Sexual orientation :
My First Time (Man/Boy)
As far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to be with men. I started touching myself around 6 years old, and it felt so good. I would find men old enough to be my father, so very attractive.
From the time I was 6, I spent 3 years throwing myself into dangerous situations. I would walk or ride my bike for miles trying to find men I could possibly seduce into kidnapping me and using me, like I had been fantasizing about.
I remember one situation very clearly. I was about 8, I decided I wanted to go explore a new subdivision being built behind where my parents lived. I put on my tightest pair of spandex bike shorts and a matching tank top, which happened to be a little loose around the top, my small chest and nipples would show every time there was slight movement in my upper body.
I hopped on my bike and off I went. I had been thinking about exploring back here for a while, but construction seemed to be going really slow, I remember growing impatient just watching empty land sit after the new neighborhood streets had been paved. I could hear hammering from my bedroom window, so I knew they must have something erected by now.
I peddled my way down a long winding street, and soon enough I could see the roof of a new home peaking from the top of tree filled streets in the new neighborhood, I knew it would only be a matter of time before those trees were torn down, new homes were built, and hot sexy construction men would be shirtless all summer long constructing these new homes. I made a sharp left turn, and sure enough, there wasn't just one new home, but 3 others as well down this back street, lots of space between all of them. As my young eyes scanned for men, I quickly spotted the tail end of a white van that was semi parked in a garage, it was the house farthest away, so quickly I peddled, and I could feel my penis get hard, thinking about being starred at by older men really excited me.
I finally approached the last house on the back street. I looked back over my shoulder to see how far I peddled my bike, and didn't realize how far down this one house was, the only one that appeared to have any work going on on it, the only house with a white panel van parked at it, I thought, this surely was where the workers were. I was so excited that I hopped off my bike before it came to a complete stop and it kept going for about 5 feet before it crashed down on the newly paved cement, making a pretty loud bang when it it, and an echo followed.
My heart was beating fast, I could hear a little bit of movement coming from inside somewhere. The driveway was long, the white panel van was half parked inside the garage and I could see the back doors of it were open with ladders hanging out the back. As I walked slowly up the driveway, I decided I should pull my pants down a little in the back to expose my young juicy ass, and I pulled my pants down a little in the front as well, to show off my flat stomach, I knew I looked yummy.
The closer I got to the garage, the more I was able to hear. I heard grunting, I knew this man must have been working really hard. I made a slight left into the garage, and was amazed at how unfinished the house was. The outside looked almost complete, the inside was a different story, I remembered thinking it looked like a skeleton on the inside, you could see right through most of the walls. My thought process was quickly interrupted, I noticed that the white panel van was actually moving, and the grunting was coming from inside of the van. At this point, I was really scared, my heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my throat. As I walked, I made sure to shake my ass, and look as innocent as possible. The passenger side door was slightly ajar, I could now see a man sitting in the seat, his right hand moving furiously across his lap. I took one more step and heard a loud "pop" sound, I quickly looked down and noticed I had just stepped on bubble wrap. The mans movement quickly stopped, I saw just his head move, I was very scared I thought maybe I should run, but something told me to just stand still. I saw his eyes on me. I could tell he was scanning me. It looked as though he was looking at my lowered spandex shorts, the his eyes moved up, and I knew he was looking at my left nipple that was exposed from my shifted tank top.
He said something in spanish, but I didn't understand. His door opened. He looked young, in his 20's, probably early 20's. He had the most beautiful black hair, and as he stood up, I slowly started to understand that he had been sitting in the passenger seat, jerking off. As he slowly slithered out of the van, he didn't bother pulling his pants up, he had abs, his white t-shirt was stained and the right sleeve was torn off, exposing his hardened bicep. I couldn't stop admiring all of the bulges of his hard body. My eyes moved to his crotch, where his beautiful uncut meat just hung out of the top of his jeans. He placed his right hand over his meat, his bicep flexing, my eyes couldn't figure out where to land, I felt light headed, my heart continued to pound, and I couldn't help hear a whisper inside my head "you are about to get exactly what you've been looking for."
Will finish writing when I get home...