Things I've Never Told Anyone - the peephole in the Latrine

Big family means lots of weddings, and they usually come in waves, as different kids and cousins age. This incident happened when I was about eight years old, I was a totally stupid when it came to anything related to sex.

The situation was this; wedding reception at a relatives house somewhere in the country. Knowing that there were going to be a lot of people at the reception, and that toilet facilities was going to be at a premium, an outdoor latrine was constructed for the guys to  relieve themselves. It was constructed up against one of the out buildings on the property, a pit was dug and filled with sawdust, and plywood was erected as a screen, so you stood on a piece of plywood and pissed on the sawdust, with your back to the outbuilding, get the picture?

During the course of the day I remember using this latrine several times, of course seeing other guys piss out of the corner of my eye, but never turning and staring. I do remember thinking that it would be interesting to stare, but I never did more than the casual glimpse.

Then late in the day, about 4pm, a bit of history here, the reception started about eleven am on a Saturday and was schedule to be complete till Sunday afternoon, so back now. I was running around in the yard and ran around the outbuilding with the latrine and notice a distant cousin or something, a male relative a year or so older than me squatted down with his nose to the outside of the plywood enclosure of the latrine. I remember stopping in my tracks and wondering what he was doing. He noticed me and when his head pulled back I could see that there was a hole in the plywood. He quietly gestured for me to come over and look through the hole.

Now mind you that at this point I didn't know what this plywood wall was for, I had only seen it from the other side, and as far as I knew this was a different plywood wall and there was a unicorn on the the other side. So I approached the hole and put my eye to it and focused on what was on the other side. To my horror, amazement, and gayness, there were dicks there, several to be exact, all in various stages of emptying out bladders. So no unicorn.

What I remember was that I wanted to see more, but at the same time I shouldn't be looking at these. Not that it was wrong to look at cocks, I was still uneducated on being anti gay at this point, as gay was not something I had an inkling of an idea about. I remember thinking it was wrong because I was spying on someone when they didn't know I was there. I remember wanting to watch the cocks some more, but I didn't, I ran away. I remember wanting to go back after dark and watch some more, but I didn't, I stayed away.

That was the day the I first saw a cock and something stirred in me that has taken the better parts of three decades for me to come to terms with.

My cousin from that day still lives not far from me, and while his side of the family is waiting on him to get married and have grandchildren, I have hear through the grapevine that that is not his plans, as he is looking for Mr. Right. I can't say for certain that its the same cousin, as I didn't have contact with that side of the family for the better part of the three decades, but I suspect that it was him that tricked me into looking through a hole in a plywood wall that has finally open a whole other world for me.

And for those out there who are thinking that I should let my cousin know what he did for me all those years ago, that ain't going to happen for many reason, the most superficial being that he is not my type. He has the more German European blood, while I'm from a later generation with more Irish blood, with maybe some African blood, as that would explain my large penis.