The Pleasure And Excitement Of Being Gay When We Were Young

I grew up primarily in Mexico City, my mother is Mexican and she was a reporter and my father American and he was a professor. I went to an all boy's Jesuit school. In the seventh grade I had a friend, Carlos. He told me one day that he was in trouble, that Priest XX liked him and had kissed him. My question back to him, was whether he liked it. That Priest XX was very handsome. It wasn't long that Carlos told me that he was holding and sucking the Priest's cock and the Priest was fucking him. I never thought for a moment that it was bad luck for him, all I wanted to know was if he liked it.

I started to suck Carlos and let him fuck me. Always at night when I masturbated I thought of that Priest and his big cock and dreamt that I was holding it and sucking it. I wanted to be fucked by him, but there was no way to make that happen.

We were a little older and we went to the movies in the afternoon on Saturday. A man came and sat beside me. He took my hand and put in on his cock and I held it and he helped me jerk him off. After he was done, he took some of the cum off with his finger and ran it over my lips before leaving. That afternoon later I fucked Carlos. I was so horny I couldn't stand it and after fucking we lay in bed naked.

I went to a private college in Austin Texas and I found and hung out with the boys that were available to men to pick up. The place to go was in front of The Alamo movie theatre and the men drove by slowly, and if you made eye contact you walked over and got in the car with them. Those years in college were some of the best years for me. I was young and men wanted me and I wanted them to want me.