It was always so difficult to imagine how mortified father would have been if he had known of what b
It was always so difficult to imagine how mortified father would have been if he had known of what became of me, his small, delicate, shy son, while I lived with mother.How over time, I would slowly succumb to mother’s eccentricities. Where once, typical of a boy, the very idea of applying the slightest hint of makeup to cover a zit would be unthinkable, let alone the idea of wearing a skirt. How with time, things could so change. How I could not only become used to things I once had such an aversion to, to even coming to like them.Perhaps nothing would be so profound a change, as a typical boy who could never imagine desiring anything other than women, how my changing circumstances would lead me to thinking disturbing thoughts that I had never entertained before, about boys. And however much these thoughts so made me uncomfortable, how with time, not only would I progressively become used to them, overwhelmed and unable to resist pleasuring myself to them, but there would come a time where I would be pleasuring myself to them, more often than to women. Until a time came, where months had passed since I fantasized about women, that I found I ceased to desire them, and that very night, watching gay porn for the first time. The unthinkable had happened, from then I only watched gay porn, with girls rapidly becoming a distinct turn off. -- source link
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