Chapter 1

It all actually started the day I was born.

At the age of twenty-three, my mother was the Marketing Director for a mid-sized beauty products company, so she was obviously a pretty aggressive female. When she cooed and cuddled me as soon as the doc put me into her arms it could just be attributed to normal motherly instincts. I was her first child, so that was also a good reason for her to go gaga over me. It’s not unusual for a mother to breastfeed within an hour of birth, but my mom evidently wanted to do it after only a few minutes. Okay, so she loved her bouncing baby boy.

What was unusual was that the night nurse was caught breastfeeding me (or at least cuddling me up to her naked tits) that same night. She claimed she had never done anything remotely like that before, and had no idea why she had felt a compulsion to get me to suck her nipples when she wasn’t even lactating. She was fired, but that was the first real indication that there was something very unusual about me.

As I grew up I occasionally heard my mom talking with other moms about how popular I seemed with the girls. They agreed that I was very cute, maybe handsome for my age, but not a ‘beautiful boy’. Some of the moms even said that they were ‘very fond’ of me, and they all agreed I must have a lot of charisma. I really had no idea what they were talking about, although I certainly knew I got along with girls much better than I did with other boys.

In fact, it later occurred to me that they had no idea how popular I was with the girls, which was probably a good thing. Kids love to role play, and many of the girls wanted to play ‘doctor’, with them as the patient. By the age of nine I had already seen my share of flat little chests and bald pussies, although in a purely exploratory way for ‘female health’. Other girls cast me in the role of a teacher or the daddy, with them as the student or mommy. A few times one of the ‘students’ would say she had been very bad at school and deserved a spanking, so I accommodated them. Although I certainly knew what an authority figure was, I had no idea why they wanted me to play those parts, as I did not consider myself as a dominant person.

As far as boys went, it was quite the contrary. Most boys simply ignored me. I was a little on the small side for my age, so I seemed a natural target for bullies. In retrospect, I got bullied a lot more than some of the other smaller kids, although I had no idea why. This started as soon as I entered first grade, and my parents decided something had to be done about it.

My father was a commercial airline pilot who flew the long hauls to foreign countries, so he was gone a lot. He was six feet tall and in pretty good shape, but even if he had been home constantly he was not the type to confront the fathers of my adversaries. Besides, he wanted me to be able to stick up for myself as soon as trouble happened. My parents agreed to enroll me in a martial arts school.

For me -- much more so than the girls -- that was the greatest event in my life so far. I was signed up for two classes a week to see if I enjoyed it. The dojo had three forms at different times: taekwondo, kenpo karate, and Muay Thai. I chose taekwondo because it looked like fun to be flying around like a gymnast while doing punches and kicks. After the first two lessons I was hooked.

After a month I begged my parents to enroll me in the other two forms as well. They were very reluctant, not because they couldn’t afford it (both of them made really good money), but because they were worried that I would not be well-rounded if I didn’t participate in some of the usual sports the other boys liked. I didn’t tell them that was one of the reasons I liked martial arts, but rather talked about how the sensei explained about strength of mind and spirit as well as the body. Just as important for my social development was that half of most classes were girls as well as boys.

They liked the sound of all that, but they said to wait six months to see if I still loved it, as well as to build up my endurance. At the end of the six months they agreed to enroll me. So, six days a week I went to the dojo and practiced martial arts.

At first, having six 45-minute sessions a week was really tiring. But, by the time I had reached fourth grade, I was really fit. Instead of ‘skinny’, my mother described me as wiry. Sometimes after class my mother would run her fingers over my chest and arms and say how amazed she was at how muscular I had become, how I was “her little man”. I thought she was just being a proud mother, although I noticed she only did that when my dad was on a trip.

There were two other changes I noticed. One was that, when reading a book for doing my schoolwork, I had developed great focus on what I was doing. The other was that the school bullies had basically stopped picking on me. I had only been in a few fights since entering the dojo, but I had given at least as good as I got, even though a couple of times there were two of them. Once I had seen a second grader getting picked on by a fifth grader that I had previously taught a lesson. When he saw me approaching, he sneered at the kid and walked away. That taught me a different kind of lesson. I was proud of the fact that I could intimidate a bully just by looking hard at him with no need for a confrontation, just like my sensei had described.

I was ten, and one day while I was drying off after a shower I looked into the full-length mirror. I noticed that my little penis and balls seemed to have doubled in size. I’m sure it had happened gradually, but I hadn’t paid much attention until my underwear seemed tight. There also seemed to be tiny, light colored hairs around my dick. As I looked at my man tools, I suddenly got an erection. It both startled and embarrassed me, and I was sure happy my mom was not rubbing my arms at the time.

When I raised my arm to dry my armpit, I saw little stubs of hair where none had been. As I rubbed my armpit, which flexed my bicep, it seemed to me my firm but thin muscles were a little thicker. Even though I had just washed off, it seemed my pits were giving off a distinct odor that I had never noticed before. My dad had told me I would soon be entering puberty so I understood the signs, but it still kind of freaked me out. The smell was unexpected, however, and I was worried I would go stinking up rooms if it was this strong right after a shower.

Rather than driving people away, for some reason girls started coming on to me even stronger. Before it had only been a handful of girls who found me attractive. Now there were dozens of the girls at my school who smiled at me when they had previously ignored me. Of the girls who had wanted to play ‘doctor’ or get close and touch me before, many of them now tried to rub up against me or even kiss me. By now we were very aware that getting naked together or touching certain body parts was absolutely forbidden, but I got the idea that some of them would be quite happy to renew those childish games.

The second event that changed my life happened during that summer between seventh and eighth grade when I had just turned fourteen. Although I was still fairly short for my age, about five feet six, I was now practicing martial arts at least an hour each day, and my body was muscular and hard.

Marie Santos, one of the girls who came on strong to me, invited me to go to the local pool with her after my Muay Thai class on Saturday. The pool was several miles away, so her mother agreed to drive us.

I thought Mrs. Santos would just drop us off and then pick us up a couple of hours later, but she surprised me by coming in as well. After I changed I found us a few unoccupied deck chairs, draped my towel over one, and sat down. When I saw mom and daughter come out of the changing room, I was glad I was sitting down.

Marie was very pretty, with huge brown eyes, long brunette hair, a slim figure, but very small breasts on her five foot two body. But her mother was a knockout.

A couple of inches taller than her daughter, Mrs. Santos showed me what Marie would probably look like in a few years. I hadn’t really noticed her doe-like eyes, shapely nose and a full mouth that were framed by the same hair as Marie. But I could barely register that beauty because her breasts looked like melons on that petite frame, looking as firm as they were large. Her arms were lithe and toned, her tiny waist made those jugs seem to jut out even farther, and her legs made her look like a model as she glided gracefully toward me.