During those early teen years most of us were latchkey kids. We let friends in, and we let the mailman in, or the repairman. One of the men that came by to check up on me was a tailor who had a shop on the corner. He was a foreigner with a heavy accent. He liked me and liked to play with my penis. Playing with his hands, long sucking, running his tongue from the base to the tip. We didn't talk very much, just enjoyed every minute of it.

After spending twenty minutes or so he would pat my face and he would go back to his shop. As I look back those days were so good. Yes a secret but never a regret.