I sure did jerk-off a lot when I was seventeen. Christ, I had my big hard cock In my hand more often than not, spitting cum every hour on the hour, never ever seeming to go down any at all. Besides pounding on my prick, I thought I knew what else I wanted in life. People already said I had everything anyone could want anyway.
My father was a lawyer. He. had met my mother, a librarian, in the Reference Department. They had married after a nine-year courtship.
We lived in a small city In upstate New York. There was no violence In our neighborhood. There were no poor people. Mother didn’t drive. She got all our food at the big supermarket two blocks away. Sometimes she got roast chicken that was already prepared and she always let us eat as much I as we wanted. We had never been without a television. Our house was ranch style.