Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 14:17:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Vincent Salerno Subject: TRACES: Getting to Know You & An Oral Progression Getting to Know You Joe and I became close friends. We were together a lot. My parents were surprised and happy that I had such a good friend. I had always been a bit of a loner before. Often after school, Joe and I would get together. We had a common interest in photography, and in handball and bicycling, but our biggest common interest was in sex. Joe loved to talk about sex, and try lots of stuff, and I was fascinated by how much Joe knew, and I wanted to learn it all. For a while, our experimentation was hesitant, and cautious. Gradually, we became bolder with each other. Soon we met several days each week, usually in Joe's bedroom, but sometimes up in my room, or even out in the woods. We would play with each other, touching, and telling sextales that we had heard or dreamed up. Sometimes we would share sexy books, and instruct each other on new stuff we had learned. We read the sex manual "Love Without Fear," which was a hot seller in the `50s. Supposedly a guide for newly married couples, it actually covered lots of aspects of sexuality, quite candidly for its day. This afternoon, I am sitting in a chair up in my bedroom reading about "Masturbation," in the manual, while Joe kneels next to me, fondling me, and reading over my shoulder. We laugh and comment to each other as we read. Joe says, "This is what I'm doing to you now, you know," pointing at the word "masturbation" in the book. "And this is your glans," he continues, rotating his fingers around the head of my dick. Looking at a drawing of the erect penis, Joe points to the little piece of skin behind the head, called the frenulum, and continues the lesson. "It feels great to rub it here. Especially for guys who aren't circumcized." "Yeah, I know," I say, a little defensively. "Of course I know all this stuff." It's almost unbelievable today to think of such a conversation occurring between two bright teen boys. With the changes in sexual openness of the last 50 plus years, most kids today of 10 or 11 years old probably not only know about most of the basics of sex, but likely talk about it all quite freely with little embarrassment. Not only the sexual revolution of the 60s and the 70s, but also the AIDS pandemic of the 80s and 90s have all contributed to the increased openness and freedom. But for Joe and me, it's 1953, and this is hot stuff. An Oral Progression For several months Joe and I enjoyed each other and together we perfected the art of manual sex. We gave each other handjobs at least a couple of times a week and sometimes more often. When Joe wasn't around, I masturbated myself. I did it every day, sometimes more often. One afternoon, when Joe was visiting up in my bedroom, he sprung a new idea on me. "How about if I suck on you, like the girls do in these books?" "No, I don't like that." "How d'ya know? Didja ever do it?" I am silent. "Come on Tony," Joe whispers, as he slowly jerks on my fully erect prick, "let me try it-- you don't have to do it to me if you don't want." And so I got my first proper blowjob. The earlier stuff with Larry was nothing compared to this. Joe sure knew what he was doing. (He must have done this before. I wonder who with?) Although I didn't come on that first memorable occasion, it did give me a taste that I never lost. Joe was very cool about it; not sucking me to completion, just enough to get me to like it. And not asking for a return of the favor. That would come in the future. And it did. Within a few weeks, I had learned to suck a dick pretty good. I was ready for some fine points. Joe then gently mentioned that I sometimes scraped his dick with my teeth. "Can you try to watch that, huh?," he asked with a smile. Me, being a quick learner, only had to be told once. About a month after that, we were 69ing in a series of afternoons that would rank among my most sexually satisfying ever.