I guess I’m just different (boy version)

07-Aug-23

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By John Page

He was looking at my penis. The excitement that surged through my body was so intense, I shook a little bit. I didn’t let him know that I saw him

My first draft of, “I guess I’m just different”, involved a little boy. Not sure why I changed it to a little girl. Anyway, let me know if you like this one better

I first realized I was a pedophile when I was 15 years old. Of course this was 1967, and the word pedophile wasn’t commonly used so I didn’t know that was the word that applied to me. I just knew that I got far more turned on when playing with a child, than someone my age.

I had a girlfriend at the time, and we had sex on a regular basis. Of course I liked it, but the first time a young girl saw my penis, was 10 times more exciting for me, than the first time I had sex with my girlfriend.

It started one day when my aunt Karen came over with her son Mark, for a barbecue and a swim in our pool. They lived about an hour away, and we saw them a couple times a month. Like my mom, my aunt was divorced, so it was just her and Mark. Mark was 10 years old at the time, and I never looked at him sexually before. He was always just a little kid. Due to the age gap between us, when they visited I didn’t really spend much time with him. That’s how I felt about him, right up until the day I’m going to tell you about.

Once they arrived at the house, my mom started taking stuff out to the backyard and setting up the barbecue. I went to my bedroom to change into my bathing suit. After I changed, I went to the bathroom to pee. I pulled out the waistband of my swimming trunks, and hook them under my balls. Then I started to pee.

I must have left the door open a little bit, because I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced up to the mirror, and could see Mark peeking through the doorway, eyes as big as dinner plates.

He was looking at my penis. The excitement that surged through my body was so intense, I shook a little bit. I didn’t let him know that I saw him watching me, but when I finished peeing and shook it off, I kept shaking it. My shaking turned into strokes, and I watched him through the mirror as my penis started to get hard.

I could hear the blood pounding in my ears like a bass drum, and I watched him through the mirror staring at my penis getting harder and bigger. I began to slowly stroke it. After a few strokes, I pulled back on my penis towards my body, making it look a little bigger than it really was. As hard as I’ve ever been, I’m just under 5″.

Just then I could hear my mother calling me from the backyard to bring out something she had forgotten when I came out. So I said, shit I guess I’ll have to finish this later, just loud enough for Mark to hear me, and then I pulled my pants up over my hard penis, making them tent out in front. Then I flushed the toilet and when I turned towards the door, he was gone.

I took my time, because I wanted my penis to get soft before I went outside. When I finally did go outside, Mark immediately looked at my crotch. That caused my heart to beat a little faster. I couldn’t believe how excited I got knowing a little boy was looking at my penis.

I began to work on ways of showing it to him again. It was obvious he was interested in seeing it again, because throughout the afternoon he glanced at my crotch more than a few times.

While we were playing in the pool, I would toss him from the shallow end into the deep end, and of course he loved that so we kept doing it. I didn’t do it every time, but about every second or third time I “accidentally” put my hand on his penis. He never objected, so after 6 or 7 throws, I started to do it on every throw. I would take longer between each throw, just holding him with one hand on his chest, and the other hand cupping his penis slowly rubbing it until it started to get hard,.

While we were playing, I got hard as a rock. Thank God I was in the pool and it wasn’t obvious for everyone to see. The next time I went to toss him, I made sure he could feel my hard penis poking into his belly. I knew he felt it, because his head jerked around to look at me, his eyes wide. Then I felt his hand gripping my penis through my trunks.

He quickly let go of my penis, and turned bright red. He said sorry, I didn’t know what poked me. I said, that’s okay, I didn’t mind. Then I smiled at him. He smiled back, and wiggled his little penis against my hand. I took his hard little penis between my thumb and finger, and gave him a few strokes, then tossed him across the pool.
This whole time, my mom and Aunt Karen were drinking margaritas, and it looked like they were pretty tipsy. They weren’t paying attention to us at all. When Mark swam back up to me to be tossed again, I said my arms are kind of tired, I’ve tossed you like 25 times. Let’s take a little break. And he kind of moaned a little bit and said but I like the way you toss, me it feels good.

I knew he was talking about the way I touching and stroking his little penis, so I reached my hand down and took his little penis between my thuimb and finger again, and started to masturbate the child. Like this? I asked him. He closed his eyes and moaned. I took that to mean yes.

While I was masturbating him, I turned our bodies so I could see what my mom and aunt were doing. They were still chugging margaritas and laughing at who knows what.

Then I felt his small hand gripping my penis through my trunks again. He didn’t know what to do with it, other than to hold it and squeeze it a little bit every now and then. That was enough to make me cum. I groaned and started shooting. I loaded my swim trunks with six or seven good squirts of cum.

Mark knew something happened, I could tell by the surprised look on his face. He didn’t know what happened, but I’m pretty sure he could feel my penis pulsing in his hand.

Once I was done cumming, I said I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute. I quickly put my hand down the front of my swim trunks and pulled my penis up and trapped it in the waistband so it wouldn’t tent out the front of my shorts. Then I started to exit the pool. I quickly grabbed a towel and put it in front of me as I dried the front of my body off.

Once I was finished drying off, I went into my bedroom, to grab a clean pair of shorts. I was done swimming, so I was going to get something dry on. Once I was dressed, I went back out into the backyard.

When Mark saw I was dressed, he said well I guess if you’re done, I’m done. He got out of the pool, dried off and went inside to change his clothes. When he came back out, he was wearing a t-shirt and white shorts. He looked like exactly like what he was, a cute little boy. I could feel my penis starting to harden again.