As a boy subject to the misfortune of having a hormone imbalance, nothing filled me with such a sens
As a boy subject to the misfortune of having a hormone imbalance, nothing filled me with such a sense of dread, than with my family’s upcoming planned holiday in the summer, the thought of wearing to the beach, the bikini that mother bought me. How I reacted in horror when mother first presented it to me, dismissing my concerns, telling me to “stop being so dramatic.” That it was “only swimwear”, and that my sisters “wore them all the time”, including on the upcoming holiday.How my trepidation would influence my dreams….. imagining me, my delicate, thin, girlish body in my tiny little bikini, self consciously aware of all the eyes of the men around me on the beach…. imagining all the awful, unspeakable things they wanted to do to my pert little bottom…. To drive their large cocks between my pert cheeks, and fuck me so relentlessly. To make me scream out in bliss….. in ecstasy! The profound shock and shame in being awakened, and being aware that I was capable of such thoughts, was compounded, by also finding my member climaxing into my bedsheets. The profound shock and shame, in how I couldn’t deny, that I wanted it so disparately badly…… -- source link