Then when I became a horny little bastard of a teenager- it sucked to be in school and to be hard because EVERYONE could tell- I would try to tell peo...ple that I had a third leg- somehow that would be more acceptable. I tried taking it out one day and putting a shoe on it but I was sent home. That afternoon, ashamed and sick of my preDICKament- I took out my father's hatchet. There I was, standing in the middle of my grandmother's room in front of her giant, ornate mirror, screaming at my. Always one to embrace opportunity, I push you into a snow bank and laugh that you can no longer stand up from the deep snow. I crawl across to you and pull off your hat, as your dark hair falls into your face, I stare into your clear blue eyes. I feel your soft lips brush against my face searching, hungry for mine. As you attempt to rise from the mound of snow I push you back down forcefully, pinning you down and kiss you. Then I offer my hand to you and we rise and begin to walk through the. I was glad it was late afternoon, now all I had to do was suffer a few more hours until the guys were ready to turn in. God it was insufferable listing to Bob and Steve blow smoke out their butts about work, golf, football games, and other inane bull shit. ‘Maybe Kate and I will take a little walk. Sure you both have lots more to talk about.’ She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. A single finger locked with another, we walked away from the camp. Neither stopped talking long enough to even wave.. Only bigger!”“You mean Johnny just has a teeny-weeny little pecker that you can hardly get agood hold on?”“Well, it’s not so awfully little, but it’s sure not as long as yours! Wow!” The girlstroked her curled fingers up and down on his rod.“You like mine, hmm?”“Yes!”“Tilt it down toward you.”Nancy tilted the preacher’s hard-on so that it pointed directly at her face.“Is there anything else that you’d like to do with my pecker, Nancy?”“Oooh, I couldn’t even think about anything nasty like.