The Rights Of Passage When I Was A Young Homosexual

Going back to my mid teen years I had my first wet dream. In my dream I dreamt that I was kissing with my friend Jared. We were kissing and kissing and he got his cock out and I sucked him. My wet dream ended when I dreamt he was on me fucking me, I came into my underwear and sheets.

I was embarrassed about it, both that my mother brought it to my attention and showed me how to put a towel under the sheets when I made my bed so I wouldn't ruin the mattress and how I had to wash out my underwear in the sink and hang them on the towel bar. I masturbated a lot after that, and no matter how it started it always ended with me on my stomach and dreaming of Jared fucking me.

I sucked Jared one afternoon after school and came in my pants and had to walk home with my shirttail out to cover up the wet spot. I sucked Jared a lot after that first time, but it was a long time before Jared fucked me. After that my night masturbation became more intense as I relived Jared fucking me. There was never a question as to who was the cocksucker and who was the fuckor and who was the fuckee.

In the tenth grade we had a Biology teacher. He was old by our standards and one day he asked me to come to his office, to help him grade papers. He had me stand beside him at his desk and review a test paper and hand it to him, pointing out to him the obvious errors. He rubbed my behind from time to time as we went through the papers. After we were done he asked me to turn to him and he unzipped my pants and sucked me at his desk. He asked me if I liked sucking a man and he opened his pants and I got down on my knees between his legs and sucked him. He was hard and I held his cock in my hand when he told me to stand and turn and lean forward on his desk as he lowered my pants. He entered in stages a bit at a time asking me if I liked it, until he was all in and fucked hard against me. After that Jared didn't show up in my dreams any more. All I wanted was for my teacher to kiss me.

I was his toy boy all through the rest of the tenth grade, and he taught me a lot about kissing and sucking on his cock and jerking him off. Also, he taught me how to take it, how to bend over so he could fuck me better. I was a good pupil and practiced what he taught me with my lovers thereafter.

It is something that I dwell on now, the age, the school and those things. Today such a thing is automatic life imprisonment, but back then it was the rights of passage for a homosexual boy. I look back at it with warm memories, how else does a young man learn the ropes? If it isn't because an older man teaches you.