Start having sex and being with about XNUMX people

What I am writing is not a story, it is a memory, and for the first time I am writing a story that started at the age of XNUMX and was unbelievable to some, but it also happened to me that because I lived in a village, I saw sheep climbing and the reason I did not know. Think about it. My hole was going up and down, I do not remember any more details, and I always wanted to ask the details of this person, who was about XNUMX or XNUMX years old at the time, how he dared to kill a XNUMX-year-old child, but I never found the courage to tell him later. I rarely give it to him. Certainly, if my father found out, he would kill him because he was white and relatively beautiful in the eyes of the children, but because of my father's morals, I did not dare much. It was strange. They said that this has always been a mystery and I am like some people who say that they became old in this way I was not gay, but due to lack of love and modesty, many people made me. Of course, most of them were mostly in Mali Soft, but a few of them were really professional. One of the interesting things was that the person who made me a teenager, we both used to do it later, that is, I had grown up. We had sex with some of our peers in such a way that because there was no water, by going up to XNUMX, everyone was up and down, and we changed our clothes. It may be strange for urban children, but rural children are more gay. Adolescence, of course, at that time, from the point of being with this person for XNUMX years, that is, from adolescence to middle age, who a few years ago so-called repented and left aside, this person introduced someone who is now nearly XNUMX years old. It started and every now and then I find someone. There are many other problems after more than XNUMX years I also do not dare to say that I have always wanted someone like me to do it, that is, to understand how the other side can have sex. The satisfaction of both parties is satisfactory. I'm more interested in seeing the scattered real memories that come to my mind. I'm not very good at talking until they ask me something. I do not answer.