A smell story. First guy who ever hit on me was a sailor on leave. I was about 16 and he was 21 or so. Big goodlooking guy, tousled red hair, glasses, pea coat and white cap (it was Fall). Approached me at a duck pond on LI and got me talking about car and plane models. Then he switched asked me how much I masturbated, told me that if I masturbated 5-6 times it would get more intense each time, even when I ran dry. He asked me to come to his place and see models. HA.
I didn't go, I was scared. But he was smoking Player's Navy Cut unfiltered and gave me one. I get hard to this day if anyone is smoking those. I can recognize it in a crowded bar in Berlin.
I am sorry I didn't go, he was a really hot pervert offering me an early start. Assuming he wasn't a serial killer which I think he was.