For each boy, a young man, the example and educational influence of his father is very important. No wonder you can often hear: "What a no, but still a father," "Though such, but a father," "Better with that, but a father," "Do you want to leave your son without a father ?!" Psychology have already proved the need for male participation in the education of both a boy and girls and children, deprived for one reason or another of this, are very different from their peers, who have both motherly love and paternal supervision in abundance.

The boy is brought up by his mother and grandmother, who care for him and cherish, do not allow him to box and force him into the music school and dance club, where he is again surrounded by women. Women at home, women at school, women in their free time. Is it any wonder that the boy begins to adopt their model of behavior and look at the world through the eyes of a woman?

I was lucky, just unspeakably! I had a father! Yes, even what! A real man, with a hairy back, a broken jaw, a scar on the floor of the face, and the entire abdomen, with tattoos on the fingers, forearms, shoulders, chest and even penis. He appeared in my life when I was 6 years old. Before that, my mother told me that he was on a long trip to the North. A little later, I learned that the trip was an ordinary stay in the ITK. But his appearance was very timely. I just went to school. Quiet, weak, insecure kid, in neat trousers, white shirt, not swearing at all, and especially mat. Father from this kind of my immediately vomited.

He arrived on October 11th. Why do I remember this date? Yes, because already on October 12, I was enrolled in a sambo section at the pioneers' house. The coach refused to take me: “He is very small and weak, he has no one to stand in a pair, they will still break!”, But my father whispered something in his ear and I was immediately put in a pair with Volodya from the 3rd “A ". The training was remembered by severe pain from falls. After the first throw, as usual, I begged, asking for mercy from my partner and help from my father. But he received a strong blow to the stomach from him: “Well, close your mouth, drisch! I got up and fight, and then I will tear off my head !! ”, and for the sake of persuasiveness I grabbed my head so hard that I definitely heard the crack of the bones of the skull. I was shocked. The entire survival system dictated by my mother and grandmother collapsed. No whining was possible, it meant death. I had to fight. I fell and got up, fell and got up. The pain pierced his back, legs, head spin. Volodya, as a true young sadistic child, was happy to be able to show off her coolness and skills on a weak and non-resisting little man. Kidal strongly and with amplitude. I did not cry and didn’t scream, I was screaming, pouring streams of tears from my eyes, bleeding from my nose and snot, and drooling from my mouth. After another throw, when I stuck my head in the carpet, and my consciousness went out, my father (as I was later told) with a satisfied smile picked me up and carried me to a dressing room to bring me to my senses.

When he washed me, washing away the blood and snot from his face, wiping them with his sinewy and callused hand, washing the lumps into the sink, he said: “You must understand, son. In life, there is only one rule. Or you or you! You can whine, ask, fall on your knees, give money, but still, it will not save you from another person who wants to be above you! You either play sports and you will live like a man or go to play the accordion, and then live like a woman! ”I chose sport. When I stumbled, committed shameful, from the point of view of the father, the act was lazy, he repeated this phrase all the time: “Either you or you!” organ: "Or you fuck, or fuck you!" That was the main line of his upbringing. I, in his opinion, had to fuck everyone. In principle, I was not against it.

“Women love those who are strong! You have to show them that you are strong and ready to fuck both her and her friend and even her ex-boyfriend, everyone! And then she will immediately give! All this romance with snot is for the weak! They buy women with flowers, poems, gifts to get sex, and you just have to go, look at her eyes, take her hand, take her to the bushes and fuck! ”- my father taught me a little after drinking. “Well, what are you saying ?! What do you teach your son? ”- Mama was indignant, but judging by the weakness of the resistance, she probably did this to her father. Programmed to such behavior and turned into a gladiator in a gym, tempered in yard fights, I gained fame as a ruffian and a scoundrel. I was feared and respected.

Once in a disco I saw a girl. I did not know what caught my attention in her, but I stared at her and could not take my eyes off. I clearly understood that I wanted her. Up to this point, I did not feel such a strong attraction to individuals of the opposite sex. All my sexuality came down to presenting and listening to poking jokes and gossip, watching pornography and studying my erectile abilities. The fact that I can already fuck did not reach me. And only now, in a disco, stroking the girl standing by the wall, in a dress and sandals, I realized that I wanted to stick my core into it. And very much. I boldly went to her and, standing up on the contrary, experienced some embarrassment. She was a head taller than me, and I looked at her chest.

“What are you doing, man?” She asked in a condescending tone, clearly not feeling threatened by me, not recognizing the male. “I liked you!” I said very loudly and with a challenge. She stared at me in surprise and laughed. “How old are you, boy? Go to the toy soldiers and grow pisyun! ”She gave me clear instructions. “I have already grown normally, enough for you!” I said cheekily, and not a drop of alcohol was in my blood. My father promised to kill me if he could smell this rubbish from me. The girl choked in laughter and angrily looked at me: “Well, get out of here, shmakodyavka!”

I grab her arm, so much so that she twists in pain and drags me along. Whoever is engaged in wrestling, he knows what a competent capture is. It must be done first and clearly, grabbed as in an iron grip, and then the throw will go. If you lose the seizure, the fight will be difficult to pull out. I always won the grip. Quickly and accurately grabbed, squeezed, pulled and the opponent flew. They even gave me a crooner - Crab. I squeezed my hands so hard that there was no way for an opponent to break free. And now, I, burning with desire, grabbed the hand of the girl so strongly that she had to obey me. “Let go, freak! It hurts! ”She shouts, but I squeeze the brush even more and answer:“ Well, quietly! You scream, crush your hand! Do you believe ?! ”, and I still press for persuasiveness. The girl squeaks and agrees that I am telling the truth.

She is mine! I feel like the owner of this girl. “The main thing that a woman would feel in you is a peasant, strong and powerful! And no matter how you show it to her. You can lift the barbell with it, you can hit someone in the face, or you can bend it! The main thing is that physical strength and animal aggression would be visible! ”- my father taught me, and I just saw how right he was. She is no longer so proud and domineering, she looks at me plaintively and even pleadingly, she recognized my strength and appreciated her personally. Now I am in charge and it does not matter that she is taller and older. I am a man and I took it.

I already clearly see how I will fuck her around the corner of the DC. My dick is already swollen and pulls off pants. Holding the girl by the hand, dragging her behind me, proudly opening my chest and straightening my shoulders, so that everyone would see that there is a man walking and leading his woman. She goes submissively, weakly understanding what is happening. Some kid drags her like a little dog and she does not have the strength and ability to resist him. She is already very afraid of him.

I take her out of the building and drag her to a dark place behind the DC, where the guys and I often saw couples having sex.They even sometimes teased them, shouting: “Stand! The police! ”And laughed happily, seeing as those, terrified, with their pants and cowards lowered, trying to escape. Then we fled, fleeing from the righteous ...