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Kevin followed me into my bedroom and once when I looked over my shoulder, I saw that his eyes were focused on my butt. I was wearing tight, short, jean cutoffs. I was skinny and had no hips and while my ass was skinny, it was not flat and protruded out from behind me a little. It had a little curve to it. I liked my small, skinny butt and I was glad Kevin was looking at it. I was not wearing the short jean cutoffs to try and be sexy for anyone, I wore short cutoffs for comfort. I am South Georgia Girl and it’s what we wear in the summertime.I opened to door to my bedroom and gave a loud sigh. If I had known Kevin was going to see my bedroom I would have cleaned it. I practice impeccable hygiene on my body, but that’s about all I clean well. My room was a mess. My bed was unmade, I hated making my bed, and I had clothes scattered about in various piles and even some clean clothes mixed with dirty clothes. Sometimes before I put on a piece of clothing I smell it to see if it’s clean or not. I needed to work on being neater. At least the room smelled nice. I used a plug-in air freshener and it smelled like lilacs.Other than the mess, my room was a girly girl’s room. I had stuffed animals in the room; penguins are my favorite and I must have had a dozen of them. The walls were painted a standard eggshell white but the border was of a floral print wallpaper. My unmade bed had a girly foo-foo bed set with lots of lace on the comforter and bed skirt. The comforter and sheets were also a floral print and the bed skirt was pink. The only wall decorations were two prints: one over the head of my bed and the other on the far wall and both by the same artist, Gustav Klimt. The one over my bed was a print of his painting The Kiss and the other was a print of Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer, also known as The Woman in Gold. Besides being a slob I am a rather prissy girl and like pretty things.“Sorry about the mess,” I told Kevin as we walked into my room. I was embarrassed by it.“No worries. You should see my room,” he told me and walked to my bed, and sat down.“I would like that,” I told him as I just stood in the middle of the room, twisting my hair.“What?”“To see your room.”“Oh, yeah I guess. Maybe when my parents aren’t home,” he said.I got the feeling he did not want me to see his room, but I smiled at the prospect of seeing it one day. Maybe it was just messy like mine or had that stinky boy smell to it and he was ashamed of it. I wouldn’t mind the stinky boy smell of his room, I would like to smell it.“So, what do we do?” I asked nervously. “Are you going to just take off your pants and I do it? Or are we going to kiss some more first? I liked when we kissed.” I was twisting my hair again.Kevin grinned at me; he did not appear nervous at all. “I want to watch you first,” he told me.“Watch me do what?”“Jerk off. I want to see you jerk off until you cum again.”I made a whimpering sound and twisted my hair harder. “You didn’t tell me you wanted that. You just said I would use my hand on you and that was all,” I whined out.“No, I didn’t say anything. You are the one who wanted to give me a hand job,” he reminded me.“That’s because you wanted me to put it in my mouth and I didn’t want to and then you said you needed it taken care of because it was my fault you are hard and…” I was talking fast that my words were almost incoherent.“Take off your clothes,” Kevin interrupted my rambling. “I want to watch you get off.”Kevin’s tone was aggressive; not angry, but commanding. It gave me goosebumps and excited me. I still hesitated for several seconds, however. People who meet me today and did not know me when I was younger would not believe that I used to be shy, timid, and terrified of sex. The thought of having sex excited me, but doing it scared me.After several seconds I did as Kevin wanted, my first hint of how submissive I was to men I was sexually involved with. I was unaware of that part of me then. I removed my shirt and then started to unhook my padded bra. My bra was an A-cup-size bra that hooked in the front and was padded. I always wore a padded bra to give me a hint of boobs under my clothes.“Keep that on,” Kevin again commanded me, “and don’t take off your underwear yet.”“Ok,” I muttered.I then unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. I quickly covered my crotch area to both hide my erection and to cover up the large wet spot on the front of my panties. When I had my premature ejaculation, so much came out that it looked more like I had urinated in my panties instead of cumming in them.“They are not very sexy,” Kevin commented. I knew he was talking about my panties.They were just white cotton bikini cut panties with a floral print on them. Honestly, they looked like something a mother would buy her eight-year-old daughter. At least I wasn’t wearing my pink, cotton, hipster-style panties with penguins dressed in ballerina outfits on them. Hey, they’re cute!“I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them,” I whined in my defense.I had sexy panties; thongs, lacy sheer ones, a couple of pairs of French cut, and even some boy-style brief panties. I just şişli escort never wore the sexy ones because no one was going to see what type I had on, so I stuck to my bland cotton brief or bikini-cut panties.Kevin chuckled and I blushed. “Turn around. I want to see your ass,” he told me after he stopped laughing at me.I turned around and even bent over slightly. I didn’t have a problem with showing Kevin my butt, plus the jean shorts I took off did not cover much more than my panties did.“It’s skinny,” Kevin commented. “Fuck I knew you had skinny chicken legs but didn’t know you are as skinny as you are.”I was skinny, very much so, at age sixteen and up until maybe when I turned twenty-one or twenty-two. I am still thin but not a skinny, scrawny kid like I was at age sixteen until the age I started gaining weight. One of the side effects of the hormones I started taking at age eighteen was weight gain. I had no problem with the weight gain because I think my body now at age twenty-four is more filled out and sexy.“I’m sorry,” I apologized, for being skinny.I had no clue why I did that, it’s not my fault. I don’t have an eating disorder. Kevin laughed at me for apologizing. I don’t blame him; it was a stupid thing to do.“I do like your ass, it’s small but sexy,” he told me, and I smiled. “Come get in bed,” he ordered me.I turned around and again coved the wet, sticky area of my panties. “When I do it for you and get myself off, can…can you kiss me and do the other things like you were doing in the living room to me?”Kevin grinned. “I was planning on it. I liked kissing you and sucking your nipples.”I smiled and moved to the bed. Kevin stood up as I was getting in. I lay on the right side so that Kevin would be on my left when he got into the bed. That way it would be easier for me to use my right hand to masturbate for him. When I got into bed, I pulled the sheet over my body up to my neck and watched Kevin. I didn’t know what to expect next. As my eyes focused on Kevin, I started twisting my hair again.Kevin quickly undressed. Unlike me, he did not seem shy at all. He removed his shoes and socks, his blue jean pants, his shirt, and then his white underwear. I gasped and made an “Oh” sound when he removed his underwear. I looked at his body, from his chest to his legs.I was right about him having a hairy chest. His chest had more hair on it than most sixteen-year-old boys, his entire body did. His chest hairs were black and thick and so was the hair on his legs. I was more attracted to hairy men that I had seen in porn on the internet or in magazines, or men I had seen shirtless in real life than I was to the men who shaved their body hair. I thought Kevin’s body hair was sexy.He was a little pudgy as I already knew and Kevin had a small role of fat that overlapped his sides and he even had a hint of the beginning of man boobs under his chest hairs. Kevin was not an attractive boy nor would not even be considered cute by girls nor did he have an attractive body, but as he stood naked in front of me, in my mind he looked like a Greek God. I would always see and remember Kevin that way.As he took the two steps it took for him to get back to the bed, my eyes focused on his private area. His erect penis jutted out from a thick patch of black pubic hair. His penis looked to be about an inch and a half longer than mine and about the same girth. Nothing to be intimated by, but I was a little frightened of it because it was the penis of a boy who was naked and getting in bed with me. Even so, I could not stop looking at it.“Oh,” I gasped out again as Kevin grabbed the sheet I had pulled up over my body and ripped it off of me.When he got into the bed and lay next to me I scooted over to the other side of the bed as far as I could and almost fell off the edge. I then placed my hands on the front of my panties again.I was trembling, I started breathing faster and heavier, I was scared, and I started thinking maybe I should not have agreed to give Kevin a hand job. What was happening was moving too quickly and not at all what I was expecting. I had imagined Kevin would sit on the edge of my bed and pull his pants and underwear down and I would sit next to him and masturbate him while we kissed. I was not at all expecting to be lying next to a naked boy just wearing my panties. Even though I was afraid, my penis was so hard it ached and it felt like it was going to explode again.When I masturbated, I always orgasmed quickly and I don’t think I ever lasted more than five minutes anytime I got myself off, and I had been masturbating a lot ever since I discovered that pleasure over a couple of years ago. I would have thought I would have built up some type of endurance over the years, but I never did. Even when I got myself off three times or four times in one day, I still orgasmed that quickly. I liked masturbating a great deal and did it often.When I started my HRT, Hormone Replacement Therapy, my body went through a lot of beneficial changes I loved. While I would never want to go back before I started HRT, I have to admit that I miss being able to şişli escort bayan cum so fast and the amount and type of cum I would ejaculate. While I get that same blissful feeling when I orgasm now as I did then, I don’t cum as quickly and my cum is no longer thick and gooey as it was before.HRT has not affected my sex drive, however, and I still have a high sex drive and masturbate often. Even when in a relationship with someone and I am getting fucked regularly, I still masturbate frequently. One difference from when I was sixteen is that now I sometimes use one of my sex toys in my tranny pussy when I get myself off.Kevin moved closer to me, turned on his side, raised his upper body, leaned in, and started kissing me. I started kissing him back and put my arms around his neck. Kevin slipped his arm under my shoulders and pulled me to lay on my side. He pressed himself against me as we kissed and I moaned out when I felt his naked, hard penis pressing into my body. I started kissing Kevin back with intense passion as he shifted his body so that his crotch was lined up with mine.“Ohhh, Kevin, ohhh, baby,” I moaned out when he started kissing my neck and thrust his erect penis into mine.Kevin pushed up my bra and started playing with my nipples, causing me to make whimpering moans of pleasure, as he kept grinding himself against me and sucking on my neck. As I was whimpering in pleasure, Kevin ran his hand down my back, over my butt, grabbed my leg, and draped it over his thigh.Keven put his hand on my butt and pulled me to him. I gasped out as my cock was pushed into his. Kevin held my ass tight and started to grind his cock against mine. Kevin started telling me how pretty I was, how sexy I was, and how much he wanted to fuck me. I moaned and gasped with pleasure. The feeling of his naked penis against mine with only the thin material of my panties separating them, how he was vigorously sucking my nipples, and the words he was saying made the pleasure I was feeling unbearably intense.“Uhhh, please, uhhh, please not again!” I screamed out. “Uhhh, no, no, uhhh, God, please no! Uhhh, uhhh, God, uhhh!”I was not screaming at Kevin or telling him no, I was screaming to myself. I had another premature ejaculation. Again, my body jerked and I moaned out in ecstasy and also embarrassment as I orgasmed in my panties a second time that day. I would suffer from premature ejaculations for the next two and a half years. Well, suffer was not the right term to use. I came to enjoy it and others thought it was sexy. I still got embarrassed by it, however.I gripped Kevin’s back tight as I cried out my orgasm and my body jerked against his. Kevin just kept kissing and sucking my neck and playing with my nipples as I soiled my panties with cum a second time. After my orgasm ended, Kevin stopped kissing my neck but kept gently playing with my nipples.“I can’t believe you shot another load,” he told me crudely. I buried my face into the boy’s hairy chest.“I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop it,” I whined out in embarrassment. “I tried but I couldn’t. Please don’t be mad. I know you wanted to watch me do it. Please don’t be mad and don’t leave. Please, Kevin,” I begged.Kevin chuckled at my embarrassment and my begging. I hoped it didn’t pick up on the desperation in my voice of him wanting to stay. I liked being in bed with him, with me almost naked, and him naked. I liked his hard cock pressing against me. I liked how we were kissing and he was touching me. What I didn’t like was that while my orgasm felt wonderful, I had one and ruined what Kevin wanted me to do. I just hoped he was not disappointed or disgusted by my lack of control over my body.“No need to be sorry. I think it’s hot that you cum like that,” Kevin told me. I smiled at him. “I can watch you jerk off another day.”My smile got bigger when he said another day. That meant he was going to keep coming over to my house and we would do this again.Kevin ran his hand up my thigh, stopped about an inch from my private area, lifted his hand, placed it on my stomach, and ran his hand up my stomach to my nipples. I shivered with excitement and was surprised my penis was still erect after I had two premature ejaculations in at least thirty minutes.“Your skin is so smooth and hairless. Is it like that everywhere?” he asked.I nodded, “Yes, except for my eyebrows and the hair on my head.”“Cool. How do you get it so smooth and no stubble?” he asked as he caressed my check. My penis jerked on its own when he touched my cheek.The way he was caressing my body and my cheeks sensually made me think that maybe Kevin was not so bad with the girls after all if he showed this type of tenderness.I grabbed his hand and kissed it and grinned at him. “A girl has to have some secrets,” I teased.It was no secret, I just did not feel like explaining to Kevin at such a sensual moment my hair removal technique. First, I want to add that by the time Kevin and I first kissed, he was in my bed naked, and he had given me two premature ejaculations; I had not been sixteen for long. My sixteenth birthday was in the first week of May mecidiyeköy escort and the day Kevin was in my bed it was the last week of June.I never had much body hair below my neck. The only noticeable hair I had below my neck was my armpits and pubic hair. I never had a single hair on my chest. My face never even so much as had peach fuzz by the time I was sixteen.I tried shaving my armpits and did for a while when they first started to grow, but the razor always left razor burns and gave me a rash. For my pubic hair, I used a trimmer to trim it as best as I could but was too terrified to get a razor close to my penis and scrotum. I did use hair removal cream on the fine, almost non-noticeable, hairs on my legs and arms but that smelled terrible. I made the mistake of trying it on my armpits and it gave me a worse rash than the razor did. I also made the even worse mistake of trying it on my pubic hairs and it burned like fire. So I stuck with shaving and just having trimmed pubic hairs. No one was going to see my pubic area anyway so what did it matter?When I turned sixteen, Denise took me to what Waycross could claim as its only spa. Waycross gets a lot of tourists due to The Swamp, but they are not the type of people to go to a spa. The only fancy spa we had was just a beauty salon that did makeovers, wax hair removal, and haircuts and styling. I was disappointed they didn’t give us cucumber water as I had seen in movies or on TV.I got my first body wax. I had my legs, arms, armpits, and a full wax of my private areas done. It hurt like hell! After it was done, however, I was as smooth as a baby’s bottom down there and around my butthole. I didn’t want to go through another waxing and shaving was not working and I was worried about what I would do when I did start growing facial hair.When I started HRT, the hormones would help with my body hair some; make it slower to grow and thin it out, but would not prevent hair growth. I looked into laser hair removal treatment and electrolysis. The laser method was not permanent hair removal like the electrolysis was. Both were too expensive to even approach the idea to my mother.In my therapy session that week after my wax treatment I mentioned to my therapist about it and hair removal and the cost. She could tell that while at age sixteen it was not such a large problem, that I was concerned about it for when I got older. She suggested I look into home electrolysis kits and told me there were some on the market that worked. She even gave me a list of the top five.After I did some research online I found one that I wanted. The problem again was the cost. The top-rated ones that really worked were not cheap. But I did have an idea. I sent my daddy a text asking him for money to buy myself something for my birthday. I know it was a big ask because I had not even gotten so much as a birthday card from him since my parents got divorced. Even when they were married, my mother bought me a present and put his name on the gift so I would think it was from him. It also gave me a good excuse to send my daddy a text and hope he would reply even if that reply was no.That night he called my mother and I heard them arguing. The rundown of the argument was that daddy told my mother that he paid child support for me because he has to and that was the only money I would get from him. My mother reminded him I was his child also and that I never once asked him for money or material possessions. She then went to explain to him that she kept a record of everything he bought my brother and the extra money he gave him down to the penny. My mother reminded my father that over the years she never took him back to court to increase the child support when he got promotions and raises at work. She told my daddy the judge would like to hear that when she took him back to court to increase the child support.My daddy was the reason my brother has such a great gaming system, an up-to-date gaming PC and laptop, three gaming consoles, and even the car my brother drove. My laptop was my brother’s old hand-me-down and the only thing I owned that had wheels was a vintage girl’s bicycle my brother found at a yard sale.He fixed it up, painted it pink, added a bell to it, and put a white basket with a pink flower in the middle of the basket; when I was a teenager I went through an extreme pink phase. He gave it to me when I was fifteen. I loved my bicycle.The next day my daddy wired money to my mother’s bank account and I was able to purchase the electrolysis kit. I used it per the instructions and it would take a while for the hair removal to become one hundred percent effective and I would still have to find other hair removal treatments until the electrolysis was permeant. I used the kit on my body, including around my butthole. I didn’t use it on my pelvis area above my penis, however.When I watched porn, I noticed that some of the girls were hairless except for the patch above their penis and I liked it so I thought that it would be neat to sometimes let that area’s hair grow out and trim it. That area of my body was currently hairless that day with Kevin. Based on the instructions of safely using it once a week it would take about six months for my hair to be permanently removed and stop growing back, so until then I continued to get my painful wax treatments.

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