Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2007 20:38:34 -0400 From: dscott Subject: Some of My Fondest Memories Copyright 2007 by Dwight Scott All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for strictly personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. However based on real events and places, " Some of my fondest memories" is completely factual. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at dscott1947@carolina.rr.com It started when I was 14 and would hitch-hike from one place to another. George was a teacher at a Catholic School and lived up the road from my house. He often gave me rides and we became "friends". He was about 10 years older than me and he was a volunteer fire fighter. One day he says he needs to stop at the Parochial School where he taught. He invites me in and gets a package and shows me the contents. They were pictures of nude girls. This is 1960's and hairy pussies were not something you saw often. After about 10 pictures he says that they make him hot. He says I know you're hard and he whips out his dick and starts to play with it. I look over and of course it is much bigger than mine with a lot of hair. He touches my dick over my pants, and he tells me to take it out and play with it - it's OK, I did. The pictures turned me on, but seeing his dick in his hand also had an affect on me. He had a red bush and his dick was cut like mine and his balls were full of hair. I was only fourteen and my body hair was not that much. I remember it like it was yesterday. He reaches over and starts to play with me. I was frozen. This was the first time this happened to me as an adult. When I was 7 - 8, I had a neighbor and we would play with each other and hump until we got the tingling feeling in our dicks. We would rub our dicks together, and sometimes turn over so the other guy could put his dick on the other one's cheeks, like a hot dog, and hump the soft flesh until we tingled. We did this often but at that age, we knew nothing else. He moved away and I was relegated to humping my pillow - often. I never thought of it again until this day. After a few minutes, when he knew he had me in a trance he told me to play with his. While there was a full two second delay, I knew I wanted to touch his dick. I remember how warm it was. I remember feeling it and it was hard but a little soft. I liked the touch very, very much. In the early sixties, the only way to see nudity was playboy. They never showed pussies. Pictures of men were something I never saw until the much, much later. He started to jerk me faster and he asked if I was ready to shoot. In those days the quantity and distance were pretty good and he brought me to orgasm in no time. I shot my load and told me to do the same to him. I had never jerked off - I had always humped something. This was a new experience in many ways. I did the same to him, he shot but not as far as me. He praised my power and said that he was not as "strong" as me. It appealed to my "manhood". We pulled up our pants and he drove me home. When I got home, I had a combination of emotions. I wondered why I was so turned on by a guy. I never got hard in the showers, never wanted to play with any of my friends. We would "bump" into each other and - we would go to the back of the school or the firehouse where it was private and easy for us to play with each other. After awhile, he left the pretense of pictures and just said, you want to stop at the School/firehouse. Most time I said yes. I was getting my share of tits and pussy from girls and rationalized that this was just fun and no one was getting hurt. Since I was masturbating many times a day, I would waffle between wondering if I was gay to realizing that anyone who plays with my dick was going to be my good friend until I came. Soon he would soon start giving me wonderful blowjobs. I would jerk him off but not blow him. We would rub our dicks together to get us hard, although I was hard in seconds on the way to our destination. When I look back, we did everything standing, there was no furniture, so we would drop our pants, rub our dicks, jerk each other for awhile and then he would take my load and then have me jerk him off. I licked it a few times but I would never let him come in my mouth. It was not uncommon, when I came home from school to seek him out and he never let me down - he was always game for a good blowjob and I got to play with his dick. I wish he lived in my NC town now so we could continue where we left off. Excuse, me while I jerk off to the memories!!!