.  However, as Jean continued to
turn the bottle back and forth regularly, he felt more and more as if he
needed to go.  He wasn't sure about the sensation at all.

'It feels awfully peculiar.' he said at last.

'Do you want me to stop then?' asked the girl, somewhat disappointed, for
she was enjoying the little game.

'Well, I think maybe you'd better.'

Jean pulled the bottle reluctantly from Toby's penis, which jerked
violently.  Unbeknownst to either of them, the brave wounded soldier had
been right on the verge of his first orgasm!

'Is that better now?' asked the young nurse solicitously.

'Yes, but it still feels awfully strange.'  Toby slipped his foreskin back
into place and almost immediately the sensations began to subside.

Just then Jean's mother called out from next door that it was time for
tea. With much haste Toby climbed back into his clothes and the game was
over. Jean gathered up all her instruments and put them into her bag.  With
that she was gone.

That night, in bed, Toby thought about the interesting game of hospital
that they had played. For the first time, his sexual apparatus responded to
such stimulus and he quickly gained a full erection. The warm feeling that
it engendered in his groin made him reach down. Slipping his hand inside
his pyjamas he began to fondle himself idly and then got the idea to pull
back his foreskin to see how long he could manage to leave it retracted. He
lay very still and felt the same unusual tickling sensation. When he felt
the urge to pass water he relaxed and sure enough none came. Eventually he
could stand it no longer and slipped the skin back into place. Once again,
his penis gave the first jerk of what could have been a stunning orgasm if
only he had had the nerve to persevere for a few more seconds.

When he awoke the next day with his usual morning erection, curiosity drove
him to repeat the little test. Yet again, as the sensations threatened to
overwhelm him, his nerve failed him. He was, however, unwittingly bringing
himself nearer and nearer to the point-of-no-return.

Lunch was over and Jean Waite was feeling distinctly bored. She had been
hoping that her best friend Janet would come over to play, but there had
been a telephone call that morning to say that she was a little under the
weather and would be spending the day inside.  Jean went upstairs and
sitting down on the edge of her bed she picked up a book. It failed to
catch her imagination and after a few minutes she put it down again. She
prowled round the room restlessly, pausing eventually at the window. She
stared outside aimlessly and as she did so she suddenly caught sight of the
boy next door. He crossed the lawn to his tent and began to tighten the guy
ropes.  The moment that she saw him, the girl remembered the little game
that they had played together the previous afternoon.  She thought of the
exciting way in which his boy's thingy had grown big and hard when she had
touched it.  She wondered if he would like her to touch it again.  Hastily
donning her apron and cap, she grabbed her bag and rushed downstairs and
out into the garden.  She leaned over the fence casually.

'Hello nurse.' called Toby when he saw her.

'Hello Toby.  What are you going to do this afternoon?'

'I don't know really. I'm a bit bored to tell the truth.'

'Would you like to have another game of `hospital'?'

'Ooh yes, I wouldn't mind.'

He moved over to the fence and leaned over conspiratorially.

'I don't suppose that you've still got that bottle in your bag?'

Jean's eyes widened in delight.

'Do you want me to give you another massage then?' she asked eagerly.

'I am feeling a bit swollen, nurse.' he replied plaintively.

It was absolutely true!  The moment that he had seen her in her nurses
uniform he had gone hard at once.

'What are you going to be this afternoon?' asked Jean. 'A soldier again?'

'How about a fearless pilot who has just escaped death from a `plane
crash?' suggested Toby.

'That sounds like a good idea.' agreed Jean, clambering over the
fence. 'Let's go into the tent.'

The preliminary examination was perfunctory to say the least.

'You'd better undress pilot Jones.' said the nurse authoritatively, I think
your problem's down there.'  she pointed meaningfully.  Sure enough, when
the fearless pilot removed his last garment he revealed a very firm
swelling to her gaze.

'You'll have to massage it nurse.' groaned the pilot, quickly getting down
onto the rug.

'I think you're right pilot Jones.' she agreed, rummaging about in her bag
for the medicine bottle.  'Let's see what we can do for you.'

Jean popped the bottle into place and began to move it, first one way, then
the other.

'Ooh,' gasped the boy, 'You know I've decided that it really feels awfully
nice.'

Lying motionless on the rug, the ten year old war veteran allowed his nurse
to continue until the sensations were far more powerful than he had ever
previously experienced. She suddenly noticed that his breath was coming in
staccato gasps and looking into his face she saw that he was very flushed.

'You look as if you've just been in a race.' she observed, stopping her
fluid action with the bottle.

'My heart's beating terribly fast.' admitted her patient, holding his hand
against his chest. 'Feel it.'

Jean put her hand on his breast and could feel his heart thumping rapidly
against his ribs.

'Perhaps that's enough massage for this afternoon.' she said.

'Oh no, just a little more.' pleaded Toby. 'It feels so lovely.'

'All right then.'

She began again and Toby was immediately engulfed by the most delightful
sensations which, though mainly centered in his groin, slowly began to
spread through his body and down his legs. He started to tremble, unable to
control himself. On his own be would have stopped the whole thing long ago,
but in Jean's hands he was powerless to resist. Upwards and ever upwards
she led him until at last, without warning, the mounting pressure resolved
itself into a hot pulsating feeling in his penis, which jerked up and down
spasmodically.

'Gosh! Whatever is happening to you Toby?' squeaked Jean.  She let go of
the bottle, her eyes wide with alarm.

'I don't know.' he panted. 'It has never happened before, whatever it was.'

'Was it nice?' she asked worriedly.

'It was lovely until that last bit when my willy started to go up and
down.' he replied. 'I'm not sure about that bit.'

As he spoke, his erection subsided and the bottle slipped off. It rolled to
the far side of the rug where it remained unnoticed.

'Well I never.' exclaimed Jean. 'It made the swelling go away didn't it.'

'So it did.' giggled Toby, looking down in amazement.

'I think I've made you better pilot Jones.' declared the nurse.

'Yes nurse, thank you very much. Should I get dressed now do you think?'

'I suppose that you'd better.' she agreed a little reluctantly and Toby
climbed back into his clothes.

'What shall we play now?' he asked.

'I don't know.' she replied.

'How about if I was a doctor and you were involved in a car crash?' he
suggested casually.

They looked at each other speculatively. It took them about sixty seconds
to get all her clothes off.

'You look different there.' he murmured.

'There's nothing to see,' she giggled, 'Not like you.'

'Can I look closer?'

'Yes, all right, if you like.'

Lying back on the rug she parted her legs obediently. He gazed between them
with fascination.

'Did you know that that's where a baby comes out?' he asked, having learnt
the remarkable fact from his mother after his little sister had arrived.

'Yes, of course, silly.' she replied.

'How could it possibly?'

'I don't know really.'

'Can I touch it to see what it feels like?'

'Well alright, but don't hurt me, will you?'

'Tell me if I do.'

Gingerly Toby touched the little girl's vulva and hearing no protest he
parted the outer lips with his fingers. He was fascinated to see a further
tiny set nestling between them and just caught a glimpse of the opening
beyond. He gazed for several seconds before embarrassment got the better of
the girl and sitting up she closed her legs slowly. The game was over and
she got dressed again.

'I don't suppose that we'd better tell anybody that we did this.' offered
Toby cautiously.

'No, I don't think so.' she nodded in agreement.

'A secret then. Cross your heart and hope to die?'

'Cross my heart and hope to die.' she agreed solemnly.

When his mother sent him out at dusk to rescue her best travel rug from his
tent, Toby discovered that his nurse had unwittingly left her massaging
equipment behind. That night, once tucked up safely in bed, he tried
applying it himself. The results were exquisite and he realised that the
best part of the experience definitely occurred when he could stand the
feelings no longer and his penis began to pulse and twitch.From that moment
on Toby Adamson had a nightly love affair with his new-found toy. As yet he
had no idea what he was doing and confided in no one. All he knew and
needed to know was that he had one of the most pleasurable secrets in the
world.

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