It was more tender than many may think.On one of those rare

It was more tender than many may think. On one of those rare hot days at the end of spring, my friend Gustavo invited me to his house to play on the computer and watch television. I remember that when we both entered his house, he told me "make yourself at home" and handed me the TV remote control. I look for something good on television, I only watch tennis and political news, yuck... ...but suddenly a Pilates channel appears where some girls in tiny tights do exercises with very suggestive poses. The instructor was a blonde (note that I don't like blondes, but this one was) and had a pretty face. A wasp waist, breasts that are not very big but well supported, and very beautiful hips. Her mesh was like a swimsuit but with a very pronounced leg cut, as if it were a thong, and it outlined her beautiful body very well. The erection was imminent, and I couldn't help but make a comment to my friend so he could see it with me. My friend had already prepared bread with melted cheese in his microwave, and we were watching the show and commenting on how cute that girl on TV was. And nothing more than that happened at my friend's house, we stayed a little longer and then I left.  Back on the minibus that was taking me home, I feel an intense blood tingling in my crotch, as if the whole area were asleep. I had that feeling of pleasant, paradoxical displeasure that happens to human beings every time we leave a limb fixed for a long time. It was uncomfortable, but somehow he was taking an unexpected liking to it. I felt stupid for feeling something so strange. Nothing majorly serious was happening with that, until the minibus stops at a red light and when it stops, the vehicle starts to vibrate... I was right over the place where the minibus transmission goes, so everything resonated with me, especially in my crotch. To top it all off, right at that same moment, I look to the right out of my window and I see a liquor store with an advertisement for a beer that includes three girls in bikinis, very tiny for the time. That image, those vibrations of the minibus, and the tingling that I have talked about, all of this together, caused me enormous relaxation and the desire to lie down on the minibus and feel more tickles. Would I be mentally okay thinking about that? Ugh I don't know... To finish, I arrived home, greeted my mother and went to the room feeling "feverish." It wasn't really a fever, but I couldn't explain it any other way. It was hot, and not because of the heat. It was strange. I went with my left hand to my pants to pull them down and explore what was happening, I felt the pangs of my heartbeat under my pants and it was completely uncomfortable for me. I could see my then small and wrinkled penis, much more swollen than usual. I felt like it was an organ independent of me. I began to explore it, to get to know it. I had never before taken the time to look at it properly and now, having just turned 13 years old, I was looking at it carefully. The frenulum was virgin, my foreskin had not yet come out and the glans was half hidden (since the excitement had made it come out a little from the cocoon). I gradually applied the brake towards the back, and discovered that I could pull it all off without it hurting (I always thought it was stuck). When I took it out I had a nervous spasm that made me shiver with pleasure. I don't know how to explain it, I felt an electric shock that moved me to think, do and dream strange things.  It wasn't until I remembered the beer advertisement with the girls in bikinis, that I got enormous pleasure and a desire to rub my member for non-exploratory purposes, and I started to move it up and down, it was a tremendous pleasure...!! And in a few seconds I came hahaha, how bad!! I didn't last a minute!! Anyway, at that moment it was quite a discovery. What came out of me had me totally shocked, I wasn't sure if I had done something harmful, the only thing I knew was that I had a tremendous feeling of guilt... but that feeling would last very short.  And that is the beginning of a looong story...