Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2007 20:38:34 -0400
From: dscott <dscott1947@carolina.rr.com>
Subject: Some of My Fondest Memories

Copyright 2007 by Dwight Scott

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It started when I was 14 and would hitch-hike from one place to another.
George was a teacher at a Catholic School and lived up the road from my
house.  He often gave me rides and we became "friends".  He was about 10
years older than me and he was a volunteer fire fighter.  One day he says he
needs to stop at the Parochial School where he taught.  He invites me in and
gets a package and shows me the contents.  They were pictures of nude girls.

This is 1960's and hairy pussies were not something you saw often.  After
about 10 pictures he says that they make him hot.  He says I know you're
hard and he whips out his dick and starts to play with it.  I look over and
of course it is much bigger than mine with a lot of hair.  He touches my
dick over my pants, and he tells me to take it out and play with it - it's
OK, I did.  The pictures turned me on, but seeing his dick in his hand also
had an affect on me.  He had a red bush and his dick was cut like mine and
his balls were full of hair.  I was only fourteen and my body hair was not
that much.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  He reaches over and starts
to play with me.  I was frozen.  This was the first time this happened to me
as an adult.

When I was 7 - 8, I had a neighbor and we would play with each other and
hump until we got the tingling feeling in our dicks.  We would rub our dicks
together, and sometimes turn over so the other guy could put his dick on the
other one's cheeks, like a hot dog, and hump the soft flesh until we
tingled.  We did this often but at that age, we knew nothing else.  He moved
away and I was relegated to humping my pillow - often.

I never thought of it again until this day.  After a few minutes, when he
knew he had me in a trance he told me to play with his.  While there was a
full two second delay, I knew I wanted to touch his dick.  I remember how
warm it was.  I remember feeling it and it was hard but a little soft.  I
liked the touch very, very much.

In the early sixties, the only way to see nudity was playboy.  They never
showed pussies.  Pictures of men were something I never saw until the much,
much later.

He started to jerk me faster and he asked if I was ready to shoot.  In those
days the quantity and distance were pretty good and he brought me to orgasm
in no time.  I shot my load and told me to do the same to him.  I had never
jerked off - I had always humped something.  This was a new experience in
many ways.  I did the same to him, he shot but not as far as me.  He praised
my power and said that he was not as "strong" as me.  It appealed to my
"manhood".

We pulled up our pants and he drove me home.  When I got home, I had a
combination of emotions.  I wondered why I was so turned on by a guy.  I
never got hard in the showers, never wanted to play with any of my friends.

We would "bump" into each other and - we would go to the back of the school
or the firehouse where it was private and easy for us to play with each
other.  After awhile, he left the pretense of pictures and just said, you
want to stop at the School/firehouse.  Most time I said yes.  I was getting
my share of tits and pussy from girls and rationalized that this was just
fun and no one was getting hurt.  Since I was masturbating many times a day,
I would waffle between wondering if I was gay to realizing that anyone who
plays with my dick was going to be my good friend until I came.

Soon he would soon start giving me wonderful blowjobs.  I would jerk him off
but not blow him.  We would rub our dicks together to get us hard, although
I was hard in seconds on the way to our destination.  When I look back, we
did everything standing, there was no furniture, so we would drop our pants,
rub our dicks, jerk each other for awhile and then he would take my load and
then have me jerk him off.  I licked it a few times but I would never let
him come in my mouth.

It was not uncommon, when I came home from school to seek him out and he
never let me down - he was always game for a good blowjob and I got to play
with his dick.  I wish he lived in my NC town now so we could continue where
we left off.

Excuse, me while I jerk off to the memories!!!