I remember myself from the age of three.

I grew up as a closed and unsociable boy, but not at all modest and quiet. I didn't have many friends: only two. However, I felt great in solitude and always found adventures for myself.

I learned early where children come from - the secret was revealed when the family was waiting a new child. And fortunately in the distant beginning of the Wild Nineties no one on television had yet thought about censorship and decency. After all, everyone was drunk on freedom and democracy. I still remember how on a TV screen a young woman held a soft cock of a young man. I was 4 years old...

Even as a little boy, I was already aware of the difference between the sexes and I was drawn to the shameful. I often masturbated while sitting in the bath. Of course, at that time I did not yet have sperm, and the foreskin rolled back only to half of my brown cock head, but I still enjoyed rubbing my cock and playing with silky testicles.

Oh, then the erection was iron. The cock got up instantly and rested in an arc against the navel, it was difficult and even painful to move it by hand. Sometimes I would smuggle an old Soviet wooden triangle ruler into the bathroom. At six years old I already knew how to count, and I really liked measuring my penis. I still remember what measurements I had then: 8 cm long by 2 cm wide. I still have this ruler.



One day, for no apparent reason, my grandmother decided to take me to her upbringing. It so happened that I, a city child, began to go to a rural kindergarten.

And then one day, bored during such a kindergarten quiet hour, I pulled down my shorts and began to jerk off. The teachers of our garden were obvious hacks and, as soon as they thought that the children had fallen asleep, they went about their business. I lay and played with my hands under the covers, not being afraid of adults, but soon my neighbor from the bed opposite drew attention to me. The guy asked what I was doing, and without hesitation, I lifted a light blanket and showed what exactly I was doing with my cock. The boy's eyes lit up, he directly glared at my cock.

The guy's hands quickly rustled under the blanket, clearly repeating my movements. Then the boy lifted the blanket and I followed him. And then his gaze became clear to me. In front of me was a penis twice as thin and shorter than mine, the only thing I envied was the fact that his cherry head was exposed, at least not entirely, but to the corona of glans. I immediately felt an incredible surge of pride and excitement.

We looked at each other's dicks and jerked off, holding the blankets in the air with our free hand. Other guys saw us too. Everyone began to whisper and wiggle their arms, like me, raised up blankets began to flicker.

The next day it all happened again. As soon as the teacher left, all the guys, as if on command, lowered their panties and began to masturbate, but the fact that they were jerking off next to me was not enough for me. I wanted to see cocks of the other boys, make sure that mine is bigger, and show it to everyone.

I just threw off the covers and stood on the bed with no pants on. I jumped up so fast that my tender young cock slapped my stomach with all my might. I stood and jerked off, towering over the group. I heard enthusiastic voices. My example was followed again. And now in front of me on the beds were boys without panties. And I was more and more proud - cocks of all these village kids were thinner and smaller than mine. The biggest cock I saw was only 2/3 of mine.

The next day, adults noticed that we were not sleeping, but we were lucky - our debauchery remained a secret. The most active boys, spinning under the covers instead of sleeping, were placed in a tight corner between the bed and the wall. These restless lechers turned away from the reading teacher and began to masturbate right at the place of punishment. I, who was deprived of the opportunity to jerk off, envied them, and I still wanted to make sure that there was not a single dick in the group larger than me. And so I began to turn around on purpose, toss and turn. The punishment was not long in coming.

Well, what adult would think that a child wants to be punished? I joyfully joined the crowd in the corner and, pushing my way into the center, laid bare my pride. I enthusiastically examined other people's cocks. All cocks of them seemed to me so unlike mine: thin, short, and most importantly, their skin exposed their raspberry head much more than mine. I envied them because of that, but my massive even penis with a rounded head seemed to me more beautiful. I felt great pride as the owner of a huge timber, but I was worried about the head.

I stood facing the wall and proudly masturbated along with the boys. The fact that I jerk off in front of others was very exciting. And the guys seemed to feel it too. Their hands reached out to the neighboring penises and soon each of them jerked off someone else's cock. I did not join, I did not like this idea. It became somehow disgusting for me to take someone else's cock or give my penis into someone else's male hands.

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