bostonman

Last night I got a reply to a (non-escort) ad I had placed - the response culminating in "I just got a new phone, so no pics, but if you hit me up I can add you on Snapchat and can send u pics there..."
 
I wasn't going to reply at all, but then I decided to call his bluff, and wrote back:
"I'm so happy you have a new phone. That means you can take some new pics of yourself and send them to me. I'll be excited to see them."
 
Haven't heard back from him yet, lol...

Last night I got a reply to a (non-escort) ad I had placed - the response culminating in "I just got a new phone, so no pics, but if you hit me up I can add you on Snapchat and can send u pics there..."
 
I wasn't going to reply at all, but then I decided to call his bluff, and wrote back:
"I'm so happy you have a new phone. That means you can take some new pics of yourself and send them to me. I'll be excited to see them."
 
Haven't heard back from him yet, lol...

Last night I got a reply to a (non-escort) ad I had placed - the response culminating in "I just got a new phone, so no pics, but if you hit me up I can add you on Snapchat and can send u pics there..."
 
I wasn't going to reply at all, but then I decided to call his bluff, and wrote back:
"I'm so happy you have a new phone. That means you can take some new pics of yourself and send them to me. I'll be excited to see them."
 
Haven't heard back from him yet, lol...

I would assume that most of us play with ourselves very early on. I mean, we have this thing down there, why not? But, does the "classic" back and forth motion instinctively happen?
 
I had a few experiences with boys when I was starting puberty. One was a neighborhood friend - he let me play with his boner a lot, but I don't recall ever "jerking him off" with that classic rhythmic motion, it was more just feeling it (neither one of us could cum yet, so getting to orgasm wasn't the goal). My 2nd experience was with a friend who was nicely hung, and enjoyed showing it off, and I realized that in watching him play with himself that he was doing it how one was "supposed to" do it (so to speak). (We also experimented with blow jobs a little, though that was a learning curve for me too lol.)
 
It was after that that I began to play with myself as friend #2 had been doing with his own. So I guess that's when I started truly masturbating as we tend to think of it. But it would turn out that I was a late bloomer sperm-wise, and it was still a while before I was able to shoot.
 
That happened with a 3rd friend. We'd masturbate together - he could cum, but he would try to edge and hold off so that he wouldn't make a mess. I was so curious to see a guy shoot, though, and I remember one time I convinced him to let it go all the way. I was fascinated. The other thing that was hot about him was that he always had his other hand on his chest, near his heart. I think he told me he liked to feel it beat. There was something hot and endearing about that.
 
Anyway, it was with this 3rd friend that I finally reached that defining day of manhood, and it's a moment I will never forget. I had asked him if we could try blow jobs, and he was willing. I sucked him for a while but not to completion. Then he reciprocated. It felt so good. It felt a little too good. I had this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, which I figured was just nervousness (trying this with him, also knowing my dad would be home from work soon, etc). Then without any warning, I started to pee into his mouth. Or at least I thought. Except that it was spurts, not a stream. And I couldn't get myself to stop or to pull away. I specifically remember two big spurts happening before my friend pulled off - and then the rest of it came out - but of course it wasn't pee, it was semen. It had finally happened. We were both pretty amazed. I also remember my friend complaining that it had gone into his mouth lol, but I think he was ok with it. I also remember soon after hearing my dad's car in the driveway, and having to clean up and get dressed pretty fast.
 
But then, of course, the private life of a teen boy really began for me - now I not only knew how to stroke it "right" but I could orgasm also. For a while, life was defined by those moments when I could beat off - into the toilet bowl, or in the shower, or in bed, ready with kleenex to wipe it up, etc. I remember having another stroking session or two with friend #3 as well, but eventually that fizzled out. But for a while, I was fine with just having myself, lol.

Why would you say that, lol? After all, very few of his songs deal with homosexuality.
 
(And though I have a huge number of favorite songs and would have a hard time ever settling on one, I'll admit I'm a huge Sondheim fan too.)

I know this is about a straight porn move (gasp!), but anyone here know of a film called The Opening Of Misty Beethoven? A straight porn classic that (I didn't even realize until I looked it up just now) just got its first release on DVD/Blu-ray, and also a soundtrack release (more on that in a minute).
 
It's part "art film," part porn - and in reality it's the porn version of Pygmalion, with a sexologist turning a young prostitute into a sex-goddess pornstar.
 
When I was a college freshman in the early 80's, they had a porn night one weekend (along with the usual on-campus big-screen film night), and this was the film they showed. I was sitting with my (gay) roommate, and to be honest I don't remember all that much about the film or the sex...but I do remember a private joke my roomie and I had for weeks/months after that. And it concerned the soundtrack - this one peppy wordless jazz vocal bit (quasi Swingle Singers) that kept recurring throughout the film, that was way catchy and seemed fairly comical in the context of the film. For a long time after the showing, all one of us would have to do would be to start singing the "dabadabada" hook from that song, and we would start laughing. Hearing this on youtube just now brings back some silly memories.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hkojsf0rfN8
 
And...here's a taste of some of the crazy (but sometimes quite witty) dialogue from the film...(I love the airplane banter especially)
 

I had mentioned my adolescent dalliances with my friend Tim, and I also had a few experiences with some other neighborhood boys. But it was the summer that I turned 16 that I finally started my 'education' with men older than me.
 
I was working downtown that summer, and one day I went alone to lunch at a local McDonald's. I was wearing a t-shirt advertising a small local weekly newspaper (a relative worked there) which had a personals section in the back. An older man (40's-ish?) came and sat next to me and started a conversation. He mentioned said newspaper, and the personals, and asked what I thought of that. He went further and asked what i thought of the ads that said "GWM" etc.
 
Ok, so it was obvious where he was going. I knew it - and well, I was too shy, only on an hour lunch break, and perhaps not attracted. And of course wary of him being a stranger. So I said something intellectual, like "people that want to place ads like that are ok by me, but I'm not like that" or something. And he took the hint, and that was that.
 
But sometimes I do think back and wonder - had I been more savvy about these things, and more adventurous/interested, maybe we would have wound up having a good time. Or maybe I did the right thing.
 
But something else was going on too. Something that would really change my life for the next few years. I must have overheard a conversation that insinuated that men were using the restroom at the library downtown as a cruising spot. I went to that library fairly often, but never for that, lol. But, that summer, I tried hanging out there and daring myself to see what would happen. I might describe some of my adventures in another post, but suffice to say that that summer I began an interest in "tearoom" sex that would continue into my college years before I finally stopped doing it. When I started, it was 1980, AIDS was unknown, and security around that restroom and a few others I tried was fairly lax - when I stopped mid-80's, I think I was much more worried about catching an STD, and security had tightened, etc. (And perhaps one day I just realized that the sense of adventure wasn't there anymore, and that sex should happen in more comfortable, pleasant surroundings lol.)
 
That first time was, to quote Stephen Sondheim, an "excited and scared" experience. Again it was lunchtime, later that same summer. This particular restroom had two stalls (with no doors!) and with small peepholes (nothing glory-hole sized) - so one could look into the other stall, and/or you could spy on the guys at the 2 urinals next to that. That day I was in the stall nearest the urinals. A guy came in, saw me sitting there, and went to the urinal. He surely knew I was watching as he started stroking himself instead of peeing. After a minute or two he peeked slightly into my stall, with a knowing look, and I think, a lick of his lips. Obviously I knew this was a good opportunity. He motioned me to come over to the urinal with him. He played with my cock and sucked it, and when I was ready to cum I remember he stroked it out of me, having me aim it into the urinal. It was the first time an adult had gotten me off. After, he asked me if I wanted to do anything back, and frankly, I was so shaken by having done what I just did, that I made an excuse and said I had to go. I seem to remember him chuckling a little and thanking me for letting him play with me. I zipped up and got the hell out of there, lol. And really spent the rest of the day at work aware of my nerves - I was glad I had done it, but maybe I felt really guilty too lol.
 
But, I went back. And became a kind of a regular after a while. And it's funny to think back to all that - here I was, a chubby, average-looking, kinda nerdy kid, nevertheless getting all this attention from guys over twice my age (though occasionally there would be younger guys too, and even another teen here and there). I would guess they all felt pretty fucking stoked to find this boy as part of "the club" lol. It was edgy, and sometimes I realize what a miracle it was that I never got caught or into any dangerous situations - but I sure had some fun, if perhaps seedy, encounters lol.

I thought I had posted this yesterday, but I guess I didn't...
 
I was casual friends with a high school classmate who went to the same college I did, and he became friends with my roommate, so we would hang every now and then. I remember him telling me one night that one of the jocks in our high school class (very cute baseball player) had come out. He was one of those guys you'd just never expect to be gay, if one can say that about anyone, lol. I was, of course, intrigued, though I was sure I'd never have a change with the guy. And I never did get in touch with him.
 
I was curious one day recently and wanted to see if I could find him on facebook - which I did. He's married (to a woman) and I think they have 3 kids. Go figure...
 
I have no reason to doubt that my friend was telling the truth at the time. So I would assume that the jockboy was at very least experimenting. Or maybe he would now say that he's bisexual - who knows. But it's funny that I was actually just a little disappointed to see that he had swung back the other way, lol. But I also should assume that he has the life he wants, as I certainly have no reason to think otherwise. What I'd love to know is what his sexual journey was. But we were never close enough even in high school for me to feel like I can really contact him out of the blue to talk about it, lol.

I had mentioned my adolescent dalliances with my friend Tim, and I also had a few experiences with some other neighborhood boys. But it was the summer that I turned 16 that I finally started my 'education' with men older than me.
 
I was working downtown that summer, and one day I went alone to lunch at a local McDonald's. I was wearing a t-shirt advertising a small local weekly newspaper (a relative worked there) which had a personals section in the back. An older man (40's-ish?) came and sat next to me and started a conversation. He mentioned said newspaper, and the personals, and asked what I thought of that. He went further and asked what i thought of the ads that said "GWM" etc.
 
Ok, so it was obvious where he was going. I knew it - and well, I was too shy, only on an hour lunch break, and perhaps not attracted. And of course wary of him being a stranger. So I said something intellectual, like "people that want to place ads like that are ok by me, but I'm not like that" or something. And he took the hint, and that was that.
 
But sometimes I do think back and wonder - had I been more savvy about these things, and more adventurous/interested, maybe we would have wound up having a good time. Or maybe I did the right thing.
 
But something else was going on too. Something that would really change my life for the next few years. I must have overheard a conversation that insinuated that men were using the restroom at the library downtown as a cruising spot. I went to that library fairly often, but never for that, lol. But, that summer, I tried hanging out there and daring myself to see what would happen. I might describe some of my adventures in another post, but suffice to say that that summer I began an interest in "tearoom" sex that would continue into my college years before I finally stopped doing it. When I started, it was 1980, AIDS was unknown, and security around that restroom and a few others I tried was fairly lax - when I stopped mid-80's, I think I was much more worried about catching an STD, and security had tightened, etc. (And perhaps one day I just realized that the sense of adventure wasn't there anymore, and that sex should happen in more comfortable, pleasant surroundings lol.)
 
That first time was, to quote Stephen Sondheim, an "excited and scared" experience. Again it was lunchtime, later that same summer. This particular restroom had two stalls (with no doors!) and with small peepholes (nothing glory-hole sized) - so one could look into the other stall, and/or you could spy on the guys at the 2 urinals next to that. That day I was in the stall nearest the urinals. A guy came in, saw me sitting there, and went to the urinal. He surely knew I was watching as he started stroking himself instead of peeing. After a minute or two he peeked slightly into my stall, with a knowing look, and I think, a lick of his lips. Obviously I knew this was a good opportunity. He motioned me to come over to the urinal with him. He played with my cock and sucked it, and when I was ready to cum I remember he stroked it out of me, having me aim it into the urinal. It was the first time an adult had gotten me off. After, he asked me if I wanted to do anything back, and frankly, I was so shaken by having done what I just did, that I made an excuse and said I had to go. I seem to remember him chuckling a little and thanking me for letting him play with me. I zipped up and got the hell out of there, lol. And really spent the rest of the day at work aware of my nerves - I was glad I had done it, but maybe I felt really guilty too lol.
 
But, I went back. And became a kind of a regular after a while. And it's funny to think back to all that - here I was, a chubby, average-looking, kinda nerdy kid, nevertheless getting all this attention from guys over twice my age (though occasionally there would be younger guys too, and even another teen here and there). I would guess they all felt pretty fucking stoked to find this boy as part of "the club" lol. It was edgy, and sometimes I realize what a miracle it was that I never got caught or into any dangerous situations - but I sure had some fun, if perhaps seedy, encounters lol.

I had mentioned my adolescent dalliances with my friend Tim, and I also had a few experiences with some other neighborhood boys. But it was the summer that I turned 16 that I finally started my 'education' with men older than me.
 
I was working downtown that summer, and one day I went alone to lunch at a local McDonald's. I was wearing a t-shirt advertising a small local weekly newspaper (a relative worked there) which had a personals section in the back. An older man (40's-ish?) came and sat next to me and started a conversation. He mentioned said newspaper, and the personals, and asked what I thought of that. He went further and asked what i thought of the ads that said "GWM" etc.
 
Ok, so it was obvious where he was going. I knew it - and well, I was too shy, only on an hour lunch break, and perhaps not attracted. And of course wary of him being a stranger. So I said something intellectual, like "people that want to place ads like that are ok by me, but I'm not like that" or something. And he took the hint, and that was that.
 
But sometimes I do think back and wonder - had I been more savvy about these things, and more adventurous/interested, maybe we would have wound up having a good time. Or maybe I did the right thing.
 
But something else was going on too. Something that would really change my life for the next few years. I must have overheard a conversation that insinuated that men were using the restroom at the library downtown as a cruising spot. I went to that library fairly often, but never for that, lol. But, that summer, I tried hanging out there and daring myself to see what would happen. I might describe some of my adventures in another post, but suffice to say that that summer I began an interest in "tearoom" sex that would continue into my college years before I finally stopped doing it. When I started, it was 1980, AIDS was unknown, and security around that restroom and a few others I tried was fairly lax - when I stopped mid-80's, I think I was much more worried about catching an STD, and security had tightened, etc. (And perhaps one day I just realized that the sense of adventure wasn't there anymore, and that sex should happen in more comfortable, pleasant surroundings lol.)
 
That first time was, to quote Stephen Sondheim, an "excited and scared" experience. Again it was lunchtime, later that same summer. This particular restroom had two stalls (with no doors!) and with small peepholes (nothing glory-hole sized) - so one could look into the other stall, and/or you could spy on the guys at the 2 urinals next to that. That day I was in the stall nearest the urinals. A guy came in, saw me sitting there, and went to the urinal. He surely knew I was watching as he started stroking himself instead of peeing. After a minute or two he peeked slightly into my stall, with a knowing look, and I think, a lick of his lips. Obviously I knew this was a good opportunity. He motioned me to come over to the urinal with him. He played with my cock and sucked it, and when I was ready to cum I remember he stroked it out of me, having me aim it into the urinal. It was the first time an adult had gotten me off. After, he asked me if I wanted to do anything back, and frankly, I was so shaken by having done what I just did, that I made an excuse and said I had to go. I seem to remember him chuckling a little and thanking me for letting him play with me. I zipped up and got the hell out of there, lol. And really spent the rest of the day at work aware of my nerves - I was glad I had done it, but maybe I felt really guilty too lol.
 
But, I went back. And became a kind of a regular after a while. And it's funny to think back to all that - here I was, a chubby, average-looking, kinda nerdy kid, nevertheless getting all this attention from guys over twice my age (though occasionally there would be younger guys too, and even another teen here and there). I would guess they all felt pretty fucking stoked to find this boy as part of "the club" lol. It was edgy, and sometimes I realize what a miracle it was that I never got caught or into any dangerous situations - but I sure had some fun, if perhaps seedy, encounters lol.

I had mentioned my adolescent dalliances with my friend Tim, and I also had a few experiences with some other neighborhood boys. But it was the summer that I turned 16 that I finally started my 'education' with men older than me.
 
I was working downtown that summer, and one day I went alone to lunch at a local McDonald's. I was wearing a t-shirt advertising a small local weekly newspaper (a relative worked there) which had a personals section in the back. An older man (40's-ish?) came and sat next to me and started a conversation. He mentioned said newspaper, and the personals, and asked what I thought of that. He went further and asked what i thought of the ads that said "GWM" etc.
 
Ok, so it was obvious where he was going. I knew it - and well, I was too shy, only on an hour lunch break, and perhaps not attracted. And of course wary of him being a stranger. So I said something intellectual, like "people that want to place ads like that are ok by me, but I'm not like that" or something. And he took the hint, and that was that.
 
But sometimes I do think back and wonder - had I been more savvy about these things, and more adventurous/interested, maybe we would have wound up having a good time. Or maybe I did the right thing.
 
But something else was going on too. Something that would really change my life for the next few years. I must have overheard a conversation that insinuated that men were using the restroom at the library downtown as a cruising spot. I went to that library fairly often, but never for that, lol. But, that summer, I tried hanging out there and daring myself to see what would happen. I might describe some of my adventures in another post, but suffice to say that that summer I began an interest in "tearoom" sex that would continue into my college years before I finally stopped doing it. When I started, it was 1980, AIDS was unknown, and security around that restroom and a few others I tried was fairly lax - when I stopped mid-80's, I think I was much more worried about catching an STD, and security had tightened, etc. (And perhaps one day I just realized that the sense of adventure wasn't there anymore, and that sex should happen in more comfortable, pleasant surroundings lol.)
 
That first time was, to quote Stephen Sondheim, an "excited and scared" experience. Again it was lunchtime, later that same summer. This particular restroom had two stalls (with no doors!) and with small peepholes (nothing glory-hole sized) - so one could look into the other stall, and/or you could spy on the guys at the 2 urinals next to that. That day I was in the stall nearest the urinals. A guy came in, saw me sitting there, and went to the urinal. He surely knew I was watching as he started stroking himself instead of peeing. After a minute or two he peeked slightly into my stall, with a knowing look, and I think, a lick of his lips. Obviously I knew this was a good opportunity. He motioned me to come over to the urinal with him. He played with my cock and sucked it, and when I was ready to cum I remember he stroked it out of me, having me aim it into the urinal. It was the first time an adult had gotten me off. After, he asked me if I wanted to do anything back, and frankly, I was so shaken by having done what I just did, that I made an excuse and said I had to go. I seem to remember him chuckling a little and thanking me for letting him play with me. I zipped up and got the hell out of there, lol. And really spent the rest of the day at work aware of my nerves - I was glad I had done it, but maybe I felt really guilty too lol.
 
But, I went back. And became a kind of a regular after a while. And it's funny to think back to all that - here I was, a chubby, average-looking, kinda nerdy kid, nevertheless getting all this attention from guys over twice my age (though occasionally there would be younger guys too, and even another teen here and there). I would guess they all felt pretty fucking stoked to find this boy as part of "the club" lol. It was edgy, and sometimes I realize what a miracle it was that I never got caught or into any dangerous situations - but I sure had some fun, if perhaps seedy, encounters lol.

Oh, I liked him in Class too.

I played Mr. McAfee when I was 13, lol. I think I had a tiny crush on our Conrad (whose name I think was Greg).
 
The foot story brings me back to my young teen friend Tim (from earlier in this thread). Back at 13/14, I don't think I consciously knew I liked feet sexaully yet (by high school I did). But I had this odd thing happen with Tim one day that makes me wonder if I could have been heading in that direction, sort of...
 
It was summer, and Tim and I were at his house, in the basement rec room, watching TV. We were sitting on the couch, and he was sitting cross-legged, so that one of his bare legs was right next to me. (Wearing shorts/socks/sneaks.) And I don't think at this point we had done anything tactile yet - this was sometime before Tim's little "truth or dare" games and the time we blew each other. And I was (and still tend to be) shy about making a first move, lol - so what happened was not a typical thing for me.
 
In any case, I found myself reaching over and putting my hand under his sock, and rubbing his ankle underneath. I don't know why. I don't know what the impulse really was - but I was doing it. I tend to think neither of us was looking at the other. But he wasn't stopping me, or asking me what the hell I was doing, etc. And who knows how long it really went on for - a minute maybe - though maybe it felt like it was longer. And then I finally realized I should stop, I guess, and I took my hand out from under his sock - and that was it. Still no comment from Tim, no acknowledgement of what had just happened, good or bad. I remember shortly after he shifted his position so his leg wasn't right next to me anymore - though again, it didn't seem like it was him trying to avoid me or anything. And that's all I remember - except that I know it didn't lead to any other touching, at least on that day.
 
I still wonder what it was that made me want to do that. ;-)
 
And...at some point, I'd love to find a guy who might like to roleplay what could have happened...like, say that a still quiet Tim had guided my hand back under, hinting that he wanted me to keep doing it. What if he popped his heel out of his sneaker - a hint that I could go further in under his sock? What if the sneaker and sock eventually made their way off, and there I was, rubbing Tim's bare foot? What if then he......;-)

No, and yes. Jodie was dating Dennis, the football star. Peter was the tennis instructor that all the women were dating. ;-)
 
And yes, Peter was murdered early on.

No, and yes. Jodie was dating Dennis, the football star. Peter was the tennis instructor that all the women were dating. ;-)
 
And yes, Peter was murdered early on.

Thinking of TV shows - Soap debuted when I was 13, and although I wasn't ready to officially come out at that age, I knew that Billy Crystal's gay character was a role model. His character, Jodie Dallas, was I think one of the first gay characters on a TV series who was portrayed without stereotype - just a regular guy who happened to be gay.
 
And then I remember Gregory Harrison who was a regular on Trapper John MD a few years later. The shower/bare torso shot in the intro was something I always looked forward to (about 28 seconds in on the youtube clip).
 

Thinking of TV shows - Soap debuted when I was 13, and although I wasn't ready to officially come out at that age, I knew that Billy Crystal's gay character was a role model. His character, Jodie Dallas, was I think one of the first gay characters on a TV series who was portrayed without stereotype - just a regular guy who happened to be gay.
 
And then I remember Gregory Harrison who was a regular on Trapper John MD a few years later. The shower/bare torso shot in the intro was something I always looked forward to (about 28 seconds in on the youtube clip).
 

Oh yes - those letters sections were fun, plus my dad's little collection was mostly porn novels, rather than picture stuff. And those could be extra fun because it wasn't just about the sex - it was the story and the characters, etc. Maybe that's why I developed an interest in roleplay, lol.
 
(And yes, that collection did contain some bi/gay stuff. My dad and I did later have a bit of a talk where he admitted to some gay feelings and experimentation with a friend in college. But it's not something I feel he's ever been that comfortable talking about, so I've never pressed him on it. That's his private business.)

My parents had a copy of My Secret Life - right in the bookshelf, yet! (We had a huge collection of books in the basement recroom.) An odd book (a young British boy's very graphic coming-of-age story, written as a sort of memoir), but yeah, I was secretly reading it. They also had Naked Lunch, which wasn't really porn, but had some sex scenes in it.
 
This was around 13 or so, I think - though I was developing as one would expect, I was a late bloomer in terms of orgasm (not until the summer after I turned 14), But there was a part in My Secret Life where the (basically straight) boy describes watching a friend jerk off (the first time he saw someone cum), and later, a part where he describes his own first ejaculation. I must have read those sections millions of times lol.

Yeah - my dad had Playboys, and that was not a secret for me and my brother (I guess he didn't mind if we saw them). He did have a stash of more hard-core porn in the attic, and I discovered them by accident once when I was looking for something up there. My teen years then became a game, where my parents then put a padlock on the attic door, but I kept finding where they would hide the key...

I can think of several times pre-puberty when I realized I was privately taking particular notice of a male celeb or athlete or even classmate, etc, but the earliest thing I can remember was when I was 5 or 6. I had a friend my age, Steven, who had an older brother Chris (he might have been all of 9 or 10, but when you're 5, that seems like SO grown up lol) - and I seem to think I had curious feelings about Chris. (Funny, the one memory I have is that he wore what seemed to me to be a "grown up" watch lol). In some way I must have been looking up to him, even though I didn't recognize this as anything really "romantic" or sexual. And of course Steven and I were just "little kids" to him - I don't know if he ever really took much notice of me. But I would remember going home after being at Steven's house, and somehow I'd always think about Chris.
 
In grade school, when we first started dealing with being naked and showering along with gym class (4th grade, I think), there was one boy named Joe who was uncut - and of course in that awkward time when everyone's curious about looking at everyone else (even as they try not to admit it), he got some stares and some disgusted reactions from some of the boys. I remember Joe pulling the foreskin back to show that it was otherwise the same as the rest of us - maybe he went back and forth a few times - and I was fascinated by it. I do remember hearing one of the boys saying something like "god, don't PLAY with it..." - but oh how I wanted to get up the nerve to ask Joe to show it to me privately lol.
 
As I got closer to puberty and started not only truly realizing I liked other boys but was starting to notice *what* I liked about them, I remember a rather defining incident. I might have been 12 or so - not sure - but my family went to see a local college basketball game. And I found myself not watching the game itself as much as I realized I could get hours of free peeks at college boys' armpit hair every time they raised their arms. I'm not sure I knew what a "fetish" was quite yet, but I knew that I was very drawn to those somewhat private patches of hair. And I still am, lol.

Ah, yes...I remember him well.

...which just reminded me of something. Sometime in my early teens my parents bought me a jockstrap - I wasn't any kind of athlete but I think they thought I should wear it under my swim trunks in the summer. Anyway, the package it came in had a hot model on the front, wearing nothing but the jock, and I remember looking at it and jerking off to it. (I also seem to remember that a few days later I found the box in the trash - my mom probably had no reason to think we needed it - but I took it back lol.)

I wish I could say the same for the first time with Tim, but if we had had more time or if we had pursued things more, I think Tim would have turned me into an expert, lol.
 
I remember this like it was yesterday...
 
The "truth or dare" game started with daring each other to strip (we were in my bedroom, with my parents and younger brother home, so there was always the risk of being caught lol) - I went first, and then he took his clothes off. That's when I really got a chance to see and touch that big boner in person, lol. Actually, I remember him sitting on the edge of the bed stroking himself a little, then he dared - "blow me." I actually had to ask him what that was, though I kind of knew. I remember he stood up against the closed door (it didn't lock, maybe he was worried someone might try to come in) and I instinctively knelt down. I held his cock with fingers of both hands. It was so warm. I remember commenting on how big it was, and he urged me to put my mouth on it.
 
My problem was - I *didn't* get the concept that you weren't supposed to literally suck on it lol. But I guess whatever I was doing felt good because he let me do it for what seemed like a minute or so. Then suddenly he stopped me. (I was a late bloomer at 13 and wasn't shooting off yet - but did I get him close, or did he just feel we should stop before being found out? I don't know.) Then of course I asked him to blow me.
 
I didn't want to stand at the door - instead, even at this early point I kind of knew I wanted to be on the bed for sex lol. So I sat on the bed and he kneeled in front of me. And THAT'S when I learned how you were supposed to give a blow job - he did the classic up-and-down the shaft motion with his mouth. (Where did he learn that, lol?) And then, probably after a minute or so (with me in heaven, lol), he pulled off and we got dressed.
 
Later, I remember being outside, with him and both families (as his parents had come to pick him up.) I remember standing by the car, with only one thought on my mind. I desperately wanted to ask Tim if we could do all of that again sometime. But I was too hesitant - was I afraid he'd say no, or was I too ashamed of what we had done, etc? I don't know. And although I don't remember breaking the friendship off at any point, I also don't seem to remember getting together with him again. Or maybe we did - but the opportunity to fool around wasn't there. Not sure.
 
But I'll never forget that first naive attempt at sucking Tim's dick - and his subsequent showing me how it's really supposed to be done, lol.

I'm pretty sure it was 4th grade, might have been 5th. And I don't ever remember same sex classes per se, though I could be wrong about that. (But obviously the locker rooms were separate lol). This would have been the early-mid 1970's, when ironically I think things were a bit more progressive than they are now. I remember we started sex ed (and discussions about other issues such as drug use, etc) in early grades.
 
One of the first boys I actually did fool around with (just a little, and looking back on things, we really missed the opportunity for more) was named Tim. Tim was hung for his age, and as I think he had stayed back a grade (before moving to our town), he was a year older - so when we met in 6th grade, he was maturing ahead of the rest of us. Anyway - whether he was gay, bi, or just curious I'll never know for sure - but I do remember him once getting a hard-on in the boy's shower...and some of the kids razzed him of course, but I was in love, lol. And yes, one time when we were hanging out I did get to touch it, and even tried to suck it (I can still remember Tim saying "blow me" as part of his sneaky little "truth or dare" game we played lol) - but as I said, we never really went very far with things. To this day I regret not realizing what could have been...