The distance from an agent to the object

Hello dear friends, there is no story of sexy scenes that will satisfy you or make you think, it is just a few lines of the author's language and what is happening around him. I respect your opinions. I continue, even if some of them think that I should not write. I was XNUMX years old when I did not understand the real meaning of sex, the only thing that could be understood or thought about. I mean, my organs and testicles move, but it did not turn blue. I wanted sex, I wanted to try it, but my distance was full of emptiness, which gradually took me inside to boys. I wanted my friends to try each one of them. It could not have been a boy my age or younger in the place and I had not done it. I even remember the first time I came and I had a lot of fun. I was holding it in my hand and I had a good feeling that I was pouring water on one of my buttocks to the point that no one Q: Our blood was no longer flowing as if we realized that our house was not a good place to go, and I had to offer to be two-way so that the other side would be satisfied. This way of my sex life continued until the first year of high school, I kept in touch with only two people, we had sex with each other because we were close friends, and in his own time, it was not bad, he answered my needs and always took the lead in my relationship. I would get up and tell him to do his job so that he would get tired so that I could satisfy him, and when I got wet, I immediately hated everything that was boyish and gay. He could not always go to the side, or there was no cash that was in our ass. Relationships were repeated and our age gradually got older and we turned XNUMX at the age of XNUMX. I was in the place and I fell in love with Kir. He would take my finger and I would eat it to get it right and he would arrange it for me and I would enjoy it until now, I could not be satisfied with my ass, but what I noticed was that the anus felt like under the head of the penis and it was exactly the same feeling that you had. I felt you giving in with pain and a strange feeling. This was the distance between the subject and an object of lust.