Just being alone in a room with a girl my age at 16 had given me an instant hard-on. So, shorts and boxers down, I stood there as she looked at my har...d dick. She just stared for a while. I liked being ogled, and she was obviously enthralled by the sight of my penis. We sat in silence for what seemed like a long time, her just looking at my cock. It twitched. "Can I see yours?" I asked. We were both naturally curious. "Yeah," she whispered. She went and checked for people at the stairs, then. He would be a long way away from here by the time she found out, and he did not care. He could have his choice of girls these days - girls who wanted to be in his films.Didi was a tall slim girl, with dark hair and in her own way quite pretty, but with a sort of faded look about her, not uncommon with street girls. She was so thin she looked as though she could be almost anorexic. Now still only eighteen she had been on the streets since she was fifteen, when Bill had so-called befriended her.. In the dim light, my eyes focus on a penis, resting on the bed, inches from my face. A little backstory to explain how I found a penis before me. I invited a young gay couple to stay at my cabin in the country. They lived in my apartment building, and had helped me out a few times. We’d spent some time together, even had dinner together. They were charming, but liked to tease me. I often expressed some mystification about their youth culture, earning me the nickname ‘old man’. If I gently. I once heard a tape by Ram Dass, an American spiritual teacher, in which he told of seeing a newspaper article about an abused baby being taken away from his mother. As a police matron tried to take the baby, he kept struggling to remain in his mother’s arms. Although his mother was the one who beat him, she was the one he knew. He was used to her. He wanted to remain in familiar territory.This story illustrates our relationship to our own egos. The ego is our pain, but it is what we know, and.