So. What now to tell you to become interesting? Well … actually, in this regard, my youth was quite saturated. From early childhood, I experienced a strong attraction to the opposite sex. At first I did not understand this, I did not understand why when I see a beautiful girl immediately I feel uneasy: she throws it into heat, I want to do something, carry some kind of nonsense … and t.D.
Then I found a connection between these thoughts and what happened to me with a member. And the brighter my thoughts about girls, the stronger the member became. I noted this and began to specifically think about girls (and I did not even imagine what to think about me), at first I just represented girls. Then he suddenly found that if I represent girls without clothes, I am more pleasant. And then, the mother had a book on obstetrics and gynecology. The book was purely medical and it was not hidden from me.
I, I was looking for something once among the books, and came across this book. Opened and so coincided that I got right on
a picture, which described the topic of inspection of the female genital organs, or rather, a vagina close -up and with details and descriptions. And all Lena. It was the effect of an exploding bomb! My mouth was dry, my hands shook, the member instantly got up … and all that. And then I realized what exactly was in the girls so.
And as I understood this, it became much more interesting for me to look at the girls. But, having seen once behind the girl, I was disappointed – neither pussy nor boobs are the same as mine with the exception of a member. And then I realized that I like much more adult women, and when I still managed to peer at an adult woman! Dear, … it was a cultural shock!
The type of black triangle instantly caused me a response. And the impression of large breasts with protruding nipples … I was just obsessed in this picture. Unfortunately, I was no longer lucky to see this woman in this form. But the desire has settled. And then we with this kid, playing on the roof, began to discuss something related to women. In my opinion, who, where, who “caught” and I don’t remember who did the first one, but only we both found that we should have! It so happened that I asked him:
– Do you have boner?
“Yes,” he answered, “and you have?
“Yes,” I say, and then I ask: “Show me.He lowered his panties (and there was summer and we were in his underpants), and then I first saw someone else’s member. Understand me correctly Lena, but I suddenly wanted to touch him. And I touched. First with his fingers, and then I took it into a fist … I don’t remember anymore, but for some reason I liked it so much in my hands. I did not even notice myself how I began to stroke it gently! And only a minute later I noticed that the kid was somehow breathing strangely. I removed my hand.
-Come on, Tryui-Trygai …-I asked I continued, and a minute later he began to moan. I did so for a long time, I already knew then that if you play a little longer than half a minute what I liked the most. But for some reason this did not happen to him. Only then I realized – he just had no sperm. I played with his “patch” for ten to fifteen minutes and I’m tired of it. I say: – Now it’s your turn.
He did not argue and pulled his underpants from me. I have not a trimmed member, but he had it interesting to look at him, since he had not seen such a thing before. But then, he began to do the same as I to him. A minute later a normal reaction occurred – I ended in his hand. At first he was frightened and thought that I had thundered him, and then he realized that it was not urine and asked in surprise: – – that was Malafya? Then I still did not know that they called the sperm that way, but guessed. I said yes, and then he began to collect it on a sheet and look at it. Then he all the time asked me to end in some jar and what was he doing there after my sperm I don’t know.
But we still wanted a girl. Gathering together, we fantasized told each other fictional (of course fictional) stories as one of us peered behind the girl. Once we saw how horses mate … and so on. But most of all we were worried about the “black triangles” and then one day, by one day, we had no one at home. The water in the soul was hot and I decided to show him how they wash in the soul. We went in shared here this kid saw guipure panties of one of the women. He had never seen such people and began to look at them with interest. I pinned and tell him:
– And you pull on yourself.
Well, he pulled it coolly, but suddenly something clicked in my head and … in general, I put it on the edge of the bath and (ashamed to say), ”his members took his members in his mouth! I liked the sensations, the kid is all the more so. That’s it, we thought out to wash and turning on the water under warm streams, I began to explore his body with his lips. It was something new. Hitherto unknown to me, but terribly pleasant to me. I played my tongue and lips with his nipples for a long time and at the same time played with his hand (so as not to say “jerking off”), his cock!
And starting from that day, our relationship has grown into not just the game when we both touched each other … We have a role! I realized that it is much more pleasant for me to caress him himself than he did it to me (maybe he just did Cherovo), and so gradually we reached anal sex. He had a member then less than I had about half, and therefore even for a long time to pull the lots of “someone” did not have to. They measured it – mine did not fit him, but it is to me … on the second attempt. In short, starting from this moment,
In our games I have always been to the role of a girl. Although, I had no other feminine.
I did not paint (as at first I was afraid that now I would begin to wag the ass and paint my lips), no rest I remained a normal kid, I still liked the older girl (the kid had the eldest sister and I persuaded him to see her, but he was looking for him, but heI did not agree), but it was in this that I liked my role. So it went. We were looking for more and more new ways and tried a lot of things. He liked to bring me to orgasm, and then play with my sperm, and I liked to play with his “string”, I was waiting for everything when he had sperm, but never appeared that year. Then I somehow parted with him, and when we met again, we were already older, and we naturally were “west”
So this story ended. There were others later and with other “friends-units”, but we had such long and subtle “relations” only with him. Then we never remembered this, and it seems to me that if he did not forget it, he is trying to not remember intensely. Although … who knows him there.
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