I suddenly then felt his saliva land on my bum and he slowly started putting one of his fingers into my bum. Weird sensation and I was very tense, he ...then told me, "to relax and if you want I can stop". I decided to let it carry on for a while, the more he massage and fingered my bum hole the better the feeling became and it slowly started becoming pleasurable. It went on for a few mins then he removed his finger from my bum.I then got up off the bed and pushed my boyfriend back that he fell on. In 1995 my brother brought home one of his friends who had joined his college. He was a foreign student from Africa. He had come through an exchange program through some European university for completing the last year of the engineering course. The name of this student was Joseph. My brother and Joseph became good friends and he started coming to our house quite regularly.I too became friendly with Joseph as he was a nice guy. During the summer of 1996, my brother and Joseph were placed in the. A restlessness I had not felt in a long time consumed me, and I realized I missed her more than I could possibly have imagined. Being with her these last weeks, I had felt normal again. Settling into my armchair, I gazed upon the flickering fire, thinking back to before — to the time when I was a man; a simple, ordinary mortal with no idea of the angst and horror that awaited me.I was born Vincenzo Giulio Vasari in 1467 in the Tuscan city of Florence. Birthplace of the Renaissance, Florence was. His eyes roaming my naked body aroused me. Curiously, the lust I felt didn't shame me. Suddenly, I understood. I wasn't feeling lust for my father, but his eyes on me were turning me on. I was becoming sexually aroused, but I wasn't lusting for Dad. That's why I felt no shame. I deduced lust must be an emotion, while arousal was a sensation."I know you've been wondering how my body has developed over the last few years. Take your time. Take a good look. I don't mind."I performed a pirouette,.