Introduction_(0)

While I am “mostly” hetrosexual now. My first experiences with sex were strictly homosexual. Not because I was “conflicted” or felt gay. I rally did not even know. I just knew that I was horny and what I was getting to do was very pleasureable and cool. As I grew up I discovered girls and for a while I was doing both. Girls and guys then I stayed completely hetro for the length of my first marriage. Never really wanting or desiring sex with males, though I was open to it if I had a chance.

This is the first of my early sexual adventures. I will post others.

Everything has to Start Somewhere.




I was about 11 years old that summer. I lived in a small ranching community in Texas and during the summer, my parents would send me to live with an aunt of mine in a larger city for a couple of months. I did not have any brothers or sisters but my aunt had a son a year older than me named Joe. I always worshipped Joe. Joe had all the nicest stuff. The coolest toys and bikes. Their house had air conditioning, our house did not. We were dirt poor, but Joe’s father had an auto repair shop and an auto parts store. I felt that I was living high on the hog when I was staying with them.

Joe’s house sat on a few acres and their closest neighbor lived behind them about a quarter mile. The two houses were not visible to each because there was a big growth of big trees between them. Joe and I had Nudie Magazines hidden in the small forest. We used to go in their with our BB guns but look at the old Playboys instead.

The morning after I got there Joe said he was going to show me something new in the forest. I said okay and got the old BB gun that he had passed down to me a couple of years before. We left the house and headed to the trees. The spot where we hid the magazines was completely hidden from both Joe’s house and the one behind us. You had to practically step on us to see us. After a minute of looking at the big boobed models in the Playboys, I had worked up a nice chubby.

“Hard, yet?” Joe asked.

“Oh yeah.” I rubbed and shifted my hard on in my pants. I had no idea about masturbation, but I liked the feeling I got when I squeezed it through my jeans.

“Take it out,” said Joe. “I want to show you something.”

Joe and I always showered together so showing him my dick was nothing new. I undid my jeans and pulled them down then stood up straight, my cock pointing at him. He motioned for me to come over. “Ever had anyone touch your dick?”

“No.” Which was true. It was all we talked about, kids my age. Seeing a naked girl. Having her suck us off. Hell, we had no idea what it was like or how it was supposed to happen. But I wanted it to.

“Want me to touch your dick?” Joe asked.

“Why?”

“So you can see what it feels like.”

That made sense to me so I stepped over close to him.