1.I have always been sexually self-conscious, I don't mean self-conscious in the sense of having intercourse but rather about everything else. During sex I prefer to have fun like any young man, but before and after the act where the awkwardness comes in is where I find myself hating the world and the person I I'm about to fuck or just fucked recently. Usually, young men love hunting and the thrill of courtship. My best friend prefers this to sex itself, he believes that "it's a canvas that only the best artists are able to paint on." Somehow I intend to agree with him, then reality kicks in and I remember that people are disgusting creatures, before, during (especially during) and after intercourse sexual. I'm not sure where my hatred for humanity comes from, but I have a feeling it has something to do with hitting puberty and realizing that most people are idiots and only want for themselves. For me, a certain clarity came over me like a typhoon of bricks when I hit puberty. The idea of ​​sex was no longer a foreign idea to me, I began to care about the appearance of my body and I also began to notice girls and unapologetically some boys. Porn wasn't a big part of my puberty years; I knew about it of course but it never interested me, the same goes for masturbation. I wanted the real thing and I set out to get it. When I was fourteen, I came across a little girl who looked like a squirrel who was kind enough to give me what I wanted. Losing my virginity wasn't as bad as people would have you believe, and because of that, I would pretend to be a virgin for the next six years (it was a major part of my way of "getting it done"). courting » ' women). After Squirrel Girl and I finished, I decided that sex had only one purpose other than the middle of the paper and the boy through the double doors. It is thrown to me; I grab him by the neck. A naked man hands me a hammer. Without hesitation, I punch the crying boys' faces. I continue hitting the boy's face with the hammer until all that's left is broken bones protruding from bloody pulp. I throw him to the ground, I join him there. I start rubbing my face against his bloody pulp, licking and rubbing his body. For a moment, I think I'm a cat. I put my hands in the crater that is his face and covered it with blood; I undo my pants and start to masturbate. Pick up the pace as I look at the waiter and then at my guests who are still celebrating. I see the red guest we contacted. I look at the boy again and cum into his luscious bony crevice. I collapse onto my back and close my eyes. I see a group of blue butterflies coming towards me and engulfing my body, they wash away my sins..