Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2011 14:23:09 -0500 (EST)
From: buontempi@aol.com
Subject: Most Turned me on part 6

Thank you for your interest. This is a continuation of my high school
years.

At my new high school, at the edge of the inner city, I foolishly felt that
I could put my "gay" feelings behind me.  That didn't last a week.  There
were new boys to lust over and now I was in a school with many different
ethnic groups.  For the first time in my life I was in school with black
boys and girls.  I had heard rumors about blacks having bigger cocks so I
was very curious.

But I still needed to be very cautious because I didn't want to be outed. I
knew that my large Italian Roman Catholic family would not only be devasted
if they found out but I also feared that my older brothers and mother would
beat me to death.  I couldn't bear the thought of them finding out what I
didn't know at the time was my true nature.

Today when I hear people insist that being gay is just a choice it
infuriates me.  I have lived it, I know that I had no choice, if I did
would I have endured such pain and suffering over the years. Such ignorance
is unbelievable in this 21st century.  Thank God this has begun to change
and I am so happy for the servicemen and woman that sacrifice their lives
for all of us that they can be true to themself without being discharged
from the military just because they are gay.

Sorry for the soapbox but I needed to get that off my chest.

Not too many of my junior high classmates came to the high school that I
went to, but I did see a few boys that I remember from there.  The first
day after gym class I went to the showers and saw two twin brothers in the
showers from my junior high school.  They were very slim and hadn't
attracted my attention in junior high.  But this day I was awestruck.  I
got into the common shower turned around and saw them.  They both had these
tall slim bodies and auburn hair with a treasure trail leading down to a
nice auburn bush.  Their cocks are what astonished me.  They were hanging
down soft but around 5 inches long and slim.  My body began to tingle, my
face flushed and my cock began to chub.  I turned back around facing away
from them, quickly showered and left.  I avoided them for the rest of my
four years because once again I lusted after them.

I was in a vocational class so most of us wore chinos or jeans.  In the
fifties the style for boys pants were rather tight so anyone that was
pretty well endowed showed a decent bulge. Man was this distracting,
especially when I would be working in the electronic lab with another boy
or a group of boys.  There were three boys in my electronics class that
were especially distracting, I lusted for all three.  One of those boys had
such a protruding bulge that I couldn't take my eyes off of it.  He was
such a handsome kid with wavy dirty blond hair and a great body.  Another
boy Ozzie, was kind of a frumpy kid and wore looser clothes but when we
were seated and working close together I could see the outline of his cock
and balls protruding down one of his pant legs.  Nothing ever happened
except for many private night of me masturbating thinking about them.

In the gym class there were a couple of black kids, big and strong.  I was
intimidated by them not because I was bigoted or prejudice, but because I
didn't know how to appraoch them and they kind of stayed by themself.  So
in school I never got a chance to see their genitals.

With my curiousity aroused I was now aware of every black boy I came in
contact with. After about a year I finally got to see a black boys hard
cock and I was thrilled.  After school each day I had to walk down to the
center of the city to get my bus to go home. At that time there were three
underground comfort stations. I would hit all three as I made my way to the
central bus exchange.  These comfort stations provided me with much eye
candy for jerking off at night.  The underground men's room had these long
banks of urinals one right after the other connected to each other without
the modesty panels that are in place now.  Almost every day the urinals
would be occupied by many men and boys and most of them were standing close
to the urinal until they felt comfortable that the guy next to him wanted
to see his cock.  It would not be unusual for there to be ten guys with
hard on sticking straight out.  While I was nervous going there I could not
stay away.  My heart would pump so fast as I approached the building with
the stairway going down.  I would always hope that none of my classmates
were there.  I would try to take a urinal away from another guy just in
case someone I knew came in, but I would look left and right to look at all
of these beautiful hard cocks, some light colored some olive skinned but
all making my heart beat fast and making my own cock want to explode.
Sometimes I would shoot my load without even stroking it more then once or
twice.

This one day I was about to leave and I saw this cute black kid at the
closest end of the bank of urinals right next to a hand sink.  There were a
couple of guys ahead of me in line for the sink but I was determined to use
that particular sink because I wanted to see this young black boy close up.
When I got to the sink I was around three feet away from the boy.  The
urinals were on a platform around a foot higher than the main floor. When I
turned my head to the right I looked up to the boy and he smiled at me.  I
smiled back and then he pulled back to show me his hard cock which was
right about eye level as I washed my hands.  I nearly fainted I was so
excited not because it was so big, my cock was bigger than his, but because
it looked so hot, so beautiful.  At that moment I would have given anything
to be alone with him naked in bed, I wanted to see more of him.  Of course
at that time because I was still so freaked out by my own homosexuality,
nothing happened.  It wasn't until four decades later that I had a
beautiful loving night with a young black boy who was an attendant in a
bath house.

The next phase of my encounters begins with my first job after high school.
I will try to write this soon, but with the busyness of the holidays I am
not sure.

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