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maximo's past

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙯𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧"

𝓶𝓪𝔁𝓲𝓶𝓸

my dad was rich, i lived life comfortably when i was with him. he was kind, he treated me very nicely and i felt really appreciated as only he shown me love. i did not feel bad despite not having a mom as he was already more than enough. in school, no one wanted to be friends with me as no one appreciated me for my personality and who i was.

when i was ten years old, my i had a talk with my dad during dinner as usual. he told me about masturbation as he wanted to educate my on good masturbation habits and only do so when appropriate. i was intrigued, i paid more attention than usual when my dad was explaining to me about it. i was very interested in getting to know more about it.

after my dad finished explaining to me about healthy masturbation habits, it came with no surprise that i started to try it out although he told me not to. i went into my room, locked the door, laid down on my bed and played an erotic video. i pulled down my pants and my eyes were focusing on my dick. i never appreciated my dick more than that moment during my childhood.

i sticked my hand out, grabbed my dick and started moving my hands up and down, up and down and the whole pattern repeats again and again. it felt very pleasant to me at that time. but looking back, i would actually want to clown myself as i feel a lot more pleasure than that every day as a grown up adult right now.

i actually was moaning when i was rubbing my dick for the first time. hearing the moans from the porn actress was even way more better than hearing the voice of my crush at that time. i enjoy masturbathing a lot. subsequently, i started to do it daily, sometimes even a few times a day. there was even once i masturbathed a whopping fifteen times. in school, i told my friends about masturbation and they were all disgusted and did not want to be associated with me. but i did not give any fucks as i felt that masturbation was more satisfying than to have friends.

when i was sixteen, i decided to go to a sex shop. i went to print out a counterfeit identification card and went to the sex store. i flashed the counterfeit identification card to the staff and i was given access to the store. when i was in there, it felt like i was in heaven! i did not feel better being anywhere else, even my room. i spent a ton of money there, i bought a penis pump and dick enlargement pills.

i started using those toys often and my hormones went out of hand without me realizing it. i started to masturbathe at least three times a day. my dad did not know about my situation, no one around knew about my hormones. i was addicted to self-pleasure but there was no one to help me as i did not have the courage to tell anyone. i just continued to get addicted to things that i should not have got addicted to.

well you might think that i blame my dad for who i was, but i don't. i blame myself for it. i know that i have fucked myself up. i knew my dad only told me about masturbation for the exact opposite reason; so that i don't become this fucked up. i have just determined my own future from the time i started masturbating, i would just be a useless whore just hooking up all the time.

going to when i was eighteen years old, i finally hit the legal age to have my freedom. i can finally start drinking, somking and most importantly fucking other girls. as i knew that i would become a whore, i started working out to get a good body figure and a huge cock so that girls would actually want to fuck me. but i gotta admit, i love looking into the mirror as i can see myself as i look very hot.

on my eighteenth birthday, i decided to fuck someone. but i had no one to fuck as i had no friends. i went into a club and i just took off my clothes and there were sawrms of girls who came to approach me. i picked the hottest one and i started to talk to her. i felt an immense amount of sexual connection with her. looking into each other's eyes, both of us knew that we wanted sex. we went to the nearest hotel and got a room.