Across All These Decades My Collection Of VHS Tapes Keeps Us Young

When I was in grade school a friend had a black and white magazine which displayed gay sex and gay pictures. We looked at that magazine every time I went over. We would lay on his bed, face down, with the magazine resting on a pillow and turn each page one by one, slowly, run our finger up and down the penis and sometimes pull the magazine towards us and kiss the penis.

We got erections and it wasn't above us to kiss each other and give long sucks on each other. One day we left the magazine out and his mother found it when she made up his room and the magazine disappeared for ever. Now all we had were our memories, and our erect little peckers. Of the two of us I was his cocksucker and he was my mouth fucker. It wasn't long until we tried anal, but we didn't know about lubricants to facilitate the penetration. All I knew is that I liked it when he got on my back and ran his dick up and down my ass crack and shot his load on my back. I was in love with him, even if it was puppy love at that time.

Fast forward to college. I was a Biology major and in my microbiology class was a guy who wasn't doing so well. He asked me to tutor him. It was for me a way to make a little extra money. I went to his apartment, he lived alone in a older complex further from campus. The welcoming item was a life sized erect penis in bronze sitting on his nightstand. It was heavy, but detailed and it felt like the real thing in my hand as I held it. He asked me if I was a dick guy, or a pussy guy.

We didn't do any tutoring, we got down to dick play, and there was lots of it. He was prepared for penetration and I lost my virginity that afternoon in his apartment. Overnight he was my boyfriend. Afternoons at his place, naked on the couch, watching gay porn on the VHS while we masturbated each other. There was never ending oral sex, and never ending making out which always ended in fucking. I was in love again, this time as a young adult, and I spent every moment I could with him.

He flunked out of second year, mostly in my opinion, he never studied. He left college and left me his collection of VHS tapes to masturbate to. I spent the rest of my college days, until graduation without meeting or participating in any relationship. My boyfriend, was those VHS tapes. And in my dream world, he was making love to me.

I left college for a job, taking my VHS collection. I worked for an insurance company as a proof reader in their contracts department. One day one of the men there asked me if I was up for a beer after work. We went to this bar that he liked and it became more and more obvious, that this was an underground gay bar. When he asked me to dance, there were already two men dancing. We danced and he insisted on dancing close and he kissed me on the dance floor. I surrendered completely.

Through him I got to know the gay scene and which places were gay friendly. I was always his boyfriend, I did his laundry and gave myself up to him freely. By then I was well aware of tops and bottoms and Alphas and Betas and assholes and jerks and sissy boys. He liked me as a boyfriend and I moved in with him. It was then after I moved in that I told him about my VHS collection and VHS player. He loved those old movies and we watched them together.

We live in the city in a house we remodeled. At the center of our bedroom is a cabinet, with an old TV set and the VHA player, and when we need a boost to our ego, we watch an old movie. Those actors are forever young, but we know they are old men now. In our minds, when our egos are boosted, we are young too, memories that never fade.