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Young & Hung/ry? (g Porn)

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A woman recalls the start of her porn addiction… Trigger Warning: Social Justice

Hi, my name is Lisa, and I’m a sex addict. Too bad there’s no meetings for SAA here, just NA, and AA. The problem with that is that once they find out you’re a sex addict, the guys seem to take that to mean you’re a slut, and a nympho, so they took advantage of me, and led me off the dildo wagon.

Reading other people’s stories here, I guess it’s not all that uncommon for it to start with porn, and learning about sex from porn, when you’re too young to understand might not be the cause of it, but my therapist said that it might have affected how I acted on it.

I don’t know, but she’s not a sex addict, so she thought it might be a good idea to find a community where people understand my problem, online. Since Empathy doesn’t seem to work with men, they hear about my problem, and their urges take over, but let me go back to the beginning.

I’m older now, it doesn’t matter how old, but old enough to remember back before internet porn. When boys got into their father’s stashes of magazines, hid under the bed, but being an only child, and a latchkey girl, I didn’t know about that yet.

Basically, mom, and dad both worked, so they got Mrs Sanders to watch me after school. Sometimes over at my house, while others I went over there when I got off the bus. At first, but then one day, I was down in the den, and I found something.

I wasn’t looking for it, I was looking for the remote, since she sent me down there because it was quiet. To work on my homework, but it was a little too quiet, so I turned on the TV, and looked for the remote. They had basic cable, which ment Mtv, or VH1, I just thought I’d put on some music to listen to while I did my homework, but I couldn’t find the remote.

It wasn’t underneath the sofa, which is the first place I looked. I never did find it, but when I checked behind the couch cushions, and down the sides, I discovered that it was a hideabed. It wasn’t down the sides, so I checked deeper in the back, and finally felt the corner of a magazine, so I pulled the springs, and mattress up to check.

I guess it’s no surprise what kinds of magazines I’m talking about there, but what might surprise you is the one on top was a Playgirl. Not playboys, and then when I picked that up, I saw the other one under it was called YOUNG & HUNG.

I didn’t understand it. I don’t know, maybe I was about 8, or 9, when I first found it, but I kept coming back. Spending the afternoons down in their den, and looking at pictures of naked boys. There wasn’t any asphyx, in Young & Hung for example, I didn’t discover that until later, when I got a computer, and found some underground sites like Necrobabes.

Oh, right. Now I remember, the boy on the cover had his shorts on, but he was teasing the waistband, and I thought he was rubbing his tummy. He had his head tilted, to look at the cameraman sideways, but I thought it said Young and Hungry, because it looked like he was rubbing his tummy.

Boy, was I wrong, because as soon as I started looking for recipes inside, instead I found pictures of him. Fully clothed, but taking off his shirt, then with his pants unbuttoned, then another photo like the one on the cover, only he had his fingertips inside the front of his underwear, and a boner just showing through the tight white fabric.

Not tighty whiteys, boxer shorts, but plain white ones, pulled tight to show off his boner, and balls hanging down in the crotch. Then, on the next page, he turned around. Bent over, and slowly pulled them down to show his butt crack. Then his bare balls, and then finally, his dick.

Not a little dick, but that shouldn’t surprise you, either. Appearing in Young & Hung, he had to be at least 18, but he looked younger. Skinnier, and pale with tan lines around his arms, and above his knees from going outside in shorts, and a teeshirt.

Then, he stuck his finger in his asshole, to make it hang limp. I guess, I don’t know why some boys get hard with a stinky pinky, while others can’t keep it up, but it’s not because it might be gay. You know, anal? Well, if they had a problem with that, they sure wouldn’t be posing in Young and Hung, knowing the kinds of men that buy those, instead of Juggs, or the like.

I was just confused at first, but also a little hungry, and since it didn’t have any recipes in it, I put everything back, and went up to ask Mrs. Sanders to make me a snack.

They were a young couple, and didn’t have any kids, yet. I didn’t realize that the reason why they didn’t have children of their own had anything to do with the men’s magazines downstairs, but I didn’t ask her. I remember she was cooking dinner, but she had the celery out with the carrots, and an onion she hadn’t chopped up yet, so she let me take a stick, and fill it with peanut butter to stick raisins to. I took it back down, and just did my homework, but the next time I was over there, I remembered the stash, and went right to it, without even getting out my workbooks.

I don’t know if that was when I started reading what they said, instead of looking at the pictures, but I was just curious what that was all about. Why they took off their clothes, and stuck their fingers in their butts. I tried that, but not knowing anything about lube, it just hurt, and made me wonder why anyone would do that.

So, I went back, and remembered that there were words to go along with the pictures, but the YOUNG & HUNG I found was a different one. With a different boy, in a different pose, holding up an old issue of YOUNG & HUNG. If he had a hard-on, you couldn’t see it, with his arm in the way, but I flipped through it until I saw him.

In a different outfit, but still doing pretty much the same thing. Putting the magazine down on his bed, and laying down to read it. I had the hideabed right there, so I got on it the same way, face down, but up on our elbows, so our butts stuck up in the back, and flipped through it.

Reading the quotes at the bottom, I don’t remember exactly what they said, but fairly typical porno mag things. Even if you avoided the gay themed ones, it isn’t really any different. He’s so lonely, and all he has is the pictures of men. I remember that, he said “Men,” not boys, because they were all young looking guys, and I wondered if they had men, in the one he was reading?

I couldn’t tell, but he went on. Turned over on his side, and rubbed himself hard through his jeans. Showing it down the pantleg, and unbuttoning the fly. Talking about wishing I was there, only of course he was really talking about a man. A big hairy man, with bulging muscles, and a big hard cock. Like his, when he finally got it out, but it was that kind of magazine. Instead of going right to posing naked, jerking off, and sticking things in their rears, they always started off fully clothed, stripped, and then worked their way up to the big finish. Either plunging dildos, and butt plugs in their asses, if they’re bottoms, or holding it up in front of the camera, and cumming if they’re tops.

I didn’t even know what Gay ment, because it was something you heard boys say, but without knowing any boys, we pretty much kept to our own tables at school. Talked about kissing and stuff with girls, but you sometimes heard them yell out “That’s so gay,” or call each other “Faggot.” That was about it, but all the young men in the magazines were gay, except in the Playgirl.

Just the 1 issue of Playgirl, and once I thought to check the dates, I come to find out that was the oldest one. The first one he bought because it wasn’t satisfying, but I read the articles cover to cover, just like the rest of them. The difference is that Playgirl is geared more towards women, only it’s really made by men, so they made a bunch of mistakes, like assuming all that women want to look at is hunks, with deep tans, and stuff.

Almost as if they either didn’t know that gay men were as likely to buy a copy, or more likely they just didn’t admit it, openly. It was porn for women, right? So, what do women want to look at?

Well, honestly, as far as I can tell, most of the women, and girls I talked to about it would rather read a story, where they talk about how it feels, and get some idea of what the man is like, as a person. They can’t really get emotionally attached to just a picture, no matter how good looking he is, how fit his body, and how big his dick is.

Even if she is a size queen, and has a preference, you know what? She’s just as likely to ask if he’s circumcised, and if not, how well does he rinse it, after he washes out the foreskin. Why? Because even if he is clean enough, if you want her to put it in her mouth, and suck it, the taste of soap residue is a real turnoff.

Something they don’t warn you about in Playgirl, because the men that write the articles about how to land that perfect man, or 7 tips on cheating without getting caught might have thought about hygiene, but never thought about soap residue, because they never sucked a dick before.

So, a long story short, I didn’t know most of this stuff either, so I got a lot of messed up ideas in my head. For example, Chicks with Dicks aren’t really men who only went halfway through a sex change, because they didn’t have any stories about men having sex changes. Just an ad in the back for videos, like Chicks with Dicks, so if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that some girls just got penises somehow.

4 hours of hot Shemale Action. That’s how I found out about movies, and I mean more than R rated late night cable movies, but full on XXX hardcore pron, with German Goo Girls, gangbangs, and.

Oh yeah, the theater. That was a pretty popular one, going out to the closest adult theater, and paying for a gay movie. So you could meet other guys, and have sex orgies in the theater, instead of watching the action, and beating off. Or at least seeing a guy off in the corner, and asking him if he needs a hand with that?

My problem was that they didn’t have a whole lot on straight girls, playing with themselves, so I had no idea how to do it. Also, I was a little girl, so most of the stuff I had down there wasn’t really turned on yet. I’d never actually been turned on before, and I had no idea what that felt like, I just thought I’d found a secret stash of information on what grownups did when there weren’t any kids around, because all we heard was “Not in front of the children,” when they started getting intimate, and then they shut the door. Or told us to go out, and play, or called a sitter to watch you while they went out on a date.

That was normal grownup stuff, meaning a man and a woman, if they weren’t married to each other, then it was adultery. Just from the Playgirl articles, I put 2, and 2 together. That big thing goes in there, instead of up the butt, unless you needed advice on how to tell your boyfriend you’re ready for anal sex.

Because that’s a discussion, women have trouble with, all the time. Instead of just coming right out and saying “Okay,” the next time he asks you if you want it in the ass. Or just starts going there without asking, when they should have given you advice on lube, and how to tell him to slow down, so you can loosen up.

Skip ahead I don’t know, maybe a couple years. Before I actually got to see a XXX movie, because Mr. Sanders got one from the Back Room. I knew that, because the plain white bag had [Back Room] printed on it, so they didn’t just pull it out in front of everybody when they turned it in.

[Bi Bi Boys] was the title, and that really helped, because there was at least some girls in it. Young girls, I don’t mean my age, maybe 10 or 11? 18 as always, but again, they looked young just like the boys, and they shaved everything to look even younger, but they had some boobs. Not a whole lot, let alone implants, but they weren’t as flat as boards, either.

All I had were nipples, and they hadn’t even started turning pink yet, but of course most of the focus was on the boys, because that was the kind of men they made it for. Gay men, but closeted, so if they went to the video store, they didn’t have to ask any questions about why they’re renting a hot young boys video. it’s bisexual, see? Threesomes, and gangbangs, not gay at all, right?

I guess, I kinda made that all up to explain what I still didn’t truly understand, but I did get one thing: Being gay was bad, and all the other stuff like cock sucking, and butt fucking was bad too, but by then, I had figured out the basics, pretty much all on my own. How to play with myself, without a dick to grip, and pump for a big white finish all over my tummy, or lap, or just standing up so it dripped down, and left a clear string shining in the studio lights.

Now, it turns out that I’m not transgender. My therapist gave me the test, and that wasn’t it, so the theory is that my childhood exposure gave me inappropriate role models. Gay men, so that’s what I thought sexy was. I still do, too bad I’m not their type, so I had to make do with straight guys, and the few bisexual men I could find online.

Unfortunately, none of them were like the boys in the magazines. They were all married, and fat, while the boys that look the part. They want the other kind of threesomes, where two girls act gay for them, but they don’t think it through.

Guys, girls are multi-orgasmic. You aren’t, so what happens when you finish? I’ll tell you what, they always go out for a smoke, or take a shower, leaving us alone together, and then it gets awkward. Because I’m not bisexual, I’m a sex addict, there’s a difference. Yeah, I had sex with couples, and yeah I even licked pussy like a lesbo, but that was just acting, until he was gone.

I hate to break it to you guys, but once you leave, we don’t keep going, like in the movies, before the man shows up. We mostly talk about you, behind your back, because I don’t know them, and his girlfriend usually has a lot o get off her chest, because she doesn’t have any friends to talk about her boyfriend, or husband’s sick tastes.

I’m sorry. I don’t mean to ruin it with that SJW bullshit, but it’s the truth. It’s your fantasy, and even if you talk your wife, or girlfriend into acting it out, it’s not her fantasy unless she was bisexual to begin with. In which case, you wouldn’t have to talk her into it, just like anal. Also screwing another guy so you can watch, and satisfy her when they’re done, I guess. I never really got a chance to do the cuckhold thing, because that’s not what it’s about. Honestly, I don’t really know what that’s all about, because I’m not a guy, so those guys don’t talk to me in the hopes of joining them in bed.

I get the straight guys, who like bisexual chicks and try to make their girlfriends bicurious instead.

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Chapter II: Bi Bi Boys

I guess I better start over, or go back to the point I was trying to make, before I got side tracked. The Bi Bi Boys video was informative, if not educational. Sure, the girl in it was a lot older, and a little more mature, but I could imagine getting boy friends like that when I grew up, because they made it look easy.

Unfortunately, they didn’t really get past the making out stage, and taking off each other’s clothes, because then the music started. I guess I had it turned up pretty loud, so I could hear the sounds she was making, and compare it to the muffled moans I heard through the door when mom was getting it.

At least I knew what she was getting by then, because she always kept her voice down, and shushed dad, because I was “In bed.” Or so she thought, but I was already getting up to listen through the door, because it wasn’t as muffled as they were through the wall with both doors shut.

Unfortunately, the music didn’t sound like Pop, Alternative Rock, or Hip Hop, because it was from the 80s, I guess. An old video, it sure sounded like 70s, or 80s, but I never found that exact same one to check the date, and see how it ended. It turned out to be a series, that ran for decades, and I don’t even remember the number. It could have been Bi Bi Boys #1, or 100.

A long story short, Mrs. Sanders heard it, and called down the stairs to interrupt me. She asked if I was dressed, and I lied. Pulled my school dress back on, and popped the tape out, before I went over to the bottom of the stairs.

So then, we went up, and didn’t talk about it in the kitchen. While she kept cooking, but I could tell something was different about the way she did it. She was cooking mad, and avoiding all my questions, but changing the subject. So, I could tell she didn’t want to know what I was watching, even though she knew from the porno music.

I don’t remember the whole conversation, or even who said what, but the gist of it was, they didn’t find out that he was gay. Well, she made a face, when she said “Homosexual.” Every time she said it, and usually she took a deep breath, and hesitated to admit it out loud. She didn’t go into any more detail, but they saved themselves, until they were married, and they couldn’t consummate it, but they made vows, and rather than swinging, they decided to keep them.

That’s why he kept his stroke material downstairs, folded up in the hideabed, because she didn’t want it upstairs, in his bedroom. Oh yeah, and they didn’t just have separate beds, they had his bedroom, her bedroom, and a sewing room for the third one. So, I guess she got 2 bedrooms out of it, but he turned the downstairs into a den, and a “Study.” With a TV, VCR, desk, and a couch that folded out for guests, but he never slept down there, because he had his own bedroom.

She just didn’t know where he kept his secret stash, because she didn’t want to. She found it once, and was horrified mostly because of how young all the boys looked, but she just finished making the bed, and never turned the mattress over again. So, she didn’t even know that he moved it all downstairs where I could find it, looking for the remote, a couple years ago.

Then, he got home, hugged, and kissed her, and asked her what was wrong. She told him that “Dinner isn’t ready yet, so why don’t you take her home. I’m sure she has a lot of questions for you to answer.”

She was still mad, but boy did I! I had to go down to get my backpack, and he followed after me, to put everything back where it goes. He said he was sure that I was confused by what I saw, on the video. Slipping the tape back in the plain white cardboard sleeve, with nothing but a number on it.

“Not really, I didn’t get to see much of it anyway, but you’re bisexual, huh?” I guessed.

“No, honestly. I’m gay.” He took a deep breath, and sighed in relief, just admitting that out loud. I didn’t realize it until later, because I didn’t think about it with him right there. I had my head full of all the questions I had to ask, but honestly, I was scared of getting caught, and keeping the secret was a lot of stress on me too, but in retrospect, it was a relief to get it off my chest, too.

So then, we got in the car, and just drove around the block. Over, and over again, until I ran out of questions, and he took me home. Honestly, he could have just walked me around the corner, and nobody would have thought anything about it, because everyone knew that his wife watched me after school while my parents were at work.

Again, I don’t remember the whole conversation, this was years ago, but he asked how much I saw, before his wife interrupted me.

“Well, they started kissing on the couch, and feeling each other’s legs.” She was in the middle, but it didn’t take long for them to lean over, and kiss in front of her, with their hands in each other’s crotches. “Then, they got up, and took turns getting undressed, while the other 2 made out watching. First one boy, then the other, then when it was her turn, the two boys kissed, and pulled each other hard.”

He nodded, “I watched it, already.”

“Uhm, if you’re gay, than how come you like to watch threesomes with a girl in it? Wouldn’t 3 boys be better?”

“It’s what they had in the store, and it’s not as if, I don’t like seeing women naked. I’m married, I have a wife.”

“Oh yeah, and why did you marry a woman?”

“Huh!” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t know. I was in denial, and though I always felt that there was something, different about me, I didn’t even want to admit it to myself, because I was scared that the other boys wouldn’t like me, if they knew how I felt about them, and they wouldn’t want to be my friend any more. Then, I fell in love with Grace, and. I do love her, still. I thought that that might be enough, to get over not being physically aroused by her body, but I was wrong.” So, that explained why they never had kids, better than sideways alluding to never consummating their marriage, whatever that ment.

“So, that’s why you like them so young, and hung?”

“I don’t care about that,” he also told me not to be fooled by boys that talk about size, and go after the biggest one you can find, once I admitted that I started finding stuff to stick in there. After I asked him how it ended, and he avoided going into any graphic detail, but after decades of watching similar movies, and other installments of that very series, I can guess that they stopped kissing while she sat on the couch, trying to fit both in her mouth at the same time with her hand in her panties while I fingered myself in my underwear watching, and took turns buttfucking.

Oh yeah, and that’s the part she cant stand. His wife, the sodomy? She only said it once, but I thought she made a face when she said homosexual. I thought for sure she would throw up in the sauce pot, and have to start all over from scratch. That’s why she didn’t come downstairs, I bet. She asked if I was dressed, when I was down to my socks, shoes, and panties, but I just bet she was afraid of seeing them bent over, and pumping in and out of asses, even if it was the girl getting double dicked, front and back.

I’m sure they got to that part, eventually, but I didn’t get a chance to, for years. I had to make do with Skinemax, and moms’ raunchy romances. Not my mom’s, she watched soap operas, so I guess she was into married men, cheating, and the possibility of somebody getting murdered, but the most explicit thing she ever read was Miss Marple. Yeah, there was usually an affair behind the murder there too, but since it was from the turn of the century, they barely even got started before the chapter ended, and the next one started with someone finding the body.

Then, I turned 18, and went right over to the new adult bookstore that opened up outside the highway. So, it wasn’t technically in city limits, and the church groups couldn’t legally get them shut down, but you know what? It was especially popular with the local gay men, because they didn’t have a movie theater to go meet each other. Instead, they had booths to watch movies in, with the sound turned up, and a vending machine on the wall to buy rubbers, and lube from.

But, I guess I’ve gone on long enough, and if you’re interested, I can write about my other sexual adventures, but this was just how I got started in the first place…

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Chapter III: No Boys Allowed

So, for the longest time, it feels like, I never got another chance. For one thing, I wasn’t allowed to be friends with boys, and I didn’t have a brother. Not to mention the fact that even when I got to middle school, the boys were still in that awkward balless stage where they wouldn’t come up, and talk to you.

They’d just stand around, and tell dirty jokes. Laugh, and look over, while we sat together, and giggled. Talking about who we thought was cute, and laughing when one of the boys got pushed in our general direction. Hoping yet again that he’d come over, and tell us who he liked, instead of chickening out, and running off.

Probably to jerk off, or at least that was the mode of schoolgirl fantasies at the time. That he was in the boy’s room, right now, and beating off, while trying to guess which one of us he was thinking about. I was the only one that asked “Yeah, but what if he’s gay, and actually thinking about one of the other boys, instead?”

“Ew!” They laughed, but then I got to indulge in my favorite fantasies, out loud. Honestly, I wasn’t the only one, but just the first. “All the best ones are gay,” was the cliche at the time, but sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, if you know what I mean.

So finally, one of them got me alone, and asked me “What’s the deal with you, and gay, and bisexual boys?” In the restroom, while the other girls were still out there giggling, and trying to entice the boys to come over, and talk to them.

“Well, I don’t know. I just thought that if I ever got one, a bisexual boyfriend, then maybe he might want to do a threesome with him, and another boy.”

She sighed, “Yeah, that would be hot. If they’re both hot, instead of old, or fat, and nasty.”

So then, we started sharing what we knew, about gay boys, since bisexual ones wasn’t really the kind of thing they talked about. Wrote about, or made too many movies about, that she knew of. So, I finally got to tell her about Bi Bi Boys, and what little I got to watch, but she asked me all kinds of questions about them.

The boys, and the girl, like whether or not she was hairy? “No, they were shaved. They all shaved, but the blond boy, he was tanned all over. He wasn’t a natural blond, I could tell because he had brown eyebrows, and his roots were showing.”

“Did he have long hair?”

“No, not really, it was short in the back, but long enough to hang down in front. Not like bangs, but a little bit, so you couldn’t see his hairline.”

“Like a combover?..” That kind of thing, and I’m not going to give her name, neither. Since we wound up trying some pretty dirty things together, even though neither one of us was gay, but we didn’t really know any boys we could fool around with, let alone any bisexual ones.

Then, she brought a dirty book to school, and it was muddy on the back pages, because she found it on the side of the road, out by a rest stop.

So, she told me that story first. She had gone on a road trip, with her family over the summer, and they had to pull over for a restroom break. That’s where she found it, just thrown away, but nowhere near the trash cans, let alone the men’s room. Out by the parking lot, so she guessed maybe somebody was using it in their car, and threw it away for some reason, but that’s where she got her ideas of what gay men are like.

Honestly, the ones in the stories were a lot like girls, only they wanted gay sex, and to do it in the butt, because they didn’t have Vaginas. I don’t know whether it had ads for movies in the back, because the last few pages were ruined, and she had to tear those off to throw them away.

However, they weren’t as much about the pictures, which were drawn instead of taken, but like just 1 picture per story. Also, they were really cartoonish, the way they made everything oversized, they cared about, and barely even drew anything else at all. Some of them didn’t have any nipples, or a belly button. They had absurdly huge penises, though, and balls. Whether they were hard or not, even when it was just curled out of their pants, and leaking, but you could tell it was drawn by a man, because they never showed his face.

Well, not never, but most of the time, you were lucky if they even went all the way up to his shoulders, or neck. When if it’s a straight man, it’s always all about her, you get to see her face, and her mouth in a bigh “O” even if they drew it. When a girl draws someone naked, they always draw the face, usually first, and spend extra time on that, but even if she does do the crocth, she doesn’t go into as much, over-exaggerated detail. Here, it was all about the crotch, the balls, and maybe a little hairy chest, but that was it.

She also had a whole folder full of pictures she drew, only they weren’t like them at all. They were boys she knew, and we all thought were “Cute.” Because we didn’t have any big strong hairy hunks with thick arms, and hairy slabs of muscle on their chests, they were all junior high boys. You know, 12, or 13, so most of them were even shorter than some of the girls in 8th grade with us.

So then, we went over to her house after school, because I didn’t need a sitter any more, and oh yeah. Mrs. Sanders stopped coming over to watch me after school, because I couldn’t go over to her house any more, and then it just got uncomfortable, but I finally got to the point where I could hang out, with the other girls.

As long as I didn’t go out on my own, talk to any strangers, or get in their car, but they didn’t ever tell me what would happen if I did. I figured that out myself, that when they said Strangers, they ment strange Men, and they wanted to talk me into getting into their car to drive off, and sexually assault me. I just figured they’d finish it off by murdering me, and dropping my body off so I couldn’t tell the cops their license plate numbers.

Mom just skipped ahead to the “Dead in a ditch” part, because she’s the one that liked a little murder mystery in with her cheating stories.

So anyway, a long story short, she was up in her room, but she wasn’t expecting us to come over. We missed her after school, because she ditched us, and wen home horny, to take care of it, and borrowed her mom’s vibrator to help herself.

So then, she sat up, and crossed her legs, with her skirt pulled down over her lap, blushing, and sweating. Even though we couldn’t hear the buzz of the vibe, with is pushed down into the side of the mattress, she didn’t have a chance to hide what she was working on.

With her folder open, and sheets pulled out, colored pencils, and her gay stroke story book open on the bed to read while she was drawing.

“Uh!” One of her friends picked up a page, then the other one, while I just stepped back in the corner, and bit my lip. It was just the 4 of us, but I shut the door, before they started asking, the obvious questions, and she had to shush them to “Keep your voices down!”

She had to lean over, and turn the music up, even louder, but she couldn’t get up, sitting on her vibe like that, and then it fell out to hit the floor, and dance around until someone grabbed it, and turned it off. “You got a vibe?”

“No?’ She took it, “It’s not mine, and why don’t you yell louder, so she can hear you?” Over the vacuum cleaner she had running again, after she let us in, and told us she was back in her room.

“Oh,” they looked back at the door, then they giggled. “Sorry,” they looked at each other, but they’re sisters, and though they’re not twins, they were like 14 months? Apart, I think. The end of December, and the beginning of April for the younger one, which is a little hard to believe. That their mom was able to have one for Christmas, breast feed, and then get back in the saddle again to have another one the next year. That must be some kind of record?

So anyway, April (Not her real name) wanted to stay, while her big sister wanted to kick her out, since she was still in 6 grade, but that wasn’t going to happen, and she finally had to passively aggressively threaten to talk to her mom, and ask her some questions about what was going on in here.

“Come on, she’s already 11, and I know you’re into this stuff all ready when you’re in 6 grade too.” I finally talked her out of it, so we could sit down, and giggle, without saying out loud was so funny. While my friend showed the sister what she was drawing, and read some of the juicier parts about gay guys looking for sex, and finding it.

So yeah, that’s where I found out about the Movie Theater trick, years before they did, but “April” made a face, and called it “Gross.” So, then she started reading even grosser parts, since April was freaked out by guys sucking dick under the stalls in a bathroom, she flipped back to another part where the top ate out his bottom’s ass since they didn’t have any lube. You think anal sex is gross, oral/anal sex is even grosser, so finally April’s sister took her home.

Which just left me, and her, in her room. With her home made porn, and the vibrator. So, we took turns sticking in in our pants. She took off her dress, and pulled on pants, so she could zip them up with it sticking out the fly, so I could get down on the floor, and practice giving her a blow-job. Then, I go horny from that, and got up, so she could turn it off. Stuck it down my pants, so she could hold it in her mouth, and got off with the base buzzing my pubes through my underwear.

I guess, that was the first time, I actually had sex, with someone else. Sort-of, of course we didn’t do it, all the way. Honestly, we didn’t even take off a whole lot, and she put on pants with a shirt to cover up her bra, because we were playing gay sex, but I couldn’t help noticing that it tasted funny.

When I had already tried sucking my thumb, after I’d had it inside me. Well, first to get it wet, fingers as well, but she knew I liked to suck my thumb, and even tried ass-to-mouth, once I smelled it to make sure it wasn’t too poopy.

So had she, but she didn’t mention that. it had been inside her instead of just under her butt, and the crotch of her panties when she sat on it because we walked in on her. I knew, because I could taste it, and even though she didn’t taste like me, I knew full well what that flavor was, and and it couldn’t have been her mom’s because it was still fresh.

But it wasn’t lesbian sex, at all. It wasn’t really gay sex, or real oral sex, other than I tasted her vaginal juices until it washed off with my spit. We’re just playing gay sex, but pretending we’re gay men, for some reason.

But we both got orgasms from it, and then giggled, talking about strapons, and stuff. Oh yeah, and that movie, No Boys Allowed. April, and her sister found, because he watched it to jerk off looking at Califorina porn stars playing lesbos with dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs.

You know, they’re not real lesbians, too, right? I mean, maybe they are bisexual, I don’t know, but take it from me. I’m a woman, and I know what women look like, when they’re actually into it. I can tell the difference between orgasms, and faking it, even if you can’t.

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