The 'gay' Old Days In The Neighborhood

Things were bad between my parents from the time they got married, He had a dishonorable discharge from the Air Force, and my mother was a hairdresser. My father was a no good alcoholic and abuser. He couldn't hold down a job of any kind and my mother left him when I was three. My grandmother, his mother, sent me cards on my birthday and small g*fts. No one had much money and my mother struggled to support me. We moved to a poor mixed neighborhood, immigrants mostly, and we were white.

I remember being so old when this older Arab man showed me his dick at the laundromat. I wasn't scared, I stood and watched him, so he jerked off, I watched him milk his dick. When he finished he rubbed my head and reached down and grabbed my dick. When we went to laundromat I would go outside up and down the street in front of it and my mother told me stay on the sidewalk and not to go into any stores. Half way down the block was a liquor store and that's where Arab man worked.

He remembered me and smiled at me and invited me inside behind the counter with him. He grabbed my dick and rubbed my head and showed me his dick again and told me it was okay with him if I touched it. He put a closed sign on the door and we went into this small room and sucked my dick and he pretended to fuck me. He must have been jacking off because he came all over my back.

I remember it pretty well and for the longest time my image of a dick was his dick, brown, meaty, big, and uncut. It would be ten more years before I actually sucked a dick, and another three years before a man invited me into a movie and he fucked me watching a black and white of two men kissing naked in a park, lots of gratuitous nudity, their dicks and naked asses, my first porn movie, bent over the seat and getting my ass pounded by that man.