Rate this story I was twelve-years-old and just starting to be nudged around by the first stirrings of my testosterone storm. Oh, I was no stranger to my sexual fascination nor to those impossible-to-describe delicious feelings I’d come to seek after, touching myself under the covers at night. But I’d not been pushed to that state of sexual hunger… that hormone-induced state of arousal that my father referred to as “an ingrown hard on.” At least not until age twelve. My sexual history to that time was marked more by enthusiastic interest than experience… if you don’t count my indefatigable...
