I remember being able to press my pubic bone against the living room carpet as I did a sort of semi-lion yoga position (for those of you who do yoga) while watching the Howdy Doody show at about 5 years-old. It was felt real real good, even though I wasn't exactly pressing my penis against the floor at the same time.

About 8 years-old I would get erections, but just rubbed myself against the sheets while on my stomach. Not much else.

At 12 years-old at my first Boy Scout campout my scoutmaster invited me to sleep in his tent with his 14 year-old son. He's the guy who taught me how to actually masturbate, enjoy getting head, giving head, swallowing, fucking, but no BDSM. Darn! Right? Yes, the good ol' Boy Scouts. And I understand they kick out openly gay or bi members these days?

By the way, I was a perfectly willing and eager student who had no problem enjoying myself during those years. I hear guys blame being traumatized for life because their "uncle" or older brother diddled with them when they were kids. They then use it as an excuse for their own inexcusable adult behavior. I suppose some men and women do suffer psychological trauma from being sexually violated when young. I'm sure Oprah's on to something. But I wasn't. In addition, I've never had an interest in children, teenagers, or young adults. I'm not a proponent of pederasty. Children should be allowed to be children. But in my era of being a kid, playing around with kids my own age, teens, as well as a few adults seemed to be the norm. Then again, I lived in Ewetaw. Folks in those days were more concerned about how to pass off their 16 year-old daugthers as virgins at their teen weddings as they started their second trimesters.

As a kicker, imagine what it was like to meet my old scout master at my father's funeral seven years ago? Yup, he's still standing up and sucking air AND married to the same woman he was married to when I was 12.