When I first knew what I was … gay

As always I must preface this story by stating that I am now in my 50s, but my realization that I am gay started at an early age. Both prepubescent and pubescent and will be told from my perspective at that time they occurred but they made me the man I am today. I am sorry if any of my stories offends you. I hope they will not only arouse you but give you a sense of understanding of the human urges and wants of this gay male. Enjoy! Amore Dolce

When I first knew what I was … gay

When I was young our family lived in a small house with five of us kids. So my three sisters all shared a room, my brother and I another and my parents had a room. We only had one bathroom at the time so the girls got to go first, then me and my brother. When it came time for bed, my brother and I had to take our bath together after the girls took theirs separately.

My brother was 3 years older then I was, so he took up a lot of room in the tub. But we learned that if we washed washed each other off it was a lot easier. So he would soap me up and make sure he washed ever part of me. Then I would do the same with him. That was fine when I was 4 or 5, but when we got older (12 and 9) he did not want me to wash his private areas anymore. I could not understand why he would make me get out and dry off then go to our room while he finished up.

Over the years we moved several times and finally settled down when my dad retired from the military and bought a house. It was bigger and had 1 and three- quarters bathrooms but the bathing situation did not change for me and Phil. However we had a bigger bathroom with a dressing area so I was not chased out of it like before. And he got to the point where he would let me wash him again. One night I saw that he had some hair around his dick and that when I washed it, it would get stiff. I asked him about that and he said that is what happens as you get older.

Being my older brother I trusted him and took him for his word but his stiff dick fascinated me. We hardly ever took our p.j.’s to the bathroom with us so we would wrap our towels around us and go back to our room. When we would get back to the room he would lock the door and put his underwear on and help me with my jammies as I called them.