Thinking Of Days Gone By

I am a cock guy. I think that around 8 I started to feel sensations in my penis. I remember rubbing my penis against the sheets. I was 11 because that is the year I got a real bike, not a hand-me-down, and I took it over to my friend's house to show it to him. His parents were never home and he and I went upstairs to his room. He had a couple of new comic books and I was on his bed face down reading them and I was doing what was my favorite thing, rub myself against the bed into an erection. That day I had shorts on and I got a real hard erection.

We had never talked about it but that day he climbed on my back and started to hump me and his penis got hard in the crack of my ass. He humped me and I had my first wet ejaculation. I lay on his bed holding the comic book as he continued to hump me asking me if I liked it and I told him to continue. He did until he had a wet ejaculation. I was wet on both the front and back of my shorts.

We took our penises out and we both put them in our mouths. We sucked and mouthed penis for a long time, enough time that we had managed to take off both our shorts and our briefs. The most we said was not to stop. We didn't stop voluntarily, we heard his parents' car drive up and we got dressed again, back into my wet briefs and shorts. We didn't need to say anything about not talking about this, we knew full well that what we were doing was queer stuff.

We had our summer of fun, we got to the point where penetration was necessary. Using some cream from his mother's dresser be succeeded in getting his penis in me. I liked it from the beginning, having him get on my back, and thrusting his penis in me. I suppose that from the very earliest queers are either tops or bottoms, the boy or the girl. And from the very earliest I was happy being the girl and he was happy being the boy.

We finished high school in the California of the late seventies. I was from the very beginning a fairy, he was from the very beginning a closeted top. His secret was with him until he passed in an unfortunate accident. I on the other hand adopted much of the lifestyle and grew up to be a furniture salesman and dabbled in home decorating. We remained close friends, he was always there for me, but his need to wander, to find the forbidden fruit was different than mine, I needed a close steady boyfriend. He left his house to me in his will, the house that he and I first discovered that we were queers.