They Loved My Penis

I was something of a late bloomer, and didn't reach puberty until I was about 17. I worried about whether I would ever develop at the time, but now, many years later, I am delighted because it is that late development gave me some great sexual experiences. I discovered that a large number of men have a strong attraction for young boys who are pre-pubescent. And while I didn't have the secondary characteristics of sexual maturity---meaning I was still pretty small and had no pubic hair---I did have a fairly strong sexual desire. Especially, I had the desire to be masturbated and to have men do other things to me. I just loved it, teasing them and making them beg for my dick. The number one thing I found was that the cuter and more "feminine" I looked, the more men were drawn to me. I didn't dress up like a girl or anything, but I did love to wear loose shorts and once in a while, I would put on a little mascara. It got to the point that I was fairly convinced I could get most any man to play with my "little buddy" and often go down on it. One of my most clearly remembered experiences was a time when I was visiting my uncle's house for the summer when I was 16; I looked younger than that. My uncle taught at a local university, and was a very outgoing professor, and he would get some of his students to help him with yard work sometimes, and would then give them a big meal as appreciation. At the time I recall, my uncle and aunt were out of town for the day, and one of the students, aged about 17, was at the house, and there was no one else there. He had intended to do some work outside, but it started to rain. I had a scary movie on the television and was only wearing a T-shirt and my little loose shorts. The student, who I'll call Rob, came in and plopped down on the floor and started watching the movie with me. I wanted him to masturbate me. He was married, so I assumed he was not gay. I had been sitting on a chair and so I got on the floor and said I was scared, and so I scooted up next to him, close, and so we were both watching the television set with him behind me---my back was up against him. When something scary happened on the movie, I grabbed his arms and held them against me. Things would calm down in the movie, and he would relax his arms along my side. I'd wiggle a little and then something scary would happen again and I'd grab his hands, and then I'd let them relax kind of near my lap. I told him I was sure glad he was there, because I was scared by the movie. I had a hard-on of course, under those shorts, and when I relaxed his arms, and dropped them in my lap, he could feel it. He didn't draw away, but he didn't do anything, either. So I went ahead and put my hand on his hand and then moved his hand right to my little dick. He still didn't draw away, and so I showed him what I wanted him to do---to rub me. He got the message and lightly rubbed me through my shorts, which is just what I wanted him to do. I could feel he was getting big in his pants right behind me, too. He got more and more excited---so did I---and then I took his hand and put it up one of the legs of those wonderful loose shorts, which were perfect for guys to get their hands up and on my stiff little dick. He played with me for quite a while, and then of course, the shorts came off altogether. It finally reached the point where I told him what I wanted him to do next, and he was so hot he was thrilled to oblige. This being Solo Touch, I don't guess I am allowed to say, but you know. This was the first experience with Rob, but wasn't the last. In fact, it was the start of a lot of great times I had that summer with a number of guys. If this story turns anyone on---I get excited again, years later---write me in the Comments section, and I can relate some more.