I brought a fingernail to it, and lightly rubbed it...and stopped dead.Oh, Lord-...Lady...I thought my breasts, my nipples were amazing, butthis...THI... was a pleasure not of this world. If rubbing my thighs wasmultiple times more intense than male masturbation; if a mere touch wasnearly as good as it; then this new feeling blew it away by a hundredtimes.I spent the next hour (two hours? Four hours?) pleasuring myself,drinking in and reveling in my reborn body. At long last, my selfpleasing. I had tried to get a girlfriend for some time, but it never grew beyond a friendship. So eventually I turned to the dark world of Internet dating and chatrooms.At first I tried to get in touch with a girl, but I soon learned that that was quite impossible in these kind of rooms. Thusly I turned to men, telling them that I was a closeted gay teen with no experience.Which, as you may guess, got me a lot of attention from young and old alike.I was able to chat for hours with these men, feeling. He asked if I wanted to go swimming. I said I didn't have my trunks. He smiled and said you don't need them. Puzzled I asked how. Follow me was all he said. Dav lead me down to a wooded area. We walked a few yards into the woods and I seen a pond. Let's go, Dav said. I was shocked seeing him strip everything off. Expecting to see tan lines, he was dark all over. He had a little hair on his chest and stomach, but completely shaven below his waist. Still stunned I couldn't help but look at his. Janemun.dekho tu log tumko kaisy ankhen phar phar kar dekh rahe hain.Dildo ki awaz har aik ka kano ko cho rahi hai….Or wo tumko kha jane wali nazroon sa dekh rahe hain.Or mein fakhar mahsos kar raha hon.Ary ary dekho dekho tumne tu abhi sa pani chorna shuro kar dia choot sa…Mughy pehly hi pata tha ka tum bohat garam chez ho.Wait wait .(or mein apni seat sa uth kar uska pass ata hon..Meri biwi ka dar sa or sharam sa bura hal hai.…Or mein uski tangon ko apny haton sa kholta hon….Or uski choot ka.