MY SECRET LIFE
up it went again. I tried to piss, the piss would not run. At that time when my prick was still, I used to pull the prepuce back, so as to loosen it. I laid down on the bed, prick still. If it could have spoken, it would have said, “Frig or fuck, you shall, before I give you rest.” So I pulled the prepuce slowly back,— only once,—and as the knob came handsomely into view, out shot my spunk all over the bed-clothes.
Getting up to wipe and make things clean, I saw something on the brim of my cap which I had worn; ' the cap was on the table. I took it up and found a large spot of sperm which had come from the happy couple, it must have followed the withdrawal of the prick; and had my head been a little more turned up, it must have tumbled on my face. I did not mind wiping up my own sperm, but doing so to their’s seemed beastly. Yet what was the difference?
We heard one night some one squat down, and turned up the light; there were petticoats, legs and an arse, but instead of the usual slit, we saw to our as; tonishment a prick and balls hanging down between the legs, it was a man in woman’s clothes, and he was shitting. The sight alarmed us, we talked over it for many a day afterwards, for we did not then know that some men are fond of amusing themselves with other men.
I never saw but that one couple fucking, but we could hear groping and frigging going on close by. We heard women say, “Oh! don’t!” Gay women, we heard say, “Here is a good place,” but they did not often select the gratings, why? I cannot tell, for they were partly in recesses in the wall which enabled people
to get more hidden. The bars were wide apart, and
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