doing. I could have had no notion
of it then, nor did I think about it.

The next thing I clearly recollected, was one of my male cousins
stopping with us, we walked out and when piddling together against
a hedge, his saying: "show me your cock, Walter, and I will show you
mine." We stood and examined each others cocks, and for the first time,
I became conscious, that I could not get my foreskin easily back, like
other boys. I pulled his backwards and forwards. He hurt me, laughed
and sneered at me, another boy came and I think another, we all compared
cocks, and mine was the only one which would not unskin, they jeered me,
I burst into tears, and went away, thinking there was something wrong
with me, and was ashamed to show my cock again, then I set to work
earnestly to try to pull the foreskin back, but always desisted fearing
the pain, for I was very sensitive.

My cousin then told me that girls had no cock, but only a hole they
piddled out of, we were always talking about them, but I don't recollect
the word cunt, nor that I attached any lewd idea to a girl's piddling
hole, or to their cocks being flat, an expression heard I think at the
same period. It remained only in my mind that my cock and the girl's
hole were to piddle out of, and nothing more, I cannot be certain about
my age at this time.

Afterwards I went to that uncle's house often, my cousin Fred was to be
put to school, and we talked a great deal more about girls' cocks which
began to interest me much. He had never seen one he said, but he knew
that they had two holes, one for bogging and the other to piddle from.
They sit down to piddle said he, they don't piddle against a wall as we
do, but that I must have known already, afterwards I felt very curious
about the matter.

One day, one of his sisters left the room where we were sitting, she
is going to piddle, he said to me. We sneaked into a bed room of one of
them one day, and gravely looked into the pot to see what piddle was in
it. Whether we expected to find anything different from what there was
in our own chamber pot, I do not know. When talking about these things
my cousin would twiddle his cock. We wondered how the piddle came out,
if they wetted their legs and if the hole was near the bum hole, or
where; one day Fred and I pissed against each others cocks, and thought
it excellent fun.

I recollect being very curious indeed about the way girls piddled after
this, and seeing them piddle b