He attended Button Gwinnet Elementary School, which was near the West Valley Shopping Mall, in Goncourt, County Bless, New Hampshire.

Billy's mom was Stella and she was a real looker, even at his age Billy knew that, and he got a kick out of seeing guys stare at her when she'd take him to the Mall or out to the Burger King. It made him proud; he would walk with kind of a swagger after seeing men ogling his Mom.

His sister Gail was a year younger, nine, and she had reddish very fine hair and, like Billy, freckles. She also had a superfine tight little ass that Billy couldn't seem to take his eyes away from. She was much, much bolder and sociable than Billy, perfectly at ease in going up to a grown up, a total stranger. Billy was at times almost painfully shy, which was why he didn't have a whole slough of friends like some guys did.

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Billy was ten years old when he began to have erections. Well, maybe not began to, he'd had them all his life, like boys do, but at ten they became so frequent it was a damn nuisance, and he was also embarrassed by them because they'd come at such awful times, like when he was out on the playground at recess. More than once a girl or boy had made some comment to him about it, and Billy would turn scarlet.

It happened again one day when he went to take a piss and his dad was showering. Billy stood over the bowl with his hands on his hips, proud that his cock was big enough and heavy enough that he could just piss right into the bowl without holding it. Just then it started to get hard, real fast, and cut off the piss stream, rather painfully. At the same time his Dad stepped out of the shower throwing a towel over his head.

"Nice cock, son," his father surprised him, it was hardly what he expected. "When did you start springing hard ons?"

"Hard ons?" Billy repeated, swallowing with some difficulty.

"You know....erections, stiffies, boners, what do you call it?"

"I...uh...never really knew what to call....it, Dad." He was trembling with shame and his cock started to soften.

"Well, nothing to be ashamed of," Billy's Dad said nonchalantly. He was rubbing the towel over his crotch and buttocks now and he let his hand linger over his own cock, feeling it puff up with a sudden flow of blood.

Steve Campbell was a man who liked his cock, liked to be hard, and lived to fuck. You could take work, marriage, house, family and car and wrap them up in tinfoil and throw them into the river, and if he could get his nuts off it'd all be worthwhile.

As casual as could be Steve let his towel drop and his son, now pissing again, could see his old man's dick was stiff! Billy marveled that his Dad's cock wasn't as long as his own, naturally he expected his father to be enormous. But he'd give it maybe five inches? It was thick though. Billy's was longer, maybe 6 ½, 7 inches, and about two fingers wide.

"Why don't you come by my office later, Billy? We'll jack off together. Do you cum yet?"....(cont)