I Refer To It As The Penis Culture,

I suppose that a confession should cover it all, not leave one guessing. So I will go to the beginning. When I slept over at my cousin's house we bathed together. We were five and six and I sucked his weenie in the tub. He liked it a lot and I liked it a lot. He also peed on me, which was fun. Later on when we were older he denied everything.

We had a coachman, the man who takes care of the automobiles. He washed them and kept them clean and he was also the chauffer for my mother. He had a big brown uncircumcised penis, when he pulled the foreskin back he had a very red penis head. He would let me suck on his penis and from time to time he would suck my weenie penis, a circumcised little white pleasure worm, as he called it. By the time I was grown up, with a man size penis I was his lover boy and we engaged in anal sex.

I was sent off to the university my father, grandfather, uncles had all attended to study for a Classical Education It was a very enlightened place but not very tolerant, it was a Christian University and boys engaging in sex with other boys was not tolerated. You had to be very careful. Of course we were careful, but like me there were boys who liked engaging in sex with other boys and we had a sort of club, the Explorer's Club. We went off premises on expeditions here and there, some across borders. It was during these expeditions that we were able to explore our desires and establish who enjoyed what. Some boys were like me, and others were more manly and aggressive. We were in the process of learning our place.

Once we graduated some returned home and others went off to professions. I joined the Foreign Service of my country and was posted first to New York City. In those days, the city was wide open, sexual behavior was tolerant and if you happen to meet a like minded sole you might wake up with him beside you. It was just that which ended my career. In the Foreign Service you couldn't have that predilection.

I took a position as a professor at a small university and found the reception open, the faculty there was open to men or sorts and I found company with a man who taught Latin and early Roman History. We hosted parties for men of sorts and quite frankly we were anything but careful. We were accused of having degenerate behavior, of having turned some nice young men of families into 'queers' and other things. Of course the one thing we did not do was turn anyone into anything., Boys will be boys you know, and a penis culture is a penis culture, whether you offer it or ask for it.

In my fifties I was well established and I found myself as the mentor to younger men who came to the university for learning. Most were open to a new way of thinking, some were not. Some came prepared, boys with experience, and other were scared. The penis is a powerful thing, like me some boys were attracted to it early and others come to understand their attraction later in life. I kept this statuette, carved out of ebony by an artisan in the country I grew up, of a man's erect penis, in all it's glory. I offered it to students to study, and I could tell which were going to be or were already penis enthusiasts by the way they held it. A simple enough test. It still works today, it is in my study and some men and boys caress it, others never touch it.