Exciting Sex Play with Young Friends
This story is being revised and expanded; consequently it will be broken up into several parts to make easier reading.
During the 1940s and 1950s there was no discussion of sex in public, at least not where kids could hear it. Sex was a non-existent topic in my home also. The only remotely sexual thing my mother ever mentioned was that I should not play with myself because if I did I would go insane and would have to be housed in a mental institution. I took her quite literally, not knowing that she was talking about ************, because I had not heard of ************. But I got the message that I was not supposed to touch my penis.
I was a paperboy throughout junior high school and most of high school, delivering the afternoon edition. Another boy and I both got our newspapers delivered in front of the same apartment building. His route went in one direction and my route in another. He was about my age, a bit smaller in build, a “tough” kid and a smoker. His father was a sailor. One day he brought with him a sort of pornographic comic book with cartoon characters. He showed me one picture of a male figure with a grotesquely large penis standing behind another male figure that was leaning over. The obvious question—what are they doing. The boy told me they were “homos” or “queers” and that is what homos do and that is why they are queer. That was disgusting. So now I knew what sex was and what queers were, and neither sounded very appealing.
When I was 12 my brother (age 10) and I had a small group of friends about our age, and 4 or 5 of us were playing poker, sitting on the floor of an apartment of an 11-year old who parents were not home. The game evolved into ***** poker with each of us trying to protect ourselves from losing enough founds to get completely naked. The 11-year old ultimately lost his last piece of clothing and had to remove his underpants. He tried in vain to shield himself but I could see his penis and I was curious and excited because I had never seen another boy (other than my brother) naked. I wanted to see him naked again, just him and me. Over the next few weeks he and I played ***** poker at his house. It was on the 2nd or 3rd time I think that we were lying on the floor beside each other and we touched each other and play with each other's penis. It was fun and we did it several times after that. I had no idea about ************ or we would have probably tried it.
In thinking back about these early sex play events I was surprised that so far as I remember I was the initiator, and what surprises me is that I was both bashful and reserved, and initiating these events seems out of character. In subsequent years there were no other occurrences like this until I was in my senior year in high school. We had moved to a small town in a pretty rural area in Ohio about 45 miles from Cleveland. I did some hunting and other outdoor activities, but I did not play sports. Danny was one of my best friends at the time, largely because we had a number of activities that we enjoyed together. He was two years younger than me, but was about my size, and I was less mature than some of my classmates. I spent a lot of time at his house and his family treated me like one of their own. On weekends we spent a lot of time at each other's houses. He had a large attic bedroom with a double bed and when I stayed over at his house he and I slept in the bed together. [It was around 1960 and was taken for granted without much concern.]
We wrestled. We played. We fooled around. We slept in the same bed. Eventually we did back rubs and tickling, rubbing each others arms, legs, and chests. We were very comfortable with each other. After a while I would run my hand over his stomach, brush over his briefs and down the inside of his thighs. His increasing erection would be obvious, but he would lie on his back, relaxed. Eventually I would slip my hand under the elastic waist band of his briefs, gently massage his abdomen, slowly slide my hand down until I felt his pubic hair, brush through that and get to his erect penis. After gently touching his penis and moving my hand up and down the shaft, I would slide his briefs off to expose his genitals. Danny did the same for me. Sometimes we were covered with the sheet, at least initially, but often (unless it was too cold in the attic) we would remove the covers entirely so that we were fully exposed. The mechanics were pretty much the same each time. I liked to slide my fingers very softly and slowly up and down the length of the shaft of his penis, not enough to do more than create wonderful electric sensations and cause the precum to flow, but not enough to begin the excitement of the final countdown to ***********.
At first we jacked each other serially, I *********** him very slowly to see how long I could keep him on the edge, but after he ********** over his stomach and my hand I would roll over on my back and he would ********** me, at first slowly but then with ever increasing speed until I felt like I would explode. Very soon we learned to ********** each other at the same time. He would lie to my right so that I could reach him with my left hand, and he could reach me with his right. We were mostly on our backs, but leaning slightly into each other so that we were both comfortable. Danny was circumcised, I was not circumcised, and I learned that it was easier to ********** if you were uncircumcised. If I held Danny's penis loosely on the shaft just below the head the skin was loose enough so I could slide it just a bit over his head, enough to give him good sensations. We were both very considerate of the other's needs and tempo. I could feel Danny's intensity increase as I stroked gently and as we felt each other's increasing readiness we each increased the tempo of our stroke. We got so good at sensing each other's intensity and slowing or speeding up as necessary that we almost always were able to have a simultaneous climax. It was exciting. There is no feeling like it. We continued this off and on for two years. During the second year I was in college about 100 miles away and we got together on weekends when I came home. Once we did it when we were out hunting and had stopped to rest. Another time we did it when we were out on a family camping trip, in a tent trailer. But most of the time we did it at home in Danny's double bed. It ended when Danny joined the army out of high school. I haven't seen him since.
At no time did either of us consider that we were gay or that we were engaging in gay sex. It was just fun among boys. I haven't engaged in mutual ************ since then but often I have thought about it and longed for the intimacy and pleasure of those days. Both of us are married and have children and grandchildren. For some time after those mutually pleasurable days I worried that I might be harboring some deep down homosexual tendencies. But then I reminded myself that I have no interest in having sex with males, if that means penetrating another's body—I cannot conceive of giving oral sex to a man, or having anal sex with anyone male or female—although I admit that I might not ob
Does anyone out there feel the same way? I would enjoy sharing your experiences, just as I hope you have enjoyed mine. Since writing this a few years ago I have considered my feelings and I think if I had known a bit more about sex, and if the circumstances were such that I could admit to liking boys, that I may have concluded that I may be gay or at least bisexual. I have concluded that I am a lot more attracted to uncircumcised males. The look is more appealing to me, since I am uncircumcised, and the feelings are much more intense.
If there are other uncircumcised males out there that would like to communicate and share their experiences privately, you can reach me at dionysus [at] mail dot org.