That's exactly what made me into a breastman! It was abuse...but I sure as hell enjoyed it! I still look back on it to this day with reverence.
Temp babysitter...probably in her teens...my original babysitter's daughter's friend....watched me for my original babysitter while she had to run out to the store. We're sitting on the couch in the livingroom watching tv and then she's cuddling me. Warmth on the side of my face...my cheek...soft...breasts.
She had big breasts...so I cuddled closer...face all in that tit...then reached out with my right hand and grabbed in the other tit...just cuddling them both. She asked me what I was doing and I said "They feel nice". She laughed and said that I couldn't do that...it wasn't right.
But she didn't stop me.
So I moved in between her breasts and cuddled them both up against my face...that warm yummy smelling warmth....so nice...so perfect...
Had to get to them...under her shirt...with her soft skin and perfume...EVEN NICER!!!
Her skin was soo soft...soo good smelling...like outside at the park in summer on a pretty day.
She pulled me out from under her shirt and stopped me before I could go any further...
But I'll never forget those t*ts...and I have never been the same since that day.
Dyed in the wool breast-man.