My life as a kid revolved around school and my neighborhood. As long as I stayed in the neighborhood I could ride my bike and as soon as I got done with my homework I was sent outside until nightfall. Sometimes I found a kid to play with, sometimes I just rode around. A couple of blocks away from us lived a man who worked nights so he was home during the day. He started waving at me and saying hello and one day he stopped me and asked me what my name was and where I lived. He asked me if I wanted a popsicle so I went into his house with him. He had this painting on his wall that was sorts of colors but when you got to looking at it there was a naked man in the picture masturbating. Once I figured it out I could see it clearly and I would look at it. He asked me if I liked art and he said that art was something that most people misunderstood.

He took me into his den which had a desk in it and there were several paintings on the wall and he showed me this wooden carving of a dick, even then I recognized the dick, it was long and smooth and the balls were at the bottom and the dick head was at the top with very distinct little slit on the top. It was natural size and he told me it was Chinese and that the Chinese used them to relive stress, you held the dick in your hand and you caressed it lovingly, you caressed the balls and the head, he said all this while showing me how to do it rubbing the little slit on the top with his finger. He told me that boy dicks were smaller of course, but they were just the same and when I grew up I would probably have a dick like the statue.

He sat me in a chair in front of the desk and gave me the wooden dick to hold, he sat beside me telling me how to rub it, how to put my hand around it, how to grab the balls. He took it from my hands and caressed it for a while and gave it back to me and said that when I was fed up about something I could come over and play with the wooden dick and my frustrations would melt away. Several minutes passed and while he was talking I came in my pants. He took my dick out of my pants and complimented me on how good looking it was and he said my mother must have paid well to have the doctor fix me up when I was born because to take his work you did not want to go through life with a dick that looked like a chilli pepper.

He took his dick out, it was really hard and he put my hand around it and asked which one I thought was bigger, his real dick or the wooden dick. He had put the wooden dick on the desk and he kept my hand on his dick and he told me that he had shown me how to rub it, and that I could use both hands if I wanted. Meanwhile he had my dick in his hand and he was pressing his fingers up and down all the time telling me how much he liked the way I was caressing his dick. He asked me to put my mouth on his dick but I got scared and let go and sat back in the chair. He told me it was all right there would be another day.

He was at his house most afternoons and I went there until I had to go home. He loaned me his wooden dick and I slept with it holding it at night under the covers. In the afternoon I learned to hold his real dick and he taught me just how to help him come and most afternoons he came thanking me. He sucked my dick a lot and I came in his mouth or his hand and then he would lick it up. When he came I closed my eyes and he would wipe my face clean afterwards, but sometimes I had him in my mouth when he came. After we moved I kept the wooden dick and I have it as a momento of my days when I still rode a bike. It is made out of wood but it is a true size replica and it is more than a momento, it is a conversation piece when I have friend over and I let them hold it and pretend it is real. He never told me but I am pretty sure that it was molded after him so it is more than a momento it is a keep sake.