My Love For Penis Has Been With Me All My Life

I lived in two worlds. As a child my mother wanted a little girl but was disappointed to get a fifth boy. But never mind that, she dressed me as a little girl and she called me a girl's name and to most everyone, but the very closest people, they thought I was a girl. I was slight in build, and she kept my hair long and in curls, and she dressed me with cute little dresses and shoes and taught me how to walk and talk and sit like a girl.

I was a girl until the first grade. Prior to going to school I had never thought much about my penis, I had no idea just how a girl was formed either. In school all the boys had a penis, boys pee side by side. To me their little penises were beautiful. There were boys there that had sisters and they told me that girls didn't have a penis, they had a crack up front, If I got a chance when some mother was changing a baby girl I should look and see for myself.

I played with the boys and one of the games we played was peeing together. We fought each other with our streams. And laughed and I looked at their penis. I can tell you that even if I was just six I loved to look at the other boys' penis. Later in the fourth grade we were in swim team and when we changed and the boys got naked to get their swim suit on I could see their penis and I wanted to touch them. I felt things in my penis. And one boy from another team that was older let me touch his penis if I put it in my mouth.

After that Saturday I started wearing panties again and my mother bought them at JC Penny's. I wore them to school, and had to open my jeans, and push my panties down to get my penis out and the other boys saw the little strawberries and little bows on my panties. At a party of a friend who turned eight I had to pee and went to the bathroom and this other boy came in with me and I had to drop my pants and push down my panties and he rubbed his penis against mine and I told him I had sucked a penis and I sucked his penis after we peed.

Today, I am a lot older and I have seen a woman's vulva and seen a woman's tits. But that is interesting but not important. I have an erect penis I bought in Benin made out of hardwood, a long hard penis with two magnificent balls, a statue seven and a half inches tall. I love it, it is one of my favorite pieces. I have other art, pencil drawings of erect penises, pencil drawings of men kissing. I like pencil drawings. Over my bed is a 17 inch pencil drawing of a penis head, and the shaft receding behind it.

When the moment comes when I can unveil a penis, let it out of its entrapment, out into the world, I sit back and gaze at it. I hold it and kiss it, and massage it into an erection before putting it in my mouth and working him into an orgasm. I have no interest really in the owner of the penis, I'm indifferent.