Date: Sun, 03 Jan 2010 21:14:30 -0500
From: dionysus@mail.org
Subject: Mutual Satisfaction with Danny

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 sent to a mental institution.  I took her quite literally,
not knowing that she was talking about masturbation, because I had not
heard of masturbation. But I got the message that I was not supposed to
touch my penis.

In 1949, when I was in 7th grade, the phys ed teacher announced one day
that we were going to learn about the "birds and bees," and for the next
several class periods he talked about eggs getting fertilized, cells
multiplying and babies being formed.  It was quite clinical.  But he never
actually explained how the egg got fertilized, and I was pretty confused.
One boy asked how the egg got fertilized, and the answer was "sex"--which I
guess he thought answered the question.  Of course anyone who knew what sex
was would not have asked the question. But at least I knew now that sex was
something that happened between a man and woman that made babies.  I filled
in the blanks and figured out a rough idea of the mechanics.  It sounded
weird.

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 strip poker with each of us trying to protect ourselves from losing
enough clothes 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.
Over the next few weeks the 11-year old and I played strip poker.  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.

Several years later, when I was about 14, a classmate (who also was in my
church's Sunday School program with me) and I went camping by ourselves.
We hiked from our suburban community to a state park about 5-6 miles away.
It was early spring in the mid-Atlantic region.  The state park was located
along a river, a great place to camp.  It was a one-night trip.  We set up
our pup tent, laid out the fire area, gathered firewood, played in the
woods, made dinner, and then when it was dark we went to bed.  It had been
getting colder, and during the night it got quite cold and started snowing.
We were not sleeping very much, mostly talking, and because we were cold I
talked my friend into zipping our sleeping bags together to make one bag,
so we could huddle together to keep warm.  We were both in our underwear,
and one thing led to another and we began to play with each other's penis,
which were obviously erect. Each of us had a small tuft of pubic hair. It
was fun.  It did not go beyond that.  I did not know what masturbation was
at that time, and I doubt that he knew either or we would have
experimented. We never brought it up again, and we never engaged in any
similar behavior.

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 ejaculation.

At first we jacked each other serially, I masturbated him very slowly to
see how long I could keep him on the edge, but after he ejaculated over his
stomach and my hand I would roll over on my back and he would masturbate
me, at first slowly but then with ever increasing speed until I felt like I
would explode.  Very soon we learned to masturbate 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 masturbate 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.

Neither of us considered that we were gay or that we were engaging in gay
sex.  It was just fun among boys.  I haven't engaged in mutual masturbation
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. Am
I gay? bi? But then I reminded myself that I have no interest in having
other kinds of 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 object to receiving oral
sex from a male because it sounds like it could be exciting.  So I do not
think I am gay, but under the right circumstances [a younger attractive guy
that I liked] I would love to relive the pleasures of mutual masturbation.

Does anyone out there feel the same way?  I would enjoy sharing your
experiences, just as I hope you have enjoyed mine.