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his crutch only inches from my face. I remember staring at his bulge before looking up to see him smiling back down at me. I must admit right here and now I was not sexually active. At seventeen for reasons I have no answer to I wasn’t even into masturbation or girls or magazines. I believe I was quite normal with school, sport, surfing and a Saturday morning job, sex never had reached my doorstep. Three days later the same scenario in the art folder room repeated itself. We were the only two there, same kneeling and standing positions but this time as Russell lent over he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me towards his crutch. His cock felt hard as it pressed against my face. I didn’t object, rather I ignored the