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school a fortnight, for I was both fortunate and unfortunate at the same time.
         My father was killed by accident, and mother had to take me home, because his affairs turned out so badly she could not afford to pay for my schooling. As it turned out, this prevented my constitution being ruined for life by such early precocity; besides, it was all found out and the school broken up soon afterwards.

CHAPTER IV. Klaus and Young Joe on the Farm
         You may be sure these early impressions took a deep hold of my naturally warm disposition, although I had very few opportunities of again indulging. Though I knew social graces deemed it wrong to do such things, whenever I did happen to get a young friend for a bedfellow, never, failed to try on for a mutual frig.
         I would lay beside a fresh companion ‘till I fairly shivered with emotion, and would wait ‘till he was asleep, or pretended to be so. My cock all the time would hold as stiff as a bar of iron as my hands would slyly and gradually slip under his nightshirt, and slowly work up to the all-attractive spot. Gently, I would try a few soft pressures ‘till the cock began to respond to my caresses by a very perceptible swelling. Then I got bolder, and generally my bedfellow would turn over and reciprocate my dalliances ‘till we joined in a mutual fuck between each other’s thighs, belly to belly. My favorite idea was to pull back the skin of my foreskin, and doing the same to my bedfellow’s prick, bring the nose of his affair to mine. Then I would draw the skin of mine over the heads of both cocks, and we’d fuck each other gently so. What a delicious thrill we had when spending, the seed seeming to shoot backwards and forwards from one cock to the other! Only those who have done it can at all realize such delicious sensations. Very seldom have I found a youth reject my caresses, although many of them would keep quite passive, and let me do everything.
         Next day I could hardly ever look them in the face, but generally found them quite ready for another spree at night.
         But so few chances occurred to me, and then only for a day or two at a time.
         However, I met with an adventure with the other sex when I was nearly eighteen.
         We had an elder farm servant of about fifty-two, a rugged and dark-eyed man of expansive and well-proportioned dimension. Full of vigor and power, he possessed beefy arms the size of hams, and a splendid full bosom which could barely be contained by his workshirts, whilst as to his development of rump, to judge from the appearance outside his clothes, it was something superb and to be well-admired.
         My bedroom was in a garret at the top of the farmhouse, and a rickety old staircase led up to my door, and then with a twist to the other side, without any landing, you could step up to Klaus’s room (he was the only servant of ours to live-in, as we could little any longer afford to furnish homely chambers for all our hands); so it was little more than a step across from my door to his. At the bottom of our staircase there was a door which we could bolt inside, and so be secure from burglars or the other inmates of the house, unless they fairly broke in.
         Of an afternoon, after he had done much bailing of hay and overseen the milking of the cows, and the like, Klaus used to go up to his room to wash and dress. And I noticed that even by daytime he bolted the staircase door. My curiosity was aroused, so slipping up to my room sometimes before his time for dressing, I used to take off my heavy shoes and watch him dressing through the keyhole of his door. I would never see very much, however, except that great and lovely expanse of chest and neck in the process of his washing or changing his undershirt.
         This went on for some days, and my elder sister being away at the time, I used to lay and think about Klaus for hours after going to bed; yet I dared not venture