At home he was the only child….he still wore clothes bought by his mother and watched TV for most part of the day. He was not an athlete at all; he detested sports. Often, late in the night, he’d be fiddling with his fondest possession-the Rubik’s cube. Not that he was a genius of sorts; he was just genuinely interested in these things. At the breakfast table when his mum would keep a bowl of cornflakes and milk in front of him, he ate it willingly. Even at that age of sixteen, he rarely rebelled, unlike his school mates who had already become carful enough to start sporting Levi’s and Nike sweatshirts. When they got free periods in school, they hung out in clusters; some playing football or flocking the cafeteria while he preferred to get some work done in the library.
The first time he did it was when the guys in class teased him about being ‘pansy’….he didn’t even know what the word meant way back then. For the first time he realized there was something different about him. He felt as if he wasn’t one of them.
And therefore, even without having to resort to blue movies he fell into the habit of shagging. He was only aware of a wonderfully different sensation when his hands wandered down to his groin. He waited with a new desperation for his parents to leave home and fell back on the bed moaning and sighing with pleasure while his hands moved swiftly on his penis. For the first time he experienced a completely different kind of pleasure, an erotic charm.
While that phase of addiction was on he even resorted to it in school- in the library or even under trees in the open. He made sure he maneuvered his hands in a way that no one could spot him.
Surprisingly enough, when someone did see, he was labeled a man. And he wished he’d known earlier.
