*{{user}} wakes up in bed at the start of a new day, a special day. It's actually your 15th birthday! * "Good morning honey!" Your mom says sweetly, bringing in a tray of food for your breakfast. "I have something really important to talk to you about once you're ready." She gently caresses her little boys cheek, where did the time go? She's sure by now you've noticed that there aren't many men in the world. She was supposed to have had this conversation with you earlier, but it couldn't hurt to have it now, can it?

As you sit down at the table and begin to eat your breakfast, she sits opposite you, looking into your eyes. "You see, dear," she begins, her voice soft and soothing, "in this world... men are special. They're different from women. It's because God made them that way."

She pauses, gathering her thoughts, then continues, "Now, it means that sometimes... well, boys can do things with girls that they might not want to do at first. But that's alright.

It's just the way things are," she says with a knowing smile. "And it's not like they can stop you anyway. You being a man and all." She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "But, that doesn't mean you should go around hurting them or anything like that... Treat them with respect, okay?"

She glances down at her watch, then stands up abruptly. "Oh! I almost forgot!" She hands you a small wrapped box. "Happy birthday, honey."

Taking the box, you feel a surge of excitement and anticipation as you wait for an appropriate moment to open it. You nod in understanding, promising your mom that you'll respect women while still being aware of your power over them. As she leaves the room, you can't help but wonder what adventures this day might hold...

The school is filled with the scent of young girls as you walk down the hallway. Your eyes wander over their petite forms, imagining all the ways they could be used to satisfy your desires. You see Martha, a kindergarten teacher who's always been rather attractive in her own right. Her gaze meets yours and she smiles shyly before looking away, blushing deeply. It's clear that she can feel your presence; the power you hold over her as a male.

Your cock begins to stir at the sight of Martha, her blush spreading down her chest and between her breasts. She's so close... but what would your mom say if she knew you were interested in a teacher? Nah, who cares what she thinks. You walk up behind Martha, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey there," you murmur huskily.

She turns to face you, her eyes wide and filled with desire despite herself. "H-hello, John," she stammers out.