Starting young…_(1)

It feels like yesterday; it seems like too long ago. I was just a boy, 7 years old. My first same-sex experience was more innocent. As a younger boy, maybe 5, a sort of game materialized on a playground. The playground was in this kind of wooded area, out of sight to almost everything else around. A boy that was maybe a year younger and I invented this contest. We would slide down this slide and jump onto this spinning merry-go-round, which had four quadrants with two different colors. Depending on the color that we landed on, we would kiss either each other’s buttcheeks or dick a certain number of times. I liked that game; it felt like we were doing something we shouldn’t, touching or kissing each other’s private parts.

When you are a kid, a year seems like an eternity. So, two years later, I had kind of forgotten about that game. I had moved, and was now in second grade. I met this native Hawaiian boy, Stan. Stan was a few years older than me, I think he was 9. I guess my dad worked with his dad, our moms became friends, and so we became friends. For a while it was just a friendship between two boys… sleepovers, Nintendo, usual boy stuff. Then, one night, I went and slept over at his house, in the basement. We started out doing the normal sleepover things, and then we laid down in our sleeping bags. He said “hey, do you want to try something that I sometimes do with my brother, fooling around?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but he explained: “well, it’s just like, we rub our wieners together and suck on each other’s wieners, and it feels really good.” I wasn’t sure about that; it didn’t sound appropriate, so I was reluctant.