I born in 1960 and so, grew up in the 60's and 70's. We didn't have the internet back then. Heck, VCR's hadn't even been invented yet as far as I knew, so the only real access we had to porn was through magazines. There were peep show movies available at some of the downtown sex shops, but that wasn't something I made much use of at all. Mainly it was books and magazines that fueled my fantasies. I would have to admit that by today's standards, those fantasies would be pretty tame. My sexual experience came primarily from masturbation. I remember the first time I ejaculated, I was in the bath tub rubbing my soaped-up dick and was quite surprised when a load of jizz shot our from the end of my little dick. I thought I had made some great discovery there, and soon, rubbing my cock to orgasm became a regular routine. That couldn't have been very much before grade six, where my discovery was shared with a classmate and buddy from the neighbourhood.
My mother worked afternoons, and everyday after school, I had about a two hour window before my dad got home from work. Though I wasn't supposed to have friends over during that time, my buddy and I would rush home to my house, spread out a few magazines and play with each other's cocks until he had to get home. I don't remember how often we did this, but I'll bet it was several times a week. Over the course of that year, we did pretty much everything we could think of doing sexually. We didn't know what gay was, and had no idea what homosexual sex was. And though we knew what we were doing needed to be kept quiet, we were just exploring our curiosities and doing what felt good. We tried anal sex a few times, but my favourite thing to do was what I later learned is called the 69 position. I loved the feeling of my mouth full of his cock while experiencing the rise to orgasm. It must have been dumb luck that most times we would cum within seconds of each other, so it always felt so damn good! His dick was different from mine, uncut, and a fair bit bigger. I liked how the head of his cock was a different color from the shaft, and that it was quite bit larger than my own dick head. Sometimes, when we were rubbing dicks, he would cover the head of my cock with his foreskin, and we would cum together inside there. I guess we were pretty creative for our time.
During the summer following grade six, my buddy's parents put their house up for sale. I remember meeting him in the laneway behind his house on his moving day, where we sucked each other's dick for what would be the last time. Both of us sucked with suck hunger that day! It remains one of my best memories.
His family's move made it almost impossible for us to remain friends. Though we did keep in touch by telephone every so often, soon our teen years came along, and we went our own ways. Both of us eventually married and had families of our own, like we were supposed to do. Though we spoke periodically up until our mid twenties, we never again discussed our childhood experimentation. We have long since lost touch. Neither one of us turned out to be gay, but I'm sure that both of us look back at our little adventure with fondness. I wish I could relive some of those times!