I will now pass to my third year, when I was 13 years old.  A large, well-set-up boy of 16, A., became my idol.  His toleration of my presence in his room filled me with endless love.  When I lied about a matter in which he was concerned, his denunciation of me brought me to a state of shuddering and weeping unspeakable.  When our relations were established again A. allowed me to creep into his bed after the lights were out, and there I passionately embraced him, but without performing any definite act.  When I turned over on my side with my back to him he drew my prepuce back and forth until I experienced orgasm, but not ejaculation.  I would return his favor by pumping his erect penis, but with no ejaculation on his part.  He did not propose fellatio, and I did not think of it.  One night when he was in my bed I began to masturbate very slightly, whereupon he laughed, saying:  “So that is the way you amuse yourself!” As a matter of fact the habit was not fastened upon me.  He always laughed when the rubbing of his finger on my exposed glans caused me to shrink.  Another boy, H., now began to show me his erect penis and we practiced mutual manipulations.  A. laughingly told me how me had caught H. in the act of masturbating as he stood in the bath-tub.  A. told me a number of sexual stories—­how he enjoyed coitus in the bushes with a girl on the way home from entertainments; how half a dozen boys and girls stripped in the basement of a church and performed coitus on the velvet chairs which stood behind the pulpit; and how he and a younger boy, who camped out together, played with each other’s genitals.  F., a boy of 11, was highly nervous, subject to timidity and tears on the slightest provocation, often morose, and under treatment for kidney trouble.  His penis was erect whenever I saw him undress.  He told me that a partially idiotic man taught F. and his companion how to masturbate.  The man invited the boys to his tent and there pumped his organ until “some white stuff came out of it.”  F. also told me that an Indian princess in his part of the country would permit coitus for fifty cents.  A. sometimes slept with F., and I could imagine their embraces.  S., a secretive, handsome boy of 13, wetted his bed with urine every night.  The only sign that he gave of an interest in sexuality was his laughing remark concerning the coupling of rose-bugs.  Of his chum, my beloved C., I will speak later.  My small room-mate handled himself only slightly.  I never had a desire to lie with him, since I disliked him, nor with my first room-mate, a “chunky,” fiery boy of 10, whose penis interested me merely because it was circumcised and almost always erect.  His masturbation was also so slight as not to attract any particular attention.  A lusty German boy, B., showed no signs of sexuality until his third year, when he laughed about his newly-appearing