Learning How To Walk On The Gay Side

I was 14 that Christmas. My parents were g*fted a coffee table book of Greek antiquities. I found these statues of naked young men, extracts of pottery depicting naked men wrestling. I went through those pages looking for of all things penises and I found lots of them. That is my first recollection of getting aroused by penises.

In gym class we showered after practice, I could see all those naked classmates, penis heaven. K started to masturbate, to have repeated wet dreams. In the bathrooms I stepped back from the urinals to try and get a view of the boy beside me pissing. In public restrooms, movie restrooms I took a chance at seeing a penis. It was at the movies that a man called me out. I was embarrassed, but walking back to my seat the man caught up with me and whispered that he liked cock too and if I wanted to sit with him.

He fondled my penis, fondled me until I was so hard it hurt, he bent over and sucked on my penis. Then he let me hold his hard penis and bend down and suck his penis. I started to meet him at the movies and it wasn't long before we were naked in his bed.

Time has a way of clouding memories, but those memories are as vivid as the experiences themselves. I can still feel his penis in my hand, his penis in my mouth, his penis deep inside my rectum. I guess you never forget the man who showed you the way.