I still remember that sultry adolescent afternoon. Driven by surging terstosterone, I decided to go an find out the real taste of the forbidden fruit. My cousin and his friends knew the hide-out where one could get rid of the "itching" as they put it. The object of the mission was so compelling that I did not notice the sleazy road that led to the shacks where one could find salvation.
I was shuffled into a room that was barely 5 sq ft. She entered the room, probably a few years older to me and started making small talk. Your girlfriend does not give you? I could hardly wait.. and I had a condom, ready to go. Before she let me get to the real act I exploded just by seeing her breasts.
I chucked the wet condom, pulled up my pants, handed her Rs.30 and some more.. and exited with a growing sense of shame.. that I tried to drown with a bottle of Gold Spot, completely disgusted at what I had done. There was no way I could have really done it. Compared to my need to experience it, the helplessness of the girl was too much to bear. The bitter sadness in the eyes of these souls seemed to mock at the false bravado of my manhood.
I was shuffled into a room that was barely 5 sq ft. She entered the room, probably a few years older to me and started making small talk. Your girlfriend does not give you? I could hardly wait.. and I had a condom, ready to go. Before she let me get to the real act I exploded just by seeing her breasts.
I chucked the wet condom, pulled up my pants, handed her Rs.30 and some more.. and exited with a growing sense of shame.. that I tried to drown with a bottle of Gold Spot, completely disgusted at what I had done. There was no way I could have really done it. Compared to my need to experience it, the helplessness of the girl was too much to bear. The bitter sadness in the eyes of these souls seemed to mock at the false bravado of my manhood.
