The large man was studying him like he was a fish inside a fishbowl. It made him very uneasy. Unable to take the focused attention any longer, he blur...ed out, “My grandmother died. I’m so unhappy that I don’t know what to do.”Magus continued studying the boy. He was four feet six inches tall, with short blond hair that appeared to resist the best efforts of brush or comb to tame. His sneakers were worn from daily use but weren’t filthy from playing extensively in the dirt. His clothes were. I told her that wasn't fairbut she laughed asking if I was getting hard now? I said hell yes and she said don't jack off and she would see me at school tomorrow ,then hung up . It was another long night ! The next day we talked more and planed for Friday night after the game . I would go strait to her house and she would be waiting for me nude ! Friday came and the game was way to long but when it ended I raced to her house and she was nude 1 I striped and was down. I developed a certain amount of scorn for the small-town morals of my home as I explored everything from the elegant obscenity of Thailand's brothels to the wide-open, anything-goes atmosphere of Holland's sex clubs. Never in all that time did I guess that I would encounter the ultimate and universally most forbidden kink when I returned home!Mom looked years younger when she met me at the airport. She gave me a lingering hug and I could have sworn I felt the nipples of her incredible breasts. My response was simply, “You get used to it over time.” Little boys and girls usually just looked in amazement. The most puzzling ones were young men. And older men, who rather, than making fun of me, seemed genuinely interested. An occasional one would fondle my corset. Any touch, boy or girl, always caused an erection. A couple of older boys, not realizing my age, quietly asked me to go out. At the time I didn’t understand why a boy would want to date an oddly dressed obvious boy. I found out.