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My Constant Hunger.
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My Constant Hunger. I first became cognizant of it when I was in Kindergarten. Texas law required a be six years old before the school year started. Given that my birthday fell on September 22nd, so I was six at the time. The<b> neighbor </font></b>girl was in Second grade, but only a year or so older. It began as a game of Show Me Yours, I'll Show You Mine. We found a secluded spot behind a neighbor's garage that backed up another yard. The thick foliage made it difficult for us seen from that direction and the garage blocked the view otherwise. Of course, someone could have come around the corner from either direction and busted us, but we were consumed with curiosity and excited anticipation. She was a little more shy than myself, so I went first. After staring at me for a bit, she asked touch . I consented and settled back against the back wall behind the garage with my pants and underwear at my knees. She began caressing my prepubescent sex while becoming mesmerized by my maleness. The feeling of her hands awakened some secret part of myself as the resulting sexual energy sent golden waves of warm goodness throughout my body. Of course at the age of six I had no idea what was happening inside my body. I simply knew it felt real good. I was in heaven. We stole away after that day on a regular basis. She never asked for reciprocation and so I never even saw her bare pussy, let alone touch it. We moved away after the school year ended due to my father's wor She wrote one letter after I left saying that I was the nicest boy she knew and that she missed . This experience lay dormant within until I reached puberty. I was always very aware of my sensual nature far beyond the scope of sexuality. In my new location, I spent hours roaming the woods of east Texas, absorbing the sights, sounds, and smells of my surroundings. After these forays, my mother would have me strip naked so that she could inspect my body for wood ticks. I would patiently stand there in the bathroom as she would remove the tiny invaders that inevitably attached themselves . While there was no sexual component, I savored those moments standing in the nude, feeling the air touching my entire body. A feeling I continue to enjoy to this day. My first experience of ejaculation came unexpectedly when I was around twelve or so. I was drying myself after a bath and became lost in the feeling of the soft towel upon my skin. Particularly as I rubbed it against my genitals. I may have even began recalling the tender caresses of the<b> neighbor </font></b>girl's hands. As I continued to rub the towel against my penis, a need for pleasure swelled with a foreign sense of urgency from deep within me. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a previously unknown explosion of pleasure that accompanied the expulsion of thick, white fluid from my body. My knees almost buckled as my body pulsated with my first conscious orgasm. Though initially scared by what happened and not understanding it, I soon became emboldened when there were no lingering negative effects upon me. As I was raised in a conservative, religious household, I kept this secret to myself. But I was hooked to the intensity of the sensual experience. I have been an avid masturbator ever since. As I have grown older, and perhaps wiser, I have explored my sexuality in various and sundry ways. My hunger to feel sexual energy coursing throughout my has never been stronger than it is today. My experiences have taught me ways in which to harness these desires, yet they remain as constant as ever. The need for sex, for me, is akin to the need for food and air. It is natural and abiding despite living in a culture that seeks to curtail and censor it. This constant hunger of mine remains mostly in the shadows until opportunities arise for its release. I have learned to be highly selective with whom I share this side of myself. While my gaze is drawn in many different directions as my deep, dark cravings seek expression, I am prone to wait for the initiation of others before acting. Even if they extend the entirety of themselves towards me, I patiently hold back until I am able to determine if they are ready for me, for my hunger is not only constant, it is all-consuming and my appetite voracious.  |
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