The Boob Man
I’m not exactly sure when it
happened, but I know that at the age of 5, I was fascinated by attractive women
and their breasts. It didn’t matter if they were young, old, or in between. The
fact of the matter was I was in love with breasts!
I had managed to get a girlfriend
in every restaurant we went to. The servers would flirt with me, and of course
I had to act shy, but my eyes always wandered down to their breasts. Those nice
firm bubbles popping through the top of their shirts. Now, I’m trying to be
polite about this, but I like to call them boobs. I think it’s funny how little
boys can get away with things grown men can’t get away with. When I looked at
their boobs, it was considered cute, but when Dad looked at their boobs, he got
in trouble.
I can remember grabbing my mom’s
boobs, and feeling my way under her bra. We would both be laughing I think
because she didn’t feel violated by her loving “little” guy. After all, wasn’t
youth about being curious? Oh I was curious all right and I wanted to feel
those magnificent things that jumped out of her chest! I wanted to see them,
and I wanted to squeeze them.
I even tried my techniques on
grandma, and it worked a couple of times as I aggressively shoved my hand into
her shirt digging for gold, and if I was quick enough, I could get under the
bra and feel a boob. But that didn’t last too long because grandma said it
wasn’t nice to touch her boobs. That was the first time I felt the pain of
rejection, but that still didn't stop me from trying.
I was completely taken by the
beauty of females, and I had an eye for the best looking women in town. If they
were cute, I was on it and they never seemed to mind. They even asked my name,
and a couple of them said, “when you get a little older, we can get married!” I
was excited. I had girlfriends, and I was going to get married.
It was a pretty good life for a
little guy at the age of 5, but now that I’m almost 7, I find that girls aren’t
as easy to catch. Instead of being called “little and cute,” I’m sometimes
called “a little pervert,” by my older sister. I still like boobs, and my Mom and Grandma call me a “boob man.” I think they mean it as a compliment, but even if
it isn’t, at least it’s the truth.
