My story begun when I was 18.i was in class 12th. In school I had many female friends and some guy friends. My friends usually told me about their rom...nce with their boyfriend and having sex with their boyfriends.I always wanted to do such things like them but I was always afraid. One day I joined a ballet class. I was really passionate with dancing. My teacher was a young handsome man of 23 years old.He used to teach me dance and touched me while dancing. He had no bad intentions but I really. Kurt looked up, glassy-eyed. ‘Golly gee whiz,’ he said, ‘Look at the tits on that one. I’ll have to… uh… rescue her,’ he said, dropping his syringe and pulling out a knife, which he prepared to throw at me. ‘A super-hero after my own heart,’ I thought. With my goblin strength, I threw the girl across the hall and through the thousandth story window. Kurt dropped the knife and pulled out a tube of roll-on glue. He sniffed it furiously and then flew out the window and caught the girl before she. She rolled on her side to face me, grabbed my head in her hands, and kissed me with the kind of fervor that was always there when we were making love. ‘What…what about you?’ she gasped after the kiss ended. ‘You…you gotta be turned on, too, aren’t you?’ I smiled at her. ‘Of course I am,’ I said. ‘Making you come does that to me every time.’ ‘What…what do you want to do about it?’ she murmured, her eyes wide. ‘Do…do you want me to…you know…help you?’ ‘I want to keep making love,’ I said.. " You don't mind being yelled at or hit with a stick?" He's a lot better than my last owner was, sir." Hey! What are you doing over there?" the landlord yelled."I asked him to talk to me for a minute," I said. "Please mind your own business."The landlord grumbled, but went into the back room."How long have you been indentured, son?" I asked."As long as I can remember, sir. My mom and dad died when I was little." How old are you now?" I think I'm eight years old, sir. I don't know for sure." How.