I remember when I was around 8 and my older brothers best friend would hit on me and tell me I was a beautiful boy. They were drinking every weekend and he would find the chance to tell me how cute I was or how beautiful I was for a boy and he would always ask me to go play with him but my brother would interrupt him and drag him to do something else. I think about it wondering how much more fun life would have been if he just told me he wanted to f*** me at 8 and I would have let him. I knew what s** was cuz my dad was addicted to p*** and would play it on the living room tv and even j******* in front of us not caring if we watched or not. He would get drunk and get naked and watch it in his undies or just naked and I remember asking him about his p**** when I was like 6 in the shower and he let me touch it and feel it. I remember it being so big I couldn’t wrap my fingers around it to touch them together. To think of it more he would have his friends come over sometimes and they would watch p*** together and talk about the workmen and when us kids went to bed we heard a lot of loud noises that I think turned out to be them doing stuff together because one day I got a b**** watching the p*** with my dad and he told me I needed to learn how to take care of those and he jerked off to show me how. I think that’s where the daddy fantasy comes in to play because he went to prison soon after that. And he would take us to the skating rink all the time and try and get us to hang out with some girls who’s moms were younger and hot and he would pay us and at the end of the night he would f*** them while we hung out with their kids.