I glanced at the mirror just above my dresser on the far side of the room. Then I turned like a fashion model on a runway and studied my butt. I was slouched down a bit; with my legs spread wide and the projector between my feet. The hours passed by all too quickly. Quickly brushing those aside, I picked up the box staring at the cock again, and the expression on her face. I discovered my own sexuality and what pleases me. I could feel a warmth building deep inside me. Quickly brushing those aside, I picked up the box staring at the cock again, and the expression on her face. I wanted to chuckle a little bit and feel proud at my accomplishment but dire consequences awaited me if I didn’t fix that projector. My Mom left for work early at seven or so. I was expecting her to be in tears at this point. (As Linda would put it.) This would be the night I would experienced my first session of masturbation. It took me a couple of hurried hours to put everything back together,
