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Rob

This is all a story of fiction and should not be construed as anything different.

My mom divorced my father, a Pentecostal preacher. He told me that below my
waist, my genitals had been ravaged by demons.

I was doing what every other 14-year-old boy did.  The doctor told my mom that I was slow, coming into puberty. But that didn't stop me from having tingling sensations between my legs. We had moved to a new part of town, where mom could be closer to her workplace. The school was out for the summer, and I would attend a different one in the autumn.  

I experience something seeping from my thingy, waking me up. I heard my mom and aunt in the living room talking. My undershorts were wet and sticking to me. I had heard boys in school talk about "jacking off." I was shaking and vividly recalling every detail.  

I had my testicles removed several years ago due to a rare infection. The doctor told her that I had a micropenis but could still function as any other. That didn't prevent me from doing anything a boy my age did. Mom said that I was called a eunuch  

I know what you do in your bedroom. I have seen you touch your penis but that is natural. Don't be ashamed. Do me a favor and amuse me. Wear some silk panties out into the living room. They will be cooler and more comfortable. We will make a game of it.      
 
Last week the house was hot, the air conditioning had gone out and the company said it would be several days before they come to service it. I had just finished a cool shower and mom insisted that I just wear some girls' panties that she left on my bed to watch TV with her. "Just amuse me Rob"

I was coming of age. but slowly, wanting some privacy now. This was the third time this week that I had.




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