Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2023 04:19:03 +0200 (CEST)
From: enbyfictionwriter@tutanota.com
Subject: Growing Up Non-Binary - Chapter One

This story is total fiction, I don't condone any activities that are
illegal and/or harmful where you live. Do not read this story if you are
not of legal age to do so where you reside.


I loved babysitting Nolan and Simon, the two cute little boys who lived a
few houses down. I had just wrapped up middle school, and was looking
ahead nervously to starting ninth grade in the fall. Still, it was summer
for now, and I wanted to enjoy every last moment. I guess Carla, the
boys' mom, felt that my entering high school in the fall rendered me old
enough (and responsible enough?) to babysit her two boys. She was a
single mom, and hadn't been out for a bit of fun in a long time. Some
girlfriends of hers from college called her up, asking her to drinks
Thursday night, and she told them she would try to find a sitter. She
asked me, and I enthusiastically agreed, looking forward to Thursday
evening. I had known Nolan and Simon all of their life, even when their
dad was still around. We would play in their yard, or mine, flying kites,
racing RC cars, or building with those giant lego type plastic bricks. We
had so much fun together, and loved each other like brothers. When I hung
up the phone, I thought about all of the cool stuff I would be able to
buy with my babysitting money. It also gave me a strange thrill to
imagine being in charge of the younger boys, entrusted with caring for
them like a parent. Somehow, my excitement had translated into a very
stiff erection, so I ripped down my jeans, slung my body into bed, and
began to jerk off. It didn't take much more than a bit of free time, and
a locked door, for me to decide to masturbate in those days.

I had discovered orgasm almost by accident, in bed one night when I was
about ten or eleven. I had enjoyed stroking my little penis for pretty
much as long as I could remember, but it was always done absentmindedly,
slowly, with no goal in mind. Once the hormones of puberty kicked in, I
felt a new urge to stroke, and although I didn't know it yet, to come. My
body took the lead and directed me towards that unknown goal, asking me
for faster, harder, more slippery strokes. I liked scented lotions, and
had a particularly nice lavender one that I loved to put on my arms
before bed. It helped me relax and feel sleepy. That night I guess I left
a little bit behind in my palm by accident, so when I went to stroke
little Alex (I had lovingly nicknamed my tiny cock after myself) before
bed, I felt a surge of electricity, and thought "woah!"  It burned a
little when the lotion got into my tip, but it also felt intensely good.
I masturbated (though I didn't know the term yet), and unknowingly got
extremely close to orgasm that first night- but I didn't come. I think
the burning kept my orgasm at bay. The next morning, I was in the
bathroom when I noticed my sisters vaseline container sitting on the
counter, and felt curious. I scooped a dollop of that into my palm,
double checked that the bathroom door was locked, and laid back on the
shaggy floor mat. I was instantly transported straight to heaven. I had
an unmistakable urge to spread my legs as wide as they would go, touching
my little feet back together in a diamond shape. I really wanted to see
what my hand was doing down there, so I quickly rolled up a bath towel
and stuck it under my head. Before long I was panting, groaning, and
moaning (as quietly as I could, so as not to be discovered by my mom or
sisters). Before long I felt my orgasm approaching, without knowing what
it was. I leaned into this feeling, without a hint of fear. My orgasm
exploded from my tiny little eggs, through my shaft, and up into my lower
belly. Every muscle in my body went tight, and I held my breath. I am not
sure how many times my penis spasmed, but it was probably around seven or
eight. I had just experienced my first, beautiful, dry orgasm.

In retrospect, I was horny as fuck for about twelve years, and this was
the first time it ever had a chance to fully release. I had been
desperate to see little girls nude for as long as I could remember- not
that I ever got to. All of that pent up sexual tension built and built,
day by day, for over a decade, until it all came exploding out of me in
the bathroom that morning.

Ever since then, I jerked off every single morning when I woke up, as
soon as I got home from school, and maybe once or twice just before bed.
I was horny as hell, and loved every minute of it. A funny thing happened
to me as the months of puberty ticked by; I got a bit older, hairier,
more mature, but the stories I jerked off to were about the same kids I
had always fantasized about. It seemed that my body was growing, but my
sexual appetite never grew up. I never fantasized about fucking either,
and when I watched porn, it seemed foreign to me. I liked to imagine a
nine or ten year old girl naked, with her legs spread, with me looking.
Or a little boy masturbating his tiny cock. Those were the images that
seemed to get me off the best, though I had never done anything sexual
with another person. Perhaps if I had played sexually with other kids as
a child, I would have totally satisfied that need. In any case,
fantasizing seemed to do it for me.

This particular jack off session was going very well. I was imagining, as
usual, little Simon and Nolan sitting on their couch, naked, with boners
in their hands. There were two parts to my fantasy which would soon be
proven quite false. In my mind the boys were circumsized, just like me,
and though they loved to masturbate, they were too young to come. My body
responded to this imagery with a sudden surge of energy; my balls drew
close to my body, and my penis seized up, before spraying cum all the way
over my head and onto my pillow. The next spurt hit my face, the next my
chest, and the final few landed in my sparse little bush. I grabbed the
tissues next to my bed, wiped up, and rolled over for a little nap.