The Dark Side of Red Lights Part 2

You/he/she had seen me with the bird in draught and you/he/she had thought I had something in the underpantses to make the coglione.

The idea that she had seen my hard bird, even if was too much unconsciously for me,: too much stimulant, too much perverse, too much beautiful!

I went down of head, I didn't reason anymore by now, my mouth was disconnected from my brain and spoke alone.

You look that I don't have anything in the underpantses, or better, something there is, but I cannot get away from there.

I was not even aware of what I was doing, I went on by now without thinking.

I turned me verse of her in all of my s.h.i.+ne.

You lifted the stupid head from my affirmation, of reflex it put on to place the gla.s.ses, as to see better us, and it looked first toward my face, then toward my pea.

Bushels joking, true?

It was too much. I threw down me the shorts and I aimed straight my naked cazzo toward of her as the loaded rifle of a soldier of a firing squad toward his/her death row inmate.

I had the swollen veins, it pulsated me everything, the point it started to bathe himself/herself/themselves.

Anybody joke.

You made a release and runs verse of me looking around himself/herself/itself afraid.

But are you crazy? Immediately put again yourself that shorts!

It put me before as to try to cover me and to conceal my eyes pea indiscreet.

It kept on looking at himself/herself/themselves around shaken and to repeat that I would have had to insert me the shorts.

I didn't think it really.

It grabbed me for the sweater and it brought me of run in the locker room to remove himself/herself/themselves from the quick one from that place where someone would have been able to see us.

The vision of that gigantic object had upset her not little!

From that moment, the situation did him confused.

Between a comment and another, a reproach and a heavy affirmation, my bird really he/she didn't want to know of it of ammosciarsi.

And the beautiful one is that she remained there, despite his/her invitations to cover me, his/her threats, his/her cries.

He/she remained there, and more we went on, more its look frequently fell more and more on my coso.

I don't know how to say if there has been a precise moment in which we have stopped discussing and initiated to make s.e.x, done it is that that day we swept twice in the locker room of the men of the school.

Its words at the end of the second embrace were: Be', I have to say that we have finally found something toward which you are brought indeed. I have developed well then my job.

I didn't believe it! Had swept! And had done him/it with my prof of Gymnastics!

Surely n.o.body would ever have believed me, but sincerely didn't even care me, that that really was important was that I finally became a man in everything and for everything!

When we dressed again there, she started to give to me the guilt of everything and it said that if that history had ever slipped out for first thing anybody you/he/she would have believed me, according to with all of its strengths would be applied for making to expel me from the school.

I never told anything none of that that happened in that locker room, at least not in that period, even if some bored me. Not all can boast to have made him/it the first time with his/her own teacher of physical education.

I felt me great, I felt me a winner, I felt me a G.o.d!

Chapter 4.

If I think it now, to make s.e.x the first time to fifteen has not been a big note of worth on my curriculum.

Many my colleagues have told me of s.e.xual relations to twelve, ten or even nine years!

They discovered the s.e.x for game, for curiosity, or at times through of the nuisances suffered from component of the family, even if in reality those were indeed little. In all of my life, the people that have told me or that however he rumored around you are been molested s.e.xually from small they counted him on the fingers of a hand.

In the imaginary one of a lot of people" for well", the actor or the actress hard is someone that from small you/he/she has suffered some nuisances or however some sort of childish s.e.xual trauma. It was not this way.

There were also that cases, he rumored there were many of it even if not confessed, above all as it regards the women, but I am also in thousands in the common life of it, of every day, of all that people that don't have anything to whether to see with the p.o.r.no.

Every day in the world about ten are consumed, if not hundreds of s.e.xual abuses, is not that all these people become actors hard, simply between us we succeed in speaking more openly of it. We are more explicit, more change, are ready to speak of any s.e.x's type, both of the clean one and of that dirt, and above all we don't judge there to story.

It is clear that then the exception exists always. We are people, just as all the others. At times the p.o.r.no actor is defined as perverted, the actress as puttana. It is true, perhaps it is really what we are. The perversion fascinates us and we offers s.e.x in exchange for money, therefore these appellatives put on us to brush. Who knows because however we am not often respected and I considered, while the father of family that goes with the transes, the young couple that frequents club for traders, the clammy industrial cinquantenne with the belly moscia and the bald one that is together with the twenty-year old Russian, those are seen of good eye, and even would also submit him our children!

The world should start to open some the eyes.

Personally I have never suffered violence, neither I have ever done of it.

I loved the s.e.x, I was obsessed from the s.e.x, and I had the dowries and the proper dimensions to be able to break down in the world of the p.o.r.no.

The histories that I have felt to tell in my circle are the most disparate.

From what has started to turn p.o.r.no because he starved, to that that if it didn't make three times a day s.e.x at least it became violent, from the toxic one that made movie to buy him the drug to what enjoyed only if the woman was humiliated and beaten.

But there were also so many men and women that did him/it please, or because this seemed them a best method to make money that to go to break himself/herself/themselves the back from some part.

And they were right. At least I thought him/it.

Mine of history didn't have yearning details, skeletons in the closet, matters irrisolte. To who asked me how come was ended to be an actor hard I answered": I Have a cazzo of twenty-four centimeters, the alternative was to use to play him/it to baseball, but has always been denied for the sport!"

After the my first" meeting" with my prof of physical education, the girl Of the Lower part, followed others quite a lot of it.

It seemed a thing that had to end there, that afternoon, he/she confessed more ahead instead me that a cazzo of the kind could not let him escape him/it.

That that seemed a normal teacher was revealed as the more maiala of the women.

It taught me everything, it was my mentor, it liked to infringe. We have done him in moments and in unthinkable places: during the lesson while the other ones played to volleyball or to basket, in the recreation in the room for the receptions of his/her/their parents, on the roof, in the parking lot, in the empty cla.s.srooms left by the cla.s.ses when they went the laboratory, everywhere. There was not an angle of the school that we had not dirtied with our seminal liquids.

Very soon however our relations.h.i.+p went deteriorating himself/herself/itself.

Apart the fact that we always saw us and only during the scholastic schedule, or immediately after the end of the lessons but however always in the school; there was also the problem that she was becoming more and more jealous and possessive.

I was his, his/her and of nessun'altra and the twenty years that separated us could increase only all of its phobias its paranoias.

You were convinced that sooner or later I would have preferred some frigid ragazzina sedicenne that, his/her words, with a cazzo in hand you/he/she would have looked for first the book of the instructions.

On one side it was right. Not so much because of the age, how much for the fact that I however started to feel more always the desire to go with other women.

For how much I liked to sweep with her, for how much our relations.h.i.+p was exciting, I didn't succeed in stopping thinking to as you/he/she would have been to sweep him the other girls.

I talked to one companion of mine with the fleshy lips and I thought" who knows this as it will make the pompinis", I saw a tipa that bent him in ahead to pick up an earth thing and I wondered me" who knows if you/he/she has ever picked him/it up in that position"

It was by now more than one year that this history went on, and I could not make to stop her/it in bad way, I was afraid that out of spite she tried indeed to make to lose me the scholastic year.

With the time I reached the only possible solution: I had to change school.

I would not have had problems to insert me in another inst.i.tute, I was intelligent and my excellent votes.

The only problem would have been as to justify the thing to mine.

As I have already said mine they were not of wide views, they were types to the ancient one, and for ancient I intend more or less of the paleolitico or down of there, and the factor that me, minor, had swept with a mature woman and for junta one teacher of mine you/he/she would have sent out them some turns.

At the end I opted for the truth however, or better, a part of truth. I told my parents that I had had a relations.h.i.+p with a girl, a cla.s.smate, and that since the history was ended badly, the to be together seven hours a day would have jeopardized my scholastic career.

They didn't do more than so many histories, or they did better her because according to them to that age I would not have had to have a girl, but at the end they consented to the fact that I/you changed school, also because now they saw that inst.i.tute as a place of fornication.

We asked the void one it hinders to my high school and from that summer I didn't see the girl Of the Lower part anymore again.

Some missed me, above all the first times. To find a porcona of the kind was not easy, and above all to restart to kill him of pugnette when I had just gotten used to sweep a couple of times a week it was something frustrating.

More times I thought about going to find her/it to see if even a sort were feasible of" accord" extra scholastic, but then I preferred to abdicate and after sometime the correct choice he revealed.

Chapter 5.

In the new high school life was not badly. There were no s.e.xy and available teachers, at least not in my progress, but there were a lot of beautiful teenagers ready to plunge himself/herself/themselves in the magic spiral of the s.e.x.

The voice that I swept me my prof of physical education of my old school didn't start a lot us turning, I talked only to a pair of friends of it and very probably one of the two definite that would not have held the secret. Not that the thing interested a lot me. The most greater part of the people didn't believe it, he/she thought about the cla.s.sical one shot by teen-ager. So much n.o.body would have been able neither to confirm neither to deny the thing.

Lie or no, the history seemed to receive a certain success, above all among some girls.

Linda was surely the more party to the fact.

It was a beautiful girl Linda, tall, blonde, two astronomic b.r.e.a.s.t.s and a face from true puttana.

You/he/she had repeated a couple of times the year, it was greater than me, and it was opposite entirely to what I was me. You seemed a girl image of some localinos nighttime, you/he/she was always taken care of, always careful to the fas.h.i.+on, some sn.o.b, bewared all of the tall one to the lower part and it frequented only a certain entourage of people, of which I didn't make part.

You/he/she had never spoken to me despite we were in cla.s.s together.

You in cla.s.s were a kind of vegetable, it didn't interact with anybody apart a pair of girls. It spent the time developing a.s.signments what the to skim through magazines of fas.h.i.+on, to make himself/herself/themselves the fingernails and to think to as to spend the weekend.

That day the teacher of letters asked me in front of everybody to remain for a mezz'oretta after the end of the lessons. You/he/she had noticed my qualities, but also the fact that all of my results derived from the least effort, therefore you/he/she would have liked to motivate more me to succeed in excelling and to raise me from the average that, alas, it was not so tall then.

The boys not perdettero the occasion to take around me some Moccia, begs me, this not to do you her or you risk that remains dry us!

The prof of letters was next to the pension. You/he/she will have had about sixty years, but because of an illness that had struck her a few years before showed at least ninety of it.

I picked her/it up to laugh, and I was not the solo.

For that history I had gotten used to be taken around by everybody, it was not a problem, rather it helped to bring forth my legend that scattered more always him. They looked for all to tease me but in reality I knew that they were jealous only because you/they would have liked to have them to her, an experience as mine.

Often around the takings had come since usual two or three, but it happened that it also united him somebody else. I certainly expected me to feel all speak, probably also one of the profs, but I would be never me expected to hear the voice of Linda.

Thing is, do you have a weak for the old ones or for the teachers tardone in general?

I didn't think of him same turning to me, you/he/she never turned to me, or at least, not to joke.

Instead when I turned me you/he/she was looking really me, with that terribly s.e.xy stupid smile of his.

Two anybody it was my answer to that question.

Be', then he/she wants to say that you go around to shoot cazzate, since you boast you to be sweeps you a prof in the school from which you come.

You/he/she was clearly provoking me, I didn't know for what motive, but I was not annoyed of it.

The solo fact how same speaking with it made me to me enough euphoric, and however I knew how to defend well me with the words.

I don't go around to boast me of it, I am not the type of boy that boasts him some his/her own s.e.xual performances. I have confided him to someone who is revealed to have too much the long language. And I don't shoot cazzate.

I cared to underline well with the voice the last sentence.

Then we return to the point of before, do you have a weak for the old profs tardone?

You/he/she was playing with me as the cat with the mouse. I had understood him/it, and definite to be to the game, but with my rules.

For your information it was not an old tardona but a big beautiful gnocca of trentacinque years. To be beautiful firm when they are been eighteen years old it is easy, it is when him he stays after the thirty that he can affirm indeed to be a beautiful woman.