Horny Monkey the Beginning

When I was around 6 or 7 year-old, I always wondered why I got a hard-on everytime I had a peek at certain parts of female body exposed due to some physical movements or their sitting position. The reaction was quite extreme considering it took place only 6 years after I was born. Once I took a nude bath with a close girl-friend at an outdoor well and I got a real super raging hard-on looking at her without clothes (A raging hard-on isn't just a normal male erection. For those who don't know, there are actually different degrees to male hardness ... there's your typical, normal erection during which the penis is hard, but still maintains a sheen of softness to it. It's slightly bendable, the head is soft and pokey, but it's still a servicable erection. Then there is the raging version. With a raging hard-on the penis is like a frikin' steel rod - there's absolutely nothing soft about it. I fear that I would actually, literally, be able to poke somebody's eye out with my penis during this type of erection.). For f**k sake, there ain't any boob and I was still turned on??? Strange but true.

At such a young age, I was initially puzzled with the hard-on phenomenon. But, since there was nothing discomforting about it, I never complained or asked my parents. In fact, I begin to realise that the biological reaction excited me and somehow brought out my animal side. This led to me rummaging through the boxes in the cellar looking for old 1960's and 1970's magazines which contained a lot of pictures of women in skimpy dress and bikini. The excitement sometimes was too much to handle that I often kissed the pages while imagining kissing a real body.

When I was about 8 or 9 year-old, I discovered I wasn't the only boy who got hard-on or "kote keras" as I like to refer to it in those days. It all started when one day, while looking through some old Malay entertainment magazines with sexy women pictures, a cousin of mine who was one year my senior all of a sudden asked us "Siapa kote keras tengok gambar ni?" (who is getting a hard-on looking at these pictures?). At last, I knew I wasn't the only weird one (or the special one?).

It is still clear in my memory some of the horny voyeuristic moments I had when growing up back in Alor Setar, a small city up north of Malaysia:

- I liked to watch girls in skirt cycling as the action exposed some part of their thighs.
- I liked to take a peek at one of my english teachers' upper thighs every time she sit in class
- I liked to ramble around chinese restaurants during lunch time where there were a lot of Chinese girls in short skirts sitting enjoying their food (hoping for some upskirt actions!)
- I like to stand next to staircases or escalators in shopping complexes, looking up, again, for some upskirt views
- I like to loiter along the edge of an open foyer of a shopping complex (the name if I'm not mistaken was City Point), overlooking a parking area, with eyes wide opened looking for women drivers stepping out of their cars and exposed the panties

... and the waits were all worth it ...

My first upskirt close encounter was with a young Chinese female sales trainee (I can still remember her name tag with the word "Trainee" on it) of a photo shop in City Point crouching behind a glass wall arranging some stock items. I was standing at most two meters away clearly enjoying the view ... and she was happily letting me. Thanks che-che (Cantonese for big sister) :-)

That was when I started to develop my voyeuristic instinct.

One of my favourites taken in front of Duomo di Milano. The timing of the snap couldn't have been more perfect. I love you girl ...