1 A Life Story
For myself - sex and sexuality is closely related to exhibitionism, voyeurism and the outdoors. , Begining with my neighborhood friends, their dads, neighborhood men, men in the woods to my own grand father and my dad.
I was a sexual ********** from the onset, gay and innocenlty sexual if you really paid attention. I was small for my age I loved male bulges and determined to get into a mans pants. My father was a blue collar worker with few words. He intimidated me and I perplexed him and gave him feelings he never knew.
Guy a boy 2 years my younger was my first cock I can remember. He lived a few house down and his father Gil worked at the same factory my dad did. We would lose his brother Dale by telling him we were going to play "pool" at my house. Which we both knew meant "Pull" on each others tiny dicks. This went on for several years until we reached elementary school and he was to cool to be seen with my ******y ass.
By this time I had moved on anyway - but not very far. His dad was a bit of a hippy and wore cut off levis - commando. He was a hairy b**st, tan and had a hot dad body. He wore long hair and a bushey heard. When ever I would come over to their house and saw Gil working on a car I was making a bee line right for him. Many a times did I crouch down as he laid under the car working on something. I'd look right up his shorts at the prettiest penis I ever saw.
The river was something people spoke about as being down there, detached from our lives and had moved on from its dependence. k**s our age weren't supposed to be down at the river unsupervised. I don't remember the first trip but I grew obsessed with running the river at first with my friends but then increasing alone as I hunted for people to spy on. What I didn't know is that my section of the scenic river was a popular cruising area in the county.
His name was Greg and they had purchased the small house from my parents, they did a big renovation and addition making the place look great. They had just moved in that evening when I and Guy where in the driveway right next to Gregs master bedroom. It was pitched black outside as I watched the light flick on in the bedroom next door. They haden't put any shades up and you could see perfectly into the room. I made some excuse to my friend Gil and pretended I was headed home. Circling back to Gregs window I looked right in thru the bedroom into the bath. Greg was in the shower completely naked soaping up.
I was a sexual ********** from the onset, gay and innocenlty sexual if you really paid attention. I was small for my age I loved male bulges and determined to get into a mans pants. My father was a blue collar worker with few words. He intimidated me and I perplexed him and gave him feelings he never knew.
Guy a boy 2 years my younger was my first cock I can remember. He lived a few house down and his father Gil worked at the same factory my dad did. We would lose his brother Dale by telling him we were going to play "pool" at my house. Which we both knew meant "Pull" on each others tiny dicks. This went on for several years until we reached elementary school and he was to cool to be seen with my ******y ass.
By this time I had moved on anyway - but not very far. His dad was a bit of a hippy and wore cut off levis - commando. He was a hairy b**st, tan and had a hot dad body. He wore long hair and a bushey heard. When ever I would come over to their house and saw Gil working on a car I was making a bee line right for him. Many a times did I crouch down as he laid under the car working on something. I'd look right up his shorts at the prettiest penis I ever saw.
The river was something people spoke about as being down there, detached from our lives and had moved on from its dependence. k**s our age weren't supposed to be down at the river unsupervised. I don't remember the first trip but I grew obsessed with running the river at first with my friends but then increasing alone as I hunted for people to spy on. What I didn't know is that my section of the scenic river was a popular cruising area in the county.
His name was Greg and they had purchased the small house from my parents, they did a big renovation and addition making the place look great. They had just moved in that evening when I and Guy where in the driveway right next to Gregs master bedroom. It was pitched black outside as I watched the light flick on in the bedroom next door. They haden't put any shades up and you could see perfectly into the room. I made some excuse to my friend Gil and pretended I was headed home. Circling back to Gregs window I looked right in thru the bedroom into the bath. Greg was in the shower completely naked soaping up.
7年前
