I love his body

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The first one was him, in high school, 17 years old. I have to say, perhaps because it was my first love, I've always liked guys like him – sunny, athletic, and healthy, which I think most girls would like. Our
relationship was very innocent; our first kiss happened naturally, our hugs and hand-holding were so natural and refreshing. He was on the school's soccer team, and I loved watching him play after class. It was during that time that I unintentionally touched upon sexuality. Back then, boys would always talk about sex, intentionally or unintentionally; the stirrings of puberty were happening in everyone's heart.
One day, I overheard two boys discussing penis size, and they even mentioned him. I remember them saying with a very envious tone that they'd seen his penis and it was very big. Hearing this made me blush and my heart race. Although I wasn't entirely unaware of these topics, hearing such language directly stirred up all my curiosity. So, from that day on, I started consciously paying attention to that part of his body… I remember he always wore white soccer shorts when he played or trained. It was this deliberate attention that made me lose control. His skin was dark, and his dark legs looked so strong when he ran. The bulge in the middle of his shorts made my heart race. There were details like when he was in the wall during free kicks, covering his genitals with his hand, or more accurately, pinching them, the outline so clearly visible; and when he ran, I even saw his genitals jiggling inside his shorts. I had seemed to ignore these things before, but that time, I found myself completely surrendering, both mentally and physically, and aroused. From then on, I loved him even more. Whenever he trained wearing those shorts, I would uncontrollably become aroused. I was obsessed with his crotch…
Everyone has similar yet different views on sex and love. I've had my doubts, as if pure love shouldn't be related to sex. But is that really true? Can we really do it? Regardless of your mindset as you read my story, this is my true love story… Amidst the pressures of studies and joyful days, high school romance stubbornly survived. We didn't have much time alone together—maybe ten minutes between classes, a walk home after school, or a secret weekend date. Anyone who's been through this understands. Between us, something else slowly blossomed. There's no need to be shy; high school sex isn't a taboo subject anymore.
I fell in love with the allure he exuded. Actually, he felt the same way at the time, but the story needs to be told step by step. I don't know if it will be long, but I feel every first experience deserves more description. One day, after school, I waited for him. If he had training, he'd be late, and most of the students and teachers had already left. I was doing my homework in the classroom until he came in, sweating profusely, and sat next to me. I wiped his sweat with a tissue. Perhaps it was because of this close proximity, and the almost deserted campus and classrooms, that he embraced me and kissed me. The feeling of kissing always melts, its beauty needs no further description. What
I want to say is that that day I truly felt his genitals. As I kissed him passionately in the corner of the classroom, I distinctly felt something hard pressing against my abdomen. This wasn't our first kiss, nor was it the first time I'd felt his genitals, but since that initial thought, this feeling was especially intense. I wanted to touch them, but I was too shy. So, my hand, which was originally around his waist, slid down and grabbed his buttocks. They were firm, and I wanted to get even closer. Perhaps it was this small movement that aroused his desire. I felt him slightly throbbing. We had never done this before. Perhaps he was afraid I would object, so his movements were very small, but I could clearly feel something rod-like pressing gently against me between his thin shorts... I was shy, yet I couldn't help but accept it... I remember him whispering in my ear: "Wife, do you know that guys masturbate?" I've masturbated to you countless times. At that moment, I felt my heart boiling. It turned out he was just as curious and eager about each other's bodies as I was. Naturally, he pulled my hand to his genitals. Through his pants, it was a huge, huge mass. My mind went blank; I could almost hear his breathing. And my breasts, I don't even know when, were being gently massaged by his hands… This continued for about five minutes. Then he pulled my hand away and started to take off his shorts. I knew he was feeling very uncomfortable because of the pants.
Even today, I can remember those few seconds—so moving and heart-pounding: when he took off his pants, a huge penis suddenly sprang out. Really, that feeling of it sprang out was full of vitality. That was also the first time I truly saw a boy's genitals. My small hand clenched it tightly; it was hot and hard. I felt a little scared because it was so large, but I also felt a strange feeling. I'm just a girl; my other half should only be a man who makes me feel this kind of power.
The first encounter was never long. We hugged and kissed, and he pulled my hand to his genitals, perhaps for only two or three minutes. I felt his penis trembling in my hand. He growled and ejaculated, shooting onto my hand and even my legs… That day, in the corner of the classroom, I saw his genitals for the first time, witnessed his ejaculation for the first time. And from then on, our sex life became increasingly intense… After
that experience, we became even closer, or rather, that emotional intimacy extended to our physical bodies. He would often hold my hand and secretly squeeze his genitals when no one was looking. We would also experience his caresses on my body when we were alone. Through these interactions, he fell in love with my body, just as I fell in love with his. I loved being embraced by him. As I said before, I'm just a girl; I like a strong embrace to lean on. I also loved the feeling of holding his genitals, feeling his strong masculine characteristics. I slowly learned to masturbate him, watching him throb and powerfully ejaculate in my hand.

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