On my way home from the school physician I mused over the diagnosis, that he told me. My only defect was a low testosterone level, and this was not even a defect at all, as he said. It required no medication whatsoever. This little deficit gave me the explanation of so many mysteries of my life and development and I felt relieved and happy about the insights:

The slightly lower testosterone level explained:

Ad primam: The almost total lack of body hair growth beyond my scalp

Ad secundam: The almost total lack of beard growth

Ad tertiam: The almost total lack of pubic hair

Ad quartam: The total lack of a booming masculine bass voice

Ad quintam: The total absence of a protruding Adam‘s apple

Ad sextam: My frail and rather small stature and my muscular weakness

Ad septimam: The total lack of sexual fancies involving girls

Ad octavam ultimamque: My sexual fancies and craving for daddy

Why I didn’t fancy other boys? First reason is, that the majority of boys I know are idiots or machos or mostly both. Second reason, why should I fancy mavericks, when I’ve got a full-grown bull at home?

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When I reached home, father was sitting on the sofa dressed only with a T-shirt and shorts, watching TV. I approached the sofa from behind, hugged him from behind and kissed his neck. This time, however, I kissed his neck one or two split-seconds longer than usual. Daddy was happy to see me, took me by my hand and led me around the sofa, sitting me on his lap. I took my shirt off, as it was warm, gave him a fat kiss on his lips and cuddled up to him, laying my head at his chest. As I startet running my fingers through his chest-hair, he sighed with bliss:

„Oh, how much I love you, my big boy!“

As I was caressing his chest, he caressed my smooth skin along my naked boney spine and ribcage, that felt so tingling through all my nerves, that I felt my penis get stiff.

„And how much I love you, too, my big daddy!“

I was sure, that he felt my erection coming, but I didn’t care. Shall he feel what I feel for him. I don’t hide anything any more from him. I even slipped a little closer to his body, to make him feel it more clearly. I was so surprised and happy when I felt his penis get hard, too. He also didn’t hide it from me. I raised my head from his chest and and placed my hand at his nape. I looked in his eyes yearningly, guided his head closer to my lips and kissed him, as we have never kissed before. I softly took all my courage and with my hand I started to caress the bulge in his shorts, what caused him to moan with pleasure.

„Do you remember that night, when you came into my nursery and caressed my body?“

He frowned in sorrow.

„Have I done something, that I should not have...“

I sealed his lips with another loving kiss.

„I just wanted to ask you, if you...if you could...maybe...can you do that again for me!?“

He carried me on his strong arms up the stairs into his bedroom...