I started looking at porn before I even started puberty, but some girls at school set a bad example.
They all had smartphones, and used them to show boys porn, but I also had an older brother. He tried to hide it, but I knew what he was doing in his room, or the bathroom every time he got a boner.
I just wanted to see it, but I finally talked him into fooling around with a girl from school, so I could see it. He didn’t really want to, but then she showed him a bunch of sick Japanese porn, on her dad’s computer. I got to see him with a boner, and fooling around with her naked before they kicked me out, but that satisfied me for a couple years.
I wasn’t really sexual, yet. It didn’t even turn me on, I was just curious, and it seemed like all the older kids were doing it. Not to mention all the grownups, but then the 6th graders went on to middle school. Some older kids moved up to 6th grade, and kept up the tradition. I’m going to call it the Boy’s Corner, even though the Girls ran it.
The big girls that started puberty, and growing boobs, so they had something to show the boys. There were always one or 2 every year, that were precocious enough to get boners, and had some idea what to do with them. By the time I was 11, and in 5th grade, I had a pretty good idea what porn was for, and I’d been watching full grown men, sucking and fucking a couple of years.
When I say that, I mean it took me a while to find what I wanted to watch, on the gay sides of Pornohub, Xvideos, XNXX, and free sites like that. “Boys,” meaning men, but I was still stuck in that immature mindset where everyone was a boy, or girl, except for mom, and dad. They weren’t mommy, and daddy any more, but I caught them fooling around in the morning.
Mostly on weekends, they slept in, and dad got morning wood like any boy could. Sometimes, mom took advantage of it, and I eventually understood the signs. They slept in, but we could hear them talking through the door. My brother had a girlfriend, and I weirded him out by being a little too curious, about his dick. Asking questions, like “Why?” and what he liked to look at. Fairly typical boy stuff like boobs (Which I didn’t have to show him, or I probably would have flashed him to give him boners.)
I also told him about the girls cornering the boys at school, and he even came by to see it once, but just that one time. He kind of avoided me after that, as much as he could while we’re still living together. He sure wore pants all the time, and got even shyer about hiding his boners when he got them. I guess I sexually harassed him, but I didn’t know what I was doing made him uncomfortable, because he wouldn’t admit it.
I’m not making excuses, I knew that I wasn’t supposed to do it, I just didn’t know that he was a little afraid of me. It’s hard for a boy to admit that his little sister is scaring him, especially when it’s about sex. Boys aren’t supposed to be afraid of sex, or anything. So, he put on a brave face, and probably lied to himself about it, too. I knew it was dirty though, and I started to obsess over it.
Mom, and dad didn’t really play any kinky games, they were fairly vanilla. Even when they talked dirty, and I listened through their door. Mom said “Look what we have here!” Or dad said he had something to show her, and he took her to bed early, but they shut the door. Locked us out, and they always had curtains over the windows so I couldn’t run around back, and watch them.
At some point, I heard about Circle Jerks, and looked that up. Those were on the gay side (Because obviously, only a gay man would want to watch teenage boys beat off, or only gay boys play with themselves in front of each other.) but I couldn’t really put myself in that picture. So, that was pretty much my gateway drug, I looked up Circle Jerks, and I got addicted to grown men jerking off together.
Of course they didn’t just jerk off, to porn. Sometimes they started out that way, but more often than not, they got gay, and touched each other. Kissed each other, felt up their bodies, and most of them were muscular. Or I just picked the ones with hunky men in the thumbnails, because they looked older. Hairy men, and being porn stars, they all had hilariously oversized cocks.
Of course, they also sucked, and fucked each other, but then I usually skipped ahead to the end, for the obligatory money shots. I really just wanted to see them jerking off, and I couldn’t see them do that, with their dicks hidden in their mouths, or up each other’s butts. We laughed about that part, because it was dirty, and butts were funny, but by the time I was in 5th grade. I was already starting to get a libido to go with my curiosity.
Oddly enough, I didn’t start playing with myself, until much later. I didn’t have anything to play with, sure I had a pussy, but that wasn’t turned on yet. I didn’t have much in the way of boobs, and I only played with those to give boys boners for years. Even before 6th grade, when I could be accepted as the ring leader, I had suggestions for the Boy’s Corner.
For instance, I thought it was a good idea to move it outside the fence, and after school, instead of on lunchtime. We didn’t have recess, but you could go out to the playground after lunch if you ate fast enough.
The teachers were pretty oblivious, and again. I’m not making excuses for doing what I knew was wrong. That being said, they also didn’t help giving us the wrong idea. When we got caught with a boy, he got in trouble for flashing us. We kept a lookout, so we could put the phones away before we got caught showing him porn, but sometimes he couldn’t get his pants up fast enough.
I started molesting them early on. I mean, I was the only one they accepted as early as 4th grade, but I started touching them. Encouraging them to drop their pants, and even turn around so we could touch them. Also, his cock or balls, but there was always 1 boy. Lots of girls, maybe 3 or 4 crowded around the corner that first year, but then more, and more heard about it. More boys bragged about it, and started getting boners after school, but it was always 1 boy at a time.
One of the nice things about after school was we had more than an hour, so the boys could even line up to wait their turn. We started molesting them together, but it was all CFNM. That’s Clothed Females, Nude Male, but we had plenty of titty pictures to show them. I don’t know how it started, so I wasn’t there when they made up the rules, but I assume that the first girls didn’t want to do anything gay, meaning Lesbian. If there were any closet lesbians, then obviously, they had no interest in watching prepubescent boys beating off in the corner.
We found new corners, around the school and if there was a boy you liked. In particular, you could follow him to see which one he went to. Try to get in early, before the other girls crowded around, because certain boys were “Cute,” and high demand. The Justin Bieber haircut got real popular, because boys heard that girls liked Justin Bieber. They even learned the words to “Girlfriend.”
I’m just saying that, I noticed on the internet. JB got a lot of hate from other boys who called him gay, and lots of nasty things, because he was cute, and he probably got loads of pussy. You know that, every time someone called him a fag on the internet. He’d have to stop banging 2 teenage sisters in the back of his limo to laugh at you.
Well, all the boys in my school, that had any interest in girls, whatsoever tried to look like him. Act like him, and even rap like him, so all the girls would fight over him, and his hairless little nuts.
Come on guys, we can tell when you’re just jealous, too. If you can’t beat them, then you can go home alone, and jack off looking at waifu porn. The boys at my school were smart enough to pick a Justin (Timberlake if not Bieber) and get molested by at least 3 girls every day after school. Does that sound gay to you? All right then.
I guess I became notorious, because I was the one that talked about it most. I was the most adventurous, and honestly, I was the bully that busted their balls the worst. I’d been doing it since 4th grade, and I escalated. I liked to point out that they didn’t have any hair on their balls, and they were shooting blanks, because they were little. 6th graders, the oldest ones had to be 12 at best, and those tended to be the ones that were too immature. Which is why they got held back, and so did I. Even though I couldn’t wait to get to middle school. Where I heard that boys had hair on their balls, and something to show for it.
I was so obsessed that I spent too much time thinking about reverse circle jerks to learn anything in school, so I failed. I started skipping to go over to the middle school, after that summer. There was this older girl, named Nancy Everhardt, and she told me they continued that tradition. In middle school, she also hooked up with my brother in high school.
That didn’t work out, because he was a teenager in high school, and she was a 12 year old in 7th grade, but developed enough, she could lie about it. She told boys she was 13, even when she was 11, and they believed her. Also, the name Everhardt ment she could say it “Heart,” or “Hard.”
I guess she started developing in 4th grade, and if she wasn’t the first ring leader, she was by the time I found out what they’re doing. So, I was jealous, and she knew it. She just hooked up with my brother, because she knew that he hid his boners from me, because I was dumb enough to tell her. She was my first rival, and I escalated a lot just trying to out-do her, because she had boobs, and that wasn’t fair. So, I cheated, if she wasn’t going to fight fair, then I wouldn’t either.
There was no way I was going to win there. She was 2 years ahead of me, she knew all the tricks, she was a natural Blonde (German) with pubes to prove it, and she had big boobs for her age. She was petite too, since she started early, she finished growing up in 7th, or 8th grade, but she didn’t fight with muscle. She didn’t have to, when she could just seduce the biggest strongest boy in school, and get him to kick your ass for her.
She dated Seniors, as a Freshman. Not a senior, Seniors, and they didn’t even fight over her. Just high fived, and talked about what a slut she was, because she was a power slut. She slept her way to the top at 14, and she had them wrapped around her little fingers. I fucking hated her, knowing that there was no way I could ever compete with her, and she knew it too.
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Jackin’ Jill (GB)
I couldn’t tell you when they started calling me Jacky, Jackoff Jill, or my favorite. Jackin’ Jill, but I know why. I knew the universal sign for that, and I thought it was a secret code for molesting boys after school. Yeah right, as if the teachers didn’t know the universal sign for beating off.
So then I got held back, and so did this boy, ironically named Justin. I already hated that name, because all the other girls wanted to talk about where the Justins, but he finally grew the balls to come up, and talk to me. Literally, I hadn’t never seen him around the boy’s corners, so I pretty much ignored him.
He heard about me, though. So, on lunch he asked me why I liked gay boys so much? The answer’s obvious, to any adult, and most teenagers that even bother to think about it: “The same reason why straight boys like lesbos so much. 2 hot guys are even better than one.”
“Oh,” he just nodded, and sat there with me. Stirring a salad, he’s a salad stirrer. Like that girl on a date that orders a salad, but she doesn’t want her date to see her eating, so she just plays with it.
I think I asked him if he was on a diet, because girls also do that because they want to eat something, but they don’t want to get fat, or they are fat, and trying to lose weight, but they’re still hungry. He wasn’t fat, in fact he was kinda tall, and his voice stopped cracking. I didn’t notice that because he never talked to me, before he started puberty.
“I guess I’m not really hungry.” He offered it to me. “You want it?”
“Not really a salad girl,” meaning I took the lettuce, and tomato off my burger, then added mayo. Not because I thought it was semen like. I was actually trying to put on weight, because I couldn’t grow up fast enough. So, I thought salad was diet food, as if eating lettuce would keep me from putting on weight in the chest.
At 12, I could wear padded B cups. So, he wound up throwing it out, and following me out to the playground, where he could ask me “Well, you wouldn’t happen to know any?”
“What?” I thought he just wanted a tugger, but another reason we had to push back the Boy’s Corners to after school is they started cracking down on girls sneaking out on lunch.
“Any other gay boys.” He said, really quiet, but it turns out he wasn’t gay.
“Oh!” I laughed, “No, I wish. I always wanted a gay friend, though.” So, I took his hand, and led him off to the corner, where we could talk. Semi-privately, so girls started running up, so I ran them off.
He was confused, and bisexual wasn’t really on our radar. I know, that’s a cliche, but maybe bisexuals wouldn’t be so “Confused,” if we admitted that male bisexuality was a thing, and it doesn’t make you gay. He liked girls too, he really liked me, because I was into gay porn, and I loved the fact that I could give him hand jobs.
Real handjobs, with pubic hairs, and a cummy finish. Blowjobs too, kinda, but I always liked hand jobs better. I guess because of the way I discovered my sexuality, got obsessed with boys whacking off, and the fact that I can see it better with it right in front of me. As opposed to in my mouth, where you can’t see much more than his belly button.
So, I never hesitated to suck his dick, but I mostly liked to get it wet, so it slipped through my fingers better. He liked gay porn though, so we watched that together, while I did most of the work, but it was a labor of love. I even loved him too, eventually. Okay, boring psyche stuff you can skip here, but I’m a situational sociopath. Sexual sociopath, all that porn, and dirty peeping to get a look at dicks made me obsessive, and impulsive, when it comes to sex.
I can control myself now, but when I was so hormonal? No, I can do Empathy too, but not when I’m horny. My libido takes over, and I can get downright wicked when I’m sexually frustrated, but I can be good, when I’m not. It’s made me do some really cruel fucked up things that I’m ashamed of, but that was all when I was young, and I didn’t know how to control my impulses. I didn’t know Why I had them in the first place, because I wasn’t diagnosed, and it’s not a common diagnosis anyway.
In fact, there’s still professionals that don’t believe in it. That children, especially little girls can be sociopathic. (The situational part is fairly well understood for teenage boys, and adult sexual predators.) So, you get counter-diagnoses like Oppositional Defiant Conduct Disorder, or Borderline Personality Disorder. She’s not a psychopath, because she’s a girl, but if a man acted that way, he’d be a psychopath. So, she’s “Borderline.” Girl Interrupted mansplaining bullshit. (I know that book was written by a Woman, but a woman that bought into that diagnosis, when she’s obviously writing about a textbook female Psychopath.) Not saying that Borderline isn’t a thing, I’m just saying you can get misdiagnosed by sexist doctors, if you’re a girl. Some of them tried to diagnose me Bipolar, even after I knew exactly what was wrong with me, and how to control it. (Mostly avoiding the situations that trigger the Sadistic part of my sexuality.)
Or just call me a Slut. That’s the slang word for a cum hungry girl that will do almost anything to get her hands on your jock, right? So honestly, I needed Justin just for a fairly normal relationship with a boy. I know this is a sex site, but it wasn’t just a steady supply of handjobs, and cumshots. That just kept me from thinking about that in class, so I could get my grades up, and move onto middle school at some point.
We started hanging out with each other, on lunch. It turns out that he just liked playing with his food, and salads were the most interesting food we had to play with. We had a salad bar, so he liked to spend extra time, making the toppings look pretty. He ate it too, unless he was nervous, which is why he just played with it, and threw it out on our first date.
I found all this fascinating, and mysterious, because I thought that he was acting out. Being gay, because anything girly was “Gay,” in 6th grade. He sure wasn’t gay, and he told me that. “I like your boobs,” when I got my bra off, and he felt me up while I beat him off. He wasn’t real hairy, but he was sprouting, and for some reason, I didn’t ask. Maybe subconsciously, I didn’t want to spoil the surprise, but sure enough. We’re standing up, and he was tall enough to just let go of my breasts, while I beat him off on them.
Then, I took him home to show my brother. No, I didn’t whip it out, and beat him off right in front of him. I only got one handjob that afternoon, but that was enough. I just introduced him. “This is my boyfriend, Justin, and this is my brother…” You understand that he wants to get left out of this.
Then, I walked him home just to find out where he lived, and we held hands the whole way. He kissed me on the doorstep, and went in. That was just so weirdly normal, it was such a relief? I was starting to scare myself, and the other kids. They were starting to call me a mean bitch, and a control freak, because I was starting to sexually abuse them. Okay, I always sexually abused them, and molested them every chance I got, but I was getting so bad that they started to realize it, and actually talk about it.
I have to say, you really have to overdo it a lot for a 12 year old boy to admit that you’re sexually abusing him. I mean, if you have boobs, and you’re not fat, or ugly, or whatever. Also, I had a whole bunch of girls our age to hide in. So, when it’s crowd of girls molesting him, I had to get really sick just to stand out.
I never abused Justin, sexually. He wanted the same things I did, and I was so lucky, I even called him “Justin Time.” Just like I was Jackin’ Jill, but I think that on some subconscious level, I realized that I needed him. If he hadn’t shown up until much later, I would have gone completely insane. It started as an inside joke, I thought of our lunch dates as my “Justin Time,” because I needed that to get trough the rest of my classes. We didn’t even do it at school, besides hugging, and holding hands, he didn’t even kiss me on the playground, but I had to talk to him. Just so I could wait until after school.
I’m sorry if this isn’t sexy enough for you, but I honestly don’t care. There’s plenty of stories of sick little girls that didn’t get the help they needed, so I’m sure you can find one to jerk off to. To tell the truth? It wouldn’t be healthy for me, either. I’m done playing into boys’ sick sexual fantasies.