My feelings of attraction and desire became so intense I started reaching out to others for advice. How do I stop this? That was my plea. I knew to g...ve in to the desires would mean great pain for someone else that I loved. Nobody had an answer. And, in the midst of this search for a way to let go of this profound attraction, I also wrote a poem for her as a valentine’s day gift. "In myself, there is you," I wrote... At the end of February, I took a trip to do a moving chore with this. I opened the trap and a hard dick came through. It looked a bit dark but the light from the TV was probably causing a shadow. In my state of arousal I did not pay enough notice to it.I started to stroke the cock through the trap; soon it was even harder and ready. I turned around and backed up against the hole. I was so wet that after a few thrusts he was all the way in side of my horny cunt.My nipples were erect as I alternated between rubbing them and playing with my clit; my hand. I was so damn excited! more kissing and making out, her sweater up under her neck. Then I went for her pussy thru her sweat pants and again she did nothing to stop me, something my regular girlfriend was very good at. I had no clue what I was doing but I just ran my hand under her waist band and under her cotton panties to find my very first hairy teen pussy. She had a heck of a bush, think and so soft. I found her slit and as I ran my fingers down it I discovered just how wet a turned on young. Peaking my head out of the doorway of the tent, I could smell coffee. Good enough. I slide into a pr of sweats, and a plain white tee. Sliding into my flip flops head out for some hot brew. The rain is still coming down. I pour up some coffee, then into the supply tent for some pop tarts. Sitting down at one of the tables, the wind has died down, just the rain. In a few Dustin emerges, and joins me. He sets down grinning, as expected. “Oh gawd Matthew—you should have been there. So—we're just.