When I was 11 years old my family moved to a different town which meant a new school. I was nervious about that but then I met a really nice boy and we became friends. He told me all about the town and some of the kids and who was nice and who was mean. I had not yet discovered that I was gay. He sat behind me most of the time in school We had the same class all day except math which was next door and then he sat at the other end of the class because we were asigned to sit that way. Anyways when he sat behind me he always put his hands on my shoulders and massage me and asked if it felt good. Well of course it felt amazing as he was very good at giving massages and nobody ever gave me a massage before. A couple of the kids called us faggot but I didn't know what that meant so I mostly ignored them. I also liked the tingling sensation I experienced when I could feel him playing with my hair which was very long down to the middle of my back. Back then a lot of boys had long hair and some like me had extremely long hair.

About October but I am not certain when after we had become friends at school he invited me to come over his place. His mom talked to my mom and so an invitation was issued and accepted and my mom drove me there for an overnight.

when we got there we made a bee line for his room and he showed me all his stuff and one thing he had was a David Cassidy poster and I couldn't help but think that David Cassidy looked very girly sort of like I knew I sometimes looked mostly because of my hair though my mom once told me I had a girls face. Other than that there was no hint at all that Peter was anything other than a normal boy with normal interests besides the fact that he liked to give me awesome massages speaking of which he immediately offered to give me. So I sat down on his bed and he got behind me and began to do my neck and shoulders and back and it felt really good then he said lay on the bed so I can massage the rest of you so I did and he went right for my bum. His hands were all over my ass and it felt even way better than the other massaging he did and he hit that one spot right near the top of my ass that if worked just right was intensely pleasurable (anyone who has had a good professional massage knows what I am talking about) and after he did that for a while he turned me over on my back and did my front then he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth and I was shocked and said that wasn't right that we were both guys but he then said I kind of was like a girl and because of that it was ok and I said I was a guy period.

The thing was I was more upset that he might think I was weird than about the kiss itself. Anyway he leaned down and did it again with his long hair brushing my face and chin and neck and his hands roaming my body and this time I kissed back. That was the first time I ever kissed anyone romantically. Then we just went wild tongue kissing and his hands ended up in my pants and my hands went to his ass.

As pretty and girly as he might have found me I found him way better looking and I had secretly wished he was a girl so I could kiss him the first time I saw him but I didn't want anyone to think I was queer. But then I figured it didn't matter because if he knew I was queer then I knew he was so I stopped caring about that. He was sucking my dick when his sister walked in, looked at us and said "that's so fucking sexy!" then Peter told her to get the fuck out and he ran over and locked the door.

We slept naked together that night with the door closed and touched each other all over not really knowing what we were doing but just figuring out by trial and error what felt good and what didn't then about 1am there was a knock

His sister Emily came in and she had a box with her and told us that what she saw was really sexy and wanted to know if she could make us both up like girls so she could see what we looked like and we hesitated at first but then Peter said OK then I said OK since peter said OK and so she made us up like girls. She put peter's hair up in a pony tail and put mine in pigtails and make-up and lipstick and nail polish and she gave us her old bra and panties that she grew out of a couple of years earlier and then she whipped out a camera and took our pictures at first I was mad but then we started to just go nuts posing realy sexy like they do in playboy.

then the next day she showed us (they were poraroids which in those days were the only way you could get an instant picture or one you didn't have to take someplace to get developed where they would be nosy) and she said she was blackmaling us but mostly she wanted to kiss me and feel me up. I prefered kissing peter but she wasn't too bad kissing and she didn't stink or have bad breath so it was ok but nothing to get an erection over. then she watched Peter and me kiss and she rubbed herself.

Then Peter gave me another blow job in front of her but I didn't squirt because I'm too young then she wanted to watch me blow Peter and I did for the first time. His cock was way bigger than my little shrimp cock and he could also squirt because he was a little older and he filled my mouth with sperm and a little dribbled and then Emily made some groaning noises and rubbed herself really hard and I didnn't understand why she was hurting herself when she watched us but then later I found out that it was like the female version of jerking off.

That was 1971 the year I found out I was gay.