ushing quickly backwards and forwards between my thighs, and his
hand, passed over my hips, was grasping my cock. Turning round, I faced
him; he asked me to turn round again, and said I might do it to him
afterwards, but nothing more was done. An unpleasant feeling about
sleeping with him is in my memory, but as said, I disliked him.

The next night undressing, he showed me his prick, stiff, as he sat
naked on a chair; it was an exceedingly long, but thin article; he told
me about frigging, and said he would frig me, if I would frig him. He
commenced moving his hand quickly up and down, on his prick, which got
stiffer and stiffer, he jerked up one leg, then the other, shut his eyes
and altogether looked so strange, that I thought he was going to have
a fit; then out spurted little pasty lumps, whilst he snorted, as some
people do in their sleep, and fell back in the chair with his eyes
closed; then I saw stuff running thinner over his knuckles. I was
strangely fascinated as I looked at him, and at what was on the carpet,
but half thought he was ill; he then told me it was great pleasure, and
was eloquent about it. Even now, as it did then, the evening seemed to
me a nasty unpleasant one, yet I let him get hold of my prick and frig
it, but had no sensation of pleasure, he said, "your skin won't come
off, what a funny prick;" that annoyed me, and I would not let him do
more; we talked till our candle burnt out; he stamped out the sperm on
the carpet, saying the servants would think we had been spitting. Then
we got into bed.

Afterwards he frigged himself several times before me, and at his
request I frigged him, wondering at the result, and amused, yet at the
same time much disgusted. When frigging him one day; he said it was
lovely to do it in an arse-hole, that he and his brother took it in
turns that way: it was lovely, heavenly! would I let him do it to me.
In my innocence I told him, it was impossible and that I thought him a
liar. He soon left us and went to college. I saw him once or twice after
this, in later years, but at a very early age he drowned himself. I told
my cousin Fred about this when I saw him; Fred believed in the frigging,
but thought him a liar about the arse-hole business, just as I did. This
was the first time I ever saw frigging and male semen, and it opened my
eyes.

Though now at a public school, I was shy, and reserved, but greedily
listened to all the lewed talk, of which I did not believ