I Thought Maybe I Could Take You Down Memory Lane

As a youngster I had a close encounter with another youngster at school which involved comparing our tools and, well as youngsters do we had to put them to the mouth test. Very good was the conclusion and we found other things to do, not the least of which was toying with our tools with our hands and testing whether a little bit of Pokémon at the back door felt good. Very good. We really did enjoy ourselves and we remained good friends until my family had to move.

Finding another youngster was a lot more difficult than I thought. When I proposed it I was called a bad name, if I stared I was yelled at. It was very sad. Especially because I wanted this one classmate to be my best friend and he told me to get away from him. My gym teacher was a lot more understanding and he helped me deal with these youngsters who rejected me. He was very gentle I remember and he knew how to make me feel good. Even when he introduced me to Ralph, and let me hold Ralph in my hand he was nice to me. Ralph misbehaved and Ralph tended to get big and when Ralph got big I felt these feelings. I loved to hold Ralph in my hand and lick Ralph like an ice cream cone. But I moved on to higher grades and I left my nice gym teacher behind.

I was approached by a classmate who asked if I wanted to go to his house to play video games. He had a console, which we didn't have at home. He also had magazines that made my heart run around in circles. Such things like I had never seen. Grown men who liked to play with toys and grown men who liked to put these toys in their mouth. I wet my pants. But my new friend had similar likes and we got to know each other better and there was nothing more fun than laying on his bed playing with each other. Like my gym teacher he got bigger and bigger and so did I. It felt good to sword play rubbing against each other. But of course it was best when in the heat of the moment we lay down on each other. Oh that felt good.

I didn't make it into college on my first try. I had to go to junior college and get my grades up if I wanted a four year degree. At the junior college I met this man, and adjunct professor who liked to life coach young men. He was very insistent of what I needed to do in order for him to like me, and one of those things was pretending to be in a dream as he lay on my back and he went straight into my soul. It was so good I wet myself on his sheets below me. Oh, that felt so very good. With his help I got my grades up and went on the next year to the four year college where I got my degree in Sociology. During my college days I met several nice young men and one very nice older gentleman. By then I had learned to play naked, to kiss and not tell, to enjoy their close attention and most of all to lay on my stomach and pretend I was dreaming. I enjoyed that very much.

Now comes the day that I needed to change jobs and I didn't want to commute so I moved apartments. I asked the realtor agency who was helping me to find a nice complex close to work with older men like me. I really truly did not want to be around the younger crowd. I found a nice place and at the mailboxes I met a man who invited me to a party. I went, it was just six of us, all men of a certain age. He is a handsome man, and I stayed after the party to help him clean up. I must have had the look in my eyes because he asked if I wanted to spend the night. We showered out of courtesy and laid out on his king size bed, we touched and he kissed the nipples on my chest and I kissed his, and soon we were toying with our package to see who could grow full size. His mouth was hot, not warm, hot when he took my tool in his mouth, it was all I could do not to mess it up.

When I took his tool in my hand and later in my mouth I closed my eyes and just let all my senses enjoy the pleasure. I am a man of few words, it all about position and in time after getting to know each other better I put myself in the position I most love and felt his weight on my back and his hips going to work. I focused and focused and when I felt him start to penetrate my soul I went into my trance, only coming out of it when he was off and I felt the cold wetness between my legs. You see, it is what I most enjoy. I enjoy it so very much.

I admit that this has been a long journey, but I remember with clarity the steps along the way, and these I try to catalogue in my mind each and every experience, not to compare, but to relive them later. My new friend has asked me to tell him which was the best, the most important. But I can't. They have all been the best at the moment. Well maybe Ralph. Yes Ralph was important. I loved Ralph. Holding him in my hand and letting my lips and tongue savor the moment. Yes, of course Ralph. Or maybe my adjunct professor in junior college, he is the first one to penetrate my soul.