Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2009 02:35:58 EST
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Subject: Early Beginnings Part 1

Now that I am an adult, I have decided to write about my early sexual
experiences, as a way to understand, why I am the way I am.
This is a true story. I suppose, I was molested under legal terms, however it
was done in such a gentle innocent way, I never thought of it as molestation.
Hell, I did not even know what sex or molested meant when it happened.
My earliest memories of same sex attraction was watching my 16 year old
brother undressing in our shared bedroom when I was 5. I could not take my eyes off
his beautiful body and especially his body hair and cock. I would lie in bed
with my eyes almost closed and pretending to be asleep while he would undress
for bed. Nothing ever came of it and a year later he joined the Air Force and
I had the room to myself.
Sometimes my father would come into my bed and wrestle and tickle me, which
made me very excited and happy. However that soon stopped. I now believe it was
because he noticed I was having erections and it made him uncomfortable. No
stories of incest her
.
When I was six, my father dug me a dugout fort with a plywood roof in the
back field behind our California home. I used to play army in the fort with my
best friend Brian who was also six. Brian was a cute kid, however nothing sexual
between us ever happened.
One day his older brother, Perry came by. Perry was 12 and quite handsome, I
thought. He had come over to tell Brian, it was time for him to go home. Brian
left and Perry stayed. Perry wanted to know all about my fort and I was proud
to show it off. Perry asked where I pissed and I showed him a jar. I removed
the lid of the jar and handed the jar to Perry. Perry pulled out his dick
without any modesty and pissed in the jar. I can still remember how much the pee
bubbled and how much larger Perry's dick was compared to my own. Then Perry
asked if I had to pee and handed me the jar. I turned away in modesty and began
to pee in the jar and Perry told me "No fair, you got to see mine, show me
yours."  Red in the face, I reluctantly turned around and showed him my 3 incher
and he watched me pee. When I finished, he took the jar, set it down and asked
if he could touch my dick. When I asked why, he answered, "Because it's
beautiful." No one had ever told me that I or any part of my body was beautiful. I
let him fondle with my little dick and he asked if I would like to touch his.
I was terribly shy and a bit intimidated, he had to take my hand and wrap it
around his dick and tell me to stroke it and when I did, it began to grow and
grow. He then did the strangest thing, he went down to his knees and put his
mouth on my little cock and began licking and sucking. I was too shocked to do
anything and stood there frozen while he sucked. After a few minutes he stood
up and began kissing my face and mouth. He removed my clothes and placed me on
a blanket and licked and kissed me all over. I had no idea what was going on,
but since he was so loving and gentle and my little cock was so hard, I went
along. I was loving the attention this boy was showing me.
After lots of sucking and licking he asked me if I would please put his cock
in my mouth. At first I resisted and stated that it was where pee came from,
however he pointed to the jar of pee and said he had none left and if I was his
friend, I would want to do it to make him happy. After lots of coaxing, I
eventually gave it a try. A few licks, then a kiss and soon it was in my mouth.
He instructed me to suck on it like a lollipop or popsicle, which I did. While
I was sucking him he was running his fingers through my hair and telling me
what a beautiful, wonderful boy I was and how happy I made him feel. All too
soon, he became very excited and pulled me off his cock. I had no idea why. He
had me lie down on the blanket again, then stoked off onto me. All this white
goo came out and covered my little chest. I had not a clue as to what had
happened. Perry explained that the white stuff is what came out of older boys cocks
when they were happy and I might have not liked it in my mouth. He scooped up
some in his finger and licked it off with his tongue and told me it tasted
good and asked if I would like to give it a try.  I tasted it and told him it was
like my mom's tapioca pudding and I liked tapioca. He then licked all his cum
off my chest and kissed me on my mouth and shared his cum. It was the best
kiss I had ever experienced.
After holding and hugging me for a few minutes, Perry helped me get dressed
and told me that this would be our special secret. I was never to tell anyone,
including his brother and gave me a quarter for the ice cream man.
Perry eventually became my baby sitter and my sucking got better and better.
He would cum in my mouth and I would swallow every drop. Afterwards, he would
always hug and kiss me and tell me what a wonderful boy I was. I always felt
special and safe in his arms. That was my real reward.
When Perry moved away with his family when I was 8, I must have cried for a
week, until Tommy Murphy, Perry's 15 year old friend invited me to play in his
tree house. But that's another story.

To be continued