Originally posted January 28, 2015!
When I think back to my childhood and my adolescence, I don't remember there being one thing that made me interested in boys/men. However, I can remember that at an early age, maybe 9 or 10, I began noticing men. I would look at catalogs when they came in the mail and immediately look for the men's underwear section. I always enjoyed seeing the bulges in the tightie whities and wondering what was underneath.
As I started puberty around age 11 I knew there was something different. I enjoyed looking at men. I would sneak glances at my dad when he was coming out of the shower. Nudity wasn't really accepted in my family and these stolen glances were far and few between. I always wanted to know why his penis was so much larger than mine and covered with hair. My younger brother and I had taken baths together but his was just like mine, small and insignificant, nothing to get excited about. But when I found my first pubic hair that was exciting. Things were beginning to change. I had not started filling out yet but I did wake up some mornings with a hard on. Sometimes, I would wake up and my shorts would be damp. I thought I was pissing in my sleep and that kinda freaked me out.
Not long after I discovered the wonder of masturbation. I don't even remember how it all happened. Maybe it is a generational memory that all men have and just instinctively know how to jack off. I found that using some lotion and focusing my attention on the shaft of my growing dick, moving up and down slowly and then steadily increasing the speed and intensity felt the best. After a sufficient time of playing around, I found myself falling over the edge of the cliff into a deep and pleasurable orgasm which ran shivers up and down my body.
This was also about the time that I found that my religion did not approve of this. I was told I would go blind if I masturbated, it was a sin, pleasuring yourself was of the devil and should not be done. I could not figure out why something that felt so good could possibly be a bad thing. I still continue to struggle with this belief system to this day.
I had my first same sex experience at 12 years old. I was spending the night with a friend and we were going to stay up all night watching tv and playing games. He had pulled some Playboys from his dad's stash under his mattress and we were looking at them. We were both in our underwear, tightie whities as that was the norm for the boys in my school. I was interested in the pictures and I was getting a little wood and he was too. We were talking and laughing about the pictures when he asked out of the blue "have you ever been sucked before?" I was shocked, what the hell was he talking about? Who was going to suck my dick? I had never been with a girl, so how could that have happened. I said " No, have you ever been sucked"
His answer was no but he wondered what it would be like. At that moment the world kind of started spinning around me. He reached down and pulled my underwear down so he could see my dick. The next thing I knew, his head was down and my dick was in his mouth. He only sucked me for a few seconds and then he pulled up. I didn't know what to say or do. My head was definitely spinning. I was completely speechless. He said, "That's not so bad". I asked what it tasted like? He said it was kind of salty but not in a bad way. He laughed it off and we continued looking at the Playboys. We didn't do anything else that night and we eventually fell asleep. When I went home the next day, all I could think about was that he had put my dick in his mouth. I was scared because I thought I might be going to hell for doing something like that. I was also really excited about it. I couldn't stop thinking about it. The next time I jacked off I thought of him pulling down my shorts and sucking my dick. It was an electric feeling all over again.
When we went back to school the following Monday, we didn't really say anything about it. I think we were both afraid of someone else finding out what had happened. It took several weeks before we had another sleep over. I was really excited about him spending the night at my house but I was also terrified. What would happen this time?
Come back soon and I will share the continuing story...
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