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The Boy Likes Boobs

Posted by: Age: 27 Posted on: 3 comments
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Raised Catholic, but loves boobs. A lonely man with urges.


It's confusing being me. I was raised Catholic. Around the age of twelve or so I discovered in a book about puberty that masturbation was apparently a sin in my Catholic religion. The subject of masturbation and its immorality had never been broached in my family to me, or in church, or at school. I was shocked and disappointed to learn that because I wanted to be a good Catholic but I liked to masturbate and had been masturbating for at least a couple of years by the time I read that. Sometimes I act out of faith and try to put aside my sinful habits. I mention my sins when I receive the sacrament of Reconciliation. Then other times I don't know what I believe. One of my priests is like a counselor to me. He would be very disappointed if he knew I were posting something on a website like this. Other times the hungry human part of me takes over and I have to play with my penis and look at boobies! One of my favorite things in life is playing with boobs. If I can't play with boobs, (which doesn't occur often enough for me, I'm a single guy) then I have to look at boobs on the computer screen. I go on boob blogs on tumblr. As far as pictures go, almost nothing turns me on more than seeing a woman's face and boobs together in the same picture! Tonight I'm laying awake in bed. I worked earlier tonight and tomorrow I have to wake up earlier than I'd like to, to go to a job that I'm not that excited to go to. I'm single and I have been for a very long time. My longest relationship to date only lasted about four dates, and that was over five years ago. The urges came over me tonight. I had to take pictures of my erect penis for the first time this year. I felt so horny. I felt like capturing the moment. I had to go on tumblr and look up voluptuous women with their boobs exposed. I masturbated to the most beautiful, pleasant looking ones, with the most reassuring and trustworthy faces. I like soft porn. I consider myself a gentle creature. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to look at porn. I wish a woman would play with me. But there are traits about me, and an innate shyness that probably keep the ladies away. I'm not as rich or established as I could be by this age. I don't have much privacy. I hardly trust having company over, after I've been robbed in the past. Sometimes it's easier and safer to take out my urges over the computer and look at girls who can't hurt me or judge me or think I'm weird or depressed or ugly. But it makes me sad that they're not aware of my existence, that they don't love me, that they can't see me back, and that they don't appreciate or accept me. I'm not sure if jerking off fulfills me, or if it's just like a nervous tic, an ingrained compulsion that I give into. Part of me wishes a woman were here right now, gently running her finger ever-so-softly against my throbbing shaft. I feel so many emotions at once. Guilt. Horniness. A desire to be holy and to avoid sin. A desire to play with your boobs as you lick my balls. Loneliness. A sense of waiting and waiting. A sense that I don't know which way I'm running. A sense of going back and forth. A sense of going backwards without making any progress in life. I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone sometimes. An unaired version with lots of boobs and jerking off that wouldn't get past the censors of 1959. It's the story of a lonely man with rosary beads in one hand, but his eyes allured by all the village women's breasts. A man who couldn't hide his erection from the eyes of the horny internet, his would-be friends, his fellow surfers and sufferers. I wonder what women really think of me. Are you a woman? Are you turned on by anything I've mentioned? Or do you feel like chatting about something that's resonated with you? I'm sure there are men reading who can relate with parts of this story. Is anyone touching themself while reading this story? I know I tease my dick while I browse the stories on here. It's comforting to know that in our most private moments, we're not alone. That somewhere else, someone just as horny or as lonely is fantasizng or masturbating or filled with yearning of their own too. Part of me has a crazy thought. What if I met a special someone through Solo Touch? One can dream I suppose. It kills time during the sleepless night before work. I know one friend from my past who would tell me that I'm looking for love in the wrong place, to think such a thought. I suppose these are the ramblings of a twenty-first century masturbator.

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