It's An Appetite, A Hunger, It's In You.

I often wonder what's normal. I understand that you are called to like something. Sometimes you learn to like something. Sometimes you are just curious and want to try. This applies to food, and sex. Sex is an appetite. Food is an appetite.

Way back when, before I knew what I was doing, I admired other boys' cocks. In those days the word we used in our house was weenies. I liked weenies. I really did. And there was this one boy Patrick and one night when we were at a sleepover I sucked his hard weenie and he sucked mine and I can still taste his weenie in my mouth. His weenie was hard, and he pissed in my mouth.

Later on, I was in summer swim team and we went from pool to pool to compete. The boys changed in the pool changing rooms, some boys were from the other teams. The one thing all the boys had in common were there dicks. By then we used the word dick. And for some reason some boys' dick got hard and others did not. This one boy on my swim team, but not my school, swim team was extra curricular and not tied a school, he had a hard dick when we were getting dressed and I was sitting on the bench and he put his hard dick in my face and I had to suck him. Had, meaning it was something I had to do. No one forced me. It was too good to pass up. I sucked him many times that summer. At that age we didn't have pubes.

Same thing happened later in Junior High. With a boy who moved into our neighborhood. He was adopted, so everyone knew that he, well he was adopted if you get my drift. Adopted kids were always different. His name was Cliff and we lived next door. Cliff was an only child and he had all kinds of neat things and I went next door to see his stuff, comic books, toys, they had a color TV. Cliff had a hard dick and Cliff liked to have me lay on his bed with my pants down and he rubbed his dick between my cheeks. Until he came and many times I came too rubbing my dick against the bedspread. I sucked him too, only now I did it so that he would lend me things, or let me read his comic books. Cliff was my first boyfriend, in that sense. Puppy love. And he liked getting naked and rubbing our dicks together, sucking and he liked getting on my back and rubbing his dick between my cheeks.

Things changed as I got into High School. I started to like men, like the coaches. Especially the tennis coach, he was also the assistant football coach. He liked me too and he popped my cherry, fucked me all the way through. He was the coach that all the girls liked, he was tall and handsome, blonde with blue eyes and in great shape. The girls never had a chance. He did not like girls. He couldn't give a damn about girls. While the girls were talking about him, he was fucking me. You see, he didn't have an appetite for girls.

All these experiences growing up convinced me that it is an appetite. And sometimes the appetite is a hunger and you just have to have it. For me my appetite came on early, and hunger for it came on as I got older. Like with Cliff, that was a hunger, I wanted him to get on my back, I wanted him to do it. When the tennis coach popped my cherry I wanted him to do it.