I was thinking today and going back in my mind. My friend from junior school went to a different high school so we would spend alternative weekends together. He lived on a small holding on the edge of town.  Someone asked the parents to look after a donkey for a couple of weeks while they moved. We had never thought of things and all of a sudden here was a stallion donkey on the property, and as you know if they are aroused their is little of the empirical evidence in doubt. We were in his room and got the encyclopedia out, our version of google. We were 12 or 13 at the time.There was a lot of stuff about breeding that opened our eyes a lot about the potential of our penises. We discussed the matter and decided to try firstly by touching each other. We all wore shorts back then so we pulled them down and he grabbed me first. I thought my eyes would pop out it was great. We were different my cock is like a mushroom on a stalk and his was long and thin like a banana with a thick base tapering to a small head a bit restricted by his foreskin. For some reason his cock reminded me of a rainbow this long curved shape and the muscles following the lines and the start of some veins making the lines. I gingerly touched him and then felt more confident, I didn't want him to stop what he was doing. He jerked me slow pulling my foreskin down and then quick jerks when I hit the spot on his cock. I have no idea about time, but it was great fun. It became a standard to do experience added some more things to do. I remember a couple of years later we were sleeping in the family caravan wanking each other off, when we heard a noise outside. His brother suspected   something and had sneaked to the caravan and was peering in to see if he could catch us at it. Many years later he was having a braai with us and I was sitting on the wall and he was on the ground chatting, half lying on his back. His one ball had slipped out and the oval hairy leg was as large as life between his legs. I was to sjy back then to ask him about it., or whether it was deliberate for me to see. Which reminded me when I moved to gauteng i would be asked to run some waste to the collector as we used to get good money for it. So I would usually go just before lunchtime when it was quite. The que was quite long so I was sitting in the office waiting for the weigh bridge weight. One of the staff a very pleasant young man came to sit and chat with me on the bench. Thats when I noticed the ski pants or cycling pants he always wore his ball was out at the seam. I never knew if it was deliberate, unfortunately when I went back with enough confidence to ask him, his head office had moved him to another branch.