Growing Up And My Awakening

My neighbor and I were twelve and we spent a lot of time together. His father was a doctor and they had a pool so the summer months were pool day everyday. His mother would fix us lunch, which we ate at the table by the pool.

One afternoon, after we had spent hours in the pool, he suggested that we go look at some of his father's medical books. He told he had found books on naked women and men. Sure thing, these were descriptive clinical drawings of genitals. He wanted to see the female, but I wanted to see male. It was my first exposure to detailed erections and I took it all in.

It was several years later, I was mowing lawns in the summer when a lady asked me to help empty out the garage. She had hired a man who was going to take out all the junk, but first it had to be sorted. It wasn't hard work, just tedious. Some even I knew was junk, but she kept other things, including this sealed box. After the junk man left I helped her put the things back into the garage where she wanted them, including the box. I asked what was in the box and she said some papers that belonged to her husband (she was divorced) and she didn't have the heart to throw them out.

I asked her plain as day, if I could see what they were. Sure, she said and with that we finished putting things away. The box had papers, old papers from college days. But it also had old magazines, gay magazines, beautiful naked men. I was hard from the start as I went through everyone of them. I asked her if I could take the old magazines, and she said sure and that's how I got my horde of gay magazines from the sixties, seventies and eighties. Black and white penis pictures, full color penis pictures. It was all there, hairy ass pictures, hairy ass with a dick pointing straight at the asshole. What more could you want? I masturbated to these magazines and dreamt of erections and the day that I would hold an erection in my hand.

I had no doubts about my sexual leanings. I had several crushes in high school, always with older boys. I enjoyed showering after gym class and knew every boys penis. One day the tennis coach showered, he had a real penis and he stroked it with soap, back and forth. I dreamt of his penis, and masturbated to it a lot. But luck would not come my way until I went to junior college. A gay named Greg invited me to his place and pinned me down and put his hand in my pants and asked me if I liked it. Of course I liked it, and he sucked my penis and I sucked his penis and my fantasies came to life. I held my breath as he lined up his erection against my asshole, and took it, every inch.

Greg was my first lover. He laughed when I told him about my magazines, and he showed me DVDs of gay sex. He kissed me, the first and you never forget your first. Of course we had sex, that's why he invited me over. But that kind of sex gets old and after a while he broke it off, my feelings were hurt but I had more vivid dreams to masturbate to.

I met my first true lover after I went to work. He worked as a clerk in book store near the office where I worked and we went out and made out and had sex. It was glorious, he was so refined and I loved his cock. And he didn't laugh at my magazines, he spent hours with me admiring all those beautiful erections. He called it a gold mine. I guess it was, it's still intact in a box in my closet and when I feel the need I go through the magazines until I find the one I want and I masturbate to my heart's content. I love to masturbate, dreaming of an erection against my lips, or better still an erection against my asshole.