Date: Sat, 29 Feb 2020 18:12:31 -0500 (EST) From: Five Hole Punch Subject: What I Learned Give to Nifty! What I Learned I learned about being a bottom from three events. Here they are. Event number one was seeing my older brother getting fucked. He was thirteen and I was nine. Our family spent several weeks at the beach in the summer. It was the 1960s and being at the beach was like a Beach Boys' song in real life for me – sun, sand, and surf, but no girls. Lifeguards were bronzed gods, with sun-bleached hair and sun-bleached maroon shorts; they were the coolest of the cool. You sort of got to know some of the lifeguards as they had the same stands as their assignments most days. There was one lifeguard, Paul, who was assigned near the section of beach where our family usually sat. My brother talked to him more and more as our stay went on. Paul was seventeen. My brother was allowed to go to the rides on the boardwalk by himself. He had a 10 o'clock curfew. One time I went with him and Paul was there and we went on some rides together. I really got frightened by this one swinging cage ride and Paul was real nice about not teasing me. My brother was meeting Paul at the amusement rides. They weren't just going there. The two of them were going to the beach and the small board shack that housed the lifeguard equipment at night. I figured this out later. My brother started getting up early, at sunrise, and heading to the beach before breakfast. About the third time this happened I went out myself after my brother had left. The beach was empty, cool and beautiful, light pastel blues and grays. I made my way down the sand and neared the lifeguard shack. I could hear something that sounded like moans. I carefully sneaked around to the somewhat open door and peeked through the crack near the hinges. I stood stunned by what I saw. Paul was naked with his trunks around one ankle. He had my brother pinned up against the back wall, legs way up. He was fucking him. I could see the bottoms of my brother's feet. His trunks were pushed up mid-thigh. I could see the tip of my brother's long cock was hard and sticking up. We are both long and cut. Paul was grunting and my brother moaning, grabbing the wall with his hands. I looked only for a few seconds, but it seemed like forever. I was scared; I didn't want them to know I was there and saw what I saw. I got away without them noticing. When I walked back to our motel I was thinking about what I saw. I had some vague idea about sex, but nothing like that. It was so sexual that I got a boner in my trunks. Of course I had gotten them before. I kidded with my pals about boners, but I didn't know what they were for really. Now I did. I did play with it later, when we got home from vacation, thinking about my brother being fucked by Paul. I guess you could say this is where I started masturbating. I didn't get a climax or anything then. That started months and months later. I tried to avoid the lifeguard stand and Paul, but once he casually said to me on the beach, "Hey, your Andy's little brother, right?" I said, "Yeah" and he told me to "Say hello to Andy." I was embarrassed and avoided him after that. I don't think that he meant anything by it, but I was super sensitive about what I saw. I don't think my brother or Paul knew I saw them, but there was definitely an unspoken change in the relationship between my brother and me after. As the years went on, my parents knew, but didn't talk about my brother. And me, naïve, I realized my brother was a "queer." That is how we thought about it then. ----- Event number two was when I was ten. There were about eight or nine of us boys in the neighborhood that went to the same elementary school, played on the same Little League teams, etc. We would get together for mischief. That included sex games, usually in someone's basement. This was "boy stuff," but sucking and butt-fucking was part of it. Only the oldest two guys had the beginnings of any dark hair near their cocks, sixth graders, Alex and Bobby. There were six of us boys that one day, switching off, jacking, sucking and humping. I had taken a break and was getting off watching the action between Alex and Bobby. I was up next to them, leaning on the arm of the couch, watching Alex's cock getting ready to have Bobby's ass from behind; Bobby had a nice ass. Alex got it in and then he got real aggressive with Bobby. He wasn't just putting his dick in like the rest of us, he was fuckin' him. Bobby was playing it off with smiles and fake moans and pretending to be in pain, but I could tell that when Alex got him good that Bobby was really feeling it. I could see Alex's cock pulling Bobby's ass ring in and out. Bobby tried to hide his face in the back cushion of the couch. I saw his face scrunch up and he was breathing hard from Alex's cock. It wasn't just to hide his hurting, Bobby was hiding somethin' else – he was liking Alex's dick and being fucked. I would say that was when Bobby found out what he liked, tho' he tried to hide it for a long time. The smile on his face when Alex rubbed the head of his dick on his asshole just before stickin' it in was clear to me and his gasp as Alex entered was real lust. He'd have his ass up for Alex whenever he could. ----- Event number three was when I was twelve. I jacked for a while with a new kid at our school named Gene for about a month. He asked me if I wanted to and I said yes. This was different in that he wasn't around before to be part of my old group of sex pals. The older boys had gone on to junior high school so our group had broken up for the most part or at least sixth graders like me weren't part of the activities. Or so I thought. Gene was blonde, not too smart, and okay looking. He was uncut which was unusual in 1960s middle class America. I liked jerking him to see how his foreskin worked. His foreskin was pink and "oily" looking; it wasn't darkened yet. His balls looked the same, pink. He didn't have hair and could only get the slightest amount of come. By this time I had some dark hairs and could shoot a couple of squirts. We sucked each other so we had a "close up" picture of each other's cocks. It was after only a few weeks before one time I noticed that Gene's asshole looked like it had been fucked. I knew from before that your anus looked red from being fucked. Gene's looked different. It was red and all, but looked "loose." He also had like a light, greenish bruise out around his hole. I asked him about if he had been "doing stuff" with anyone else. Eventually, he told me. Gene said he had been fucked for a while by his older step brother who was like five or six years older than Gene. His step brother had a big cock and Gene liked it after the first few times. His step brother stopped fucking him when his step brother got to be fifteen and in high school. So, anyway, Gene had been down by the junior high and had been caught by some older boys, like eighth graders. They made him show his dick and made fun of him. When he did what they wanted they went further and had him suck a couple of them. They told him to show up the next day or they would find him. He did. Gene said there were three guys and they made him suck them hard. Then they said they were going to fuck him in the ass. They did. He had been getting fucked for about a week. We did some more jacking and sucking together, but Gene sort of stopped coming over and I think he was getting fucked for some time after by those junior high guys. I figured out that what we were doing wasn't what he really was into. ----- My bottom experiences were just with my grade school pals and that was it. It was the experience of seeing my brother, Bobby, and Gene that made me understand. 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