In the fourth grade I went to this two week summer camp. The rooms were for two boys, dorms in a local college. The boy that I shared a room with was a sixth grader and he got on me from the beginning, belittling me and making me clean up his side of the room. One night he got up and came over to my bed and he put his penis on my face, found my mouth and told me to open my mouth and I sucked my first penis. Once his penis was in my mouth I sucked him. . I got what must have been my first real erection, his penis was also erect, hard little penis and he kept calling me a sissy while I sucked his penis. He pulled his penis out of my mouth and sat on his bed. I got up and went over to his bed to keep sucking his penis.

He could see I liked it and told me to lay down on my bed and he got on my back and started poking my butt with his hard penis. I ejaculated into my sheets. I didn't know that I wanted him to penetrate me, but that is what I wanted, we just didn't know how to get there. I sucked his penis the remaining days and lay on my stomach and he tried to fuck me. It was only a two week camp so it was over pretty quick and everyone went home.

I met this boy in the eleventh grade and he invited me to his house. He had a collection of comic books and he showed me some magazines his father had hidden. Mostly Playboy's and Hustlers, but there were also some foreign language magazines that showed men's cocks. Hard cocks. Those were the magazines I liked to look at. My friend was careful about getting the magazines out and putting them back after we looked at them. He knew I liked the foreign language magazines and he gave those to me to look at and he liked Hustler, but liked the Playboy centerfolds as well.

One of those days, we ended up in the bathroom together to take a piss. He had his cock out and he pissed in the sink while I pissed in the toilet. The urge to suck his cock overtook me and I had him stand in front of me while I sat on the toilet and I sucked his cock. He got an erection and I held his cock with my hand and sucked him and he ejaculated. It was my first real blowjob. We laughed and cleaned up and from then on it was a ritual of going to the bathroom for a blowjob. I had huge urges for him to fuck me, but we stuck with the blowjobs.

I took a job at the bank as a file clerk the summer I graduated from HS. I was going to go on to college to study business and my Dad got me the job. At the bank things were pretty quiet, but this guy who was a bookkeeper and my supervisor always worked late, after the bank had closed to the public. He was gay, a real gay man. And he saw something in me, and we were working late one night and he kissed me. I didn't resist, he kissed me again and grabbed my cock with his hand and I sucked his cock in his office and he was pretty horny to fuck and he taught me how to fuck. He had lube and he used it and he fucked me bent over the work table in his office. Of all my experiences to date that was the best. I really liked that. I became his boy for the rest of the summer, and when I was in town while going to college. He lived alone in a small house and I went there when I had the opportunity. Of course I was too young to know that he had a reputation and by association I had developed a reputation too.

In college I got along with this classmate who was studying Biology. He would go on to become a doctor. I sucked him in the lab. He was my first real Alpha, well maybe my first was the boy at summer camp, but now the roles were well defined. I had trouble with my feelings for my lover at home and him. In the end I wasn't able to break it off with my lover at home and the short affair at college burned out. But I got a taste of it.

I stayed with my lover at home for a very long time, until well into my late twenties. Through him I met the man who owned the local barber shop and the man who ran the local mall. Through him I got into the small but well established gay community in my home town. There were others, but they were deep closeted men, and you didn't meet them except by referral. There was a party scene, where the men got together and invited young men who worked as waiters or retail clothing, college age from other towns. Everyone wore masks, but they didn't really do the job, hard to suck cock with a mask on. But it was pretend anonymity and the parties were very raunchy and open, there were men like me who sucked and got fucked, and there were men who only did the fucking. In the vernacular of the town, we were the queers, they were men who just liked to spice things up.

It is good to go back in time and remember those days, before AIDS, before fear, before the large scale changes. Of course growing up, not being married, moving to San Francisco, owning an art gallery, hanging out with only certain types of friends, pretty much labeled you. I escaped the scourge, many of us escaped the scourge, bot not all of our friends. By the time the scourge came I was in a long term relationship with my friend, no whips or chains, no late night parties with wild young men, we were partners in the business as well and we had a business to run which made us a very good living. We were business straight and being wild gay wasn't good for business. It wasn't our style.