Everything started when I was a boy and with boys.
I grew up a military brat. My father was a career Army officer. This led to our family moving around the country an awful lot. I have vague and disconnected memories of many bases around the country and the globe. At the age of eight, we moved to the East Coast of the United States. That was in 1973.
It was a typical Army base. Located near the suburbs of a moderately large city, but still surrounded by heavy woods with hundreds of trails cut through them by the many youngsters that had been there before me. I walked those woods endlessly. Unlike today's kids, we didn't have video games and computers and thousands of channels on the television to choose from. We didn't have trucks that you could change into giant robots or remote-controlled cars and aircraft or even role-playing card games. We played outside. Constantly. Even if that meant as little as running around in the woods pretending we were pioneers or mountain men or cowboys on the hunt for dastardly villains that poisoned the water well and shot some poor girl's pet dog.
It was all my mother could do to keep me inside after school or on weekends. There were times in the summer when I wouldn't see her for days on end, leaving before she was up and about and staying out until the streetlights came on, only to go directly to my room. Grounding me didn't even work, once I figured out that I could drive her up the wall until she sent me outside just to have some peace and quiet for a little while.
The only time I was content to stay inside was when it was raining. Then I had my two best friends, books and a little A.M. radio. I discovered both words and music very early.
Long-term friendships were impossible to maintain. Someone you were friends with would move away and someone new would come along. It didn't exactly make for a lonely life, but it made seeing someone leave your life forever nothing more than a passing pain. You learned to live with it. You also learned, if you were an inquisitive and deductive youngster, that little military-brat girls would do nearly anything to make a friend. The first time I "played doctor" was in an old fort that some clever kids had built and abandoned in the woods not far from my house. Of course, at the time, I thought the goal was simply to get them to take their clothes off. Hey, I was only eight.
Having an older sister helped. She was two years ahead of me in school and she had friends. Her friends were at an age where they were as curious about boys as I was about them. I would show them and they would show me. We would giggle and look and point and then run home feeling like we had just done something that no one else in the world had ever thought of doing.
It continued for some time. We were caught once, due to a tattle-tale girl that was not as into it as the others were. We got chewed out, we were told how wrong it was, and we chose more trustworthy playmates for the next time. The first person (other than my mother) that ever touched my little boner was (as gross as this may sound) my sister. She touched it with one finger and went BOING-BOING-BOING, tittering and scooting away quickly. The second was one of her friends, "Karen". She as a little more interested. She inspected it closely and held it in her warm hand. ZING. I thought I was in love with her, until she started going around with a bully from the Junior High School (we didn't have Middle Schools back then).
There was a short parade of others in the years to come. Like everyone else, they came and went. Some were content to look and touch lightly. A few wanted to kiss (which was the height of sexuality at that early age). One, "Julia" wanted to do both at the same time. Zing-ZING. She was my first girlfriend. I was allowed to hold her in hand in public. She would let me kiss her lightly when there were others around. And she let me put a finger in her warm, little pee-pee place (but, certainly not in public).
Alas, she too moved away.
Then girls became "uncool". All my friends wanted nothing to do with them. They had "cooties". I had to be more clandestine in my frivolities. They didn't stop, but they were greatly reduced.
When I got a bike, they really took a back seat. I and one or two of the other boys rode everywhere. From one end of the base to the other and down every path that allowed us to. We rode back into the Ranges, which was where the soldiers did their rifle training and qualifying. It was also where the local Boy Scout troop did their monthly camp-outs.
I was convinced to join the Cub Scouts and did so, more to be part of the crowd than any real interest. I went to the meetings. I participated in the silly activities. I went on the scavenger hunts. None of it was all that much fun, but I was there and so were most of my friends.
So went my young life for a couple years, one year blending seamlessly into the next. Birthdays passed, but the changes that came were so gradual that I felt that nothing really changed except the constant ebb and flow of familiar faces.
Somehow, I was able to earn the Arrow of Light ribbon which allowed me to join the Boy Scouts themselves before my eleventh birthday. I went on my first camp-out in the fall when I was ten-and-better-than-a-half. (I turned eleven the following winter).
That was the first time I saw another boy naked.
That was when a new interest caught my attention.
I was sharing a tent with "Derek", one of my school friends that would ride around the base with. I don't think he intended to show himself to me, but when he was getting ready to hit the sack that first Friday night, he inadvertently displayed his pecker. I was already in my sleeping bag, lying on my side. It was the first pecker that wasn't mine that I had ever seen. I didn't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of it. The older boys called him No-Butt, because his was flat and narrow, unlike my own. Soon enough, he slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and lay down in his own bag.
I didn't say anything to him. Confessing to being interested in another boy's dick was asking for trouble, but I thought about it until I fell asleep. The next night, I was waiting for another view, but was denied. He didn't take his pants off until he was in the bag, wrestling them off in the tight confines and stowing them in his pack. For some reason I didn't understand, it gave me a boner thinking about the fact that he was sleeping in naught but his drawers.
It was confusing. Usually, I only got stiff thinking about one of the girls. I had already discovered the wonders of masturbation but at the time, I thought that I was the only one that did it. I had had my first orgasm some months earlier. When it first happened, I was frightened, thinking I was about to piss my bed. I later realized what I had been missing. I also learned that it was very common. I guess I got a little noisy one night and my Dad gave me the first of the "Talks".
Laying there in the blackness of the tent, I was tempted to do so right there, but quickly changed my mind. Instead I rolled onto my stomach and allowed my weight to press my strange wood into the ground.
By the next morning, as we were packing up the camp, I had nearly forgotten all about it. A comment from one of the older boys, naturally picking on one of the younger kids, was about whether or not the kid had "jacked off" during the night. All the older boys and most of the younger ones laughed at him. He had apparently been caught doing that once.
"Jason" blushed and tried to pretend the words didn't hurt. Anyone that remembers being a kid knows better. He stayed quiet the rest of the morning and most of the ride back to the Scout Hut. When we all went our separate ways, Jason still kept his head down.
I felt really bad for him. There was no reason to tease him that way. They knew they were humiliating him. But, that's the way kids are.
As we carried the Troop's gear into the Hut and stored it, I found myself alone with him. While I hadn't thought about doing so, I told him, "Don't let `em bug you. They do it, too. I promise."
He turned to me and nodded, still upset and asked, "Do you?"
"What?" I asked. "Jack off?... Yeah. Everybody does, I guess. Just not during a camp-out."
I was teasing him as well, but by doing it in private, he took it better. He grinned and socked me in the arm before we went back to the gear. When we had finished, we started for home. Derek, Jason, "Bruce", and I all rode our bikes home. The backpacks were ungainly and kept shifting around, causing us to have to stop a few times. One such break was a few yards from the path to the fort. Saying they'd see us in school, Jason and Bruce rode on.
Derek and I caught our breath, tried to reset the packs on our shoulders, and were about to start out again, having only a couple blocks to go.
He looked at me and asked, "You ever been to that old fort back there?"
"Yeah," I told him. "A few times."
"Anyone else go with you?"
"Just a couple girls. They didn't like it. Said it was too dirty back there. Why?" The fact was they knew what I had in mind when I asked them back there. Word had spread. Julia was the last girl I had convinced to come back there with me.
Derek looked around, as if someone would overhear him, and told me, "I swiped some girlie mags from my Dad. I need someplace to hide `em."
My interest grew. Girlie mags? My Dad had a couple Playboys stashed in his closet.
"Naw," he said. "These are a lot better than Playboy."
"Aren't you worried about `em getting rained on?"
"I got `em in a trash bag, doofus."
Better than Playboy? I had to see these. "Well, yeah. You could hide `em. No one ever goes back there."
"Wanna see em? I'll bring em back there tomorrow after school."
With a plan for the next afternoon, we mounted up and rode the last few blocks. My house was closer and we confirmed the plan as he rode off.
I was seriously looking forward to it.
Oddly enough, as I lay in my bed that night, doing my best to jack off quietly, I found my mind drifting from the girls I initially thought of. Instead, I found myself picturing Derek's swinging, little dick.
I didn't know what to make of it, but I pushed it from my mind enough to finish. As I curled up to go to sleep however, I saw it again in my mind's eye.
If these mags are as good as he says, I thought. I might get the chance to see it again.
I actually sat up in bed, wondering where that thought had come from.
The day passed far slower than I would have liked. Derek ran home, fetched his pilfered porno mags, and met me at the old fort. That first time, we looked through the pictures which were far more explicit than anything I'd ever seen before. I can say with certainty that we both had something new to tug our individual peters to that night. We had both been sitting on the seats that had been cleverly built into the walls of the fort, trying to cover our stiffies.
For the rest of the week, we visited the fort every afternoon. Both of us skipped the Boy Scout meeting that Thursday night, but we were both wearing our uniforms while we sat in the fort looking at the women doing things I had never even heard of, let alone seen going on. We were each trying to rub our stiff members without letting on.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon when I first noticed that Derek wasn't being quite as discreet anymore. He had grabbed himself and was humping his own hand every now and then. We both wore shorts (which in the 70's were very short) so neither of us was hiding our boners.
Without preamble, without any such subject ever being brought up before, Derek looked up and asked, "Do you ever stand in your window naked and see if anyone sees you?"
I raised my head and smiled. That was one I had never considered. When I realized that by telling him No, I had made him blush, I added, "I'd rather look than show anyway."
What the hell made me say that?
Derek grinned. "Yeah, you were looking pretty hard on the camp-out."
Now, it was my turn to blush. I had thought I was being sneaky about it.
"You like showing it to people?"
"I dunno."
"Show it to me." The words were out of my mouth before I had time to think about them. I was certainly as red as a lobster. I could actually feel my cheeks burning. Oh, man. I'd done it now. He was probably going to start calling me names. He would tell everyone at school. I was screwed.
But, instead he smiled shyly. "No, man. It's all hard."
"So's mine," I countered.
He was blushing again, but didn't say anything.
"Doesn't it get hard when you show it out the window?"
"Yeah."
"Well?"
Finally, he looked up and demanded, "Show me yours at the same time."
Heck, I had played this game. Never with another boy, but I had played this game. "Okay."
We both stood up. Neither one of us really hesitated long. Our shorts came down, our underwear with them. He glanced at me, then lowered his head, then looked again, then back down. My eyes never dropped. His dick, now hard was different than mine. Where mine was pretty much the same thickness from end to tip, Derek's was thicker near the base and tapered off near the head. I couldn't take my eyes off of it again. I was mesmerized. A voice asked, "Can I touch it?"
Holy shit, it had been me.
He looked at me for a second, shocked. When he looked back down he was blushing even deeper. "Why?"
"I've never touched anyone else's," I answered honestly. "It feels good. Karen touched mine and Julia, too." I had no idea why I was trying so hard to convince him to let me.
He looked through the gaps in the fort walls.
"Don't worry," I persisted. "No one ever comes back here."
After another glance up at me, he lowered the magazine in his hand and leaned backwards. "Go ahead."
We were both trembling like we were freezing, but it was warm and humid. Leaving my shorts down by my ankles, I crawled closer and got within a foot of his rigid dick. With a shaky hand, I reached out and ran a finger up and down his shaft. He shivered and gasped. I felt queasy, my stomach twitching. After a few seconds, I went ahead and closed my hand around it, stroking it up and down like I did my own. Derek gasped again. He leaned his weight on the seat and his knees spread further apart.
After rubbing him for a few moments, I glanced down at the magazine. A woman was on her knees with a man's pecker in her mouth. They both seemed quite happy about it.
"I wonder what that feels like," I said.
Derek looked at the picture and replied, almost too quiet to hear, "I dunno."
I had no earthly clue what was driving me, but I had gone this far and I wanted to go further. I leaned my head forward.
"Man," he whispered. "What're you-...?"
He stopped and gasped yet again as I closed my lips around the head of his young dick. I didn't have any idea how to do that properly, so I just sat there with it in my mouth for a while. Derek's hips started moving. I let them. He was humping my face. I got the point. It was just like jacking him off, but with my mouth. So, I did it for him. There was surprisingly little taste. It was sort of like having a large finger in my mouth, though a good deal bigger than a finger.
"Oh, shit," he said after a minute or so. "Stop."
I knew what he was about to do, but for some reason, I didn't want to release him. When his entire body tensed up, I sucked on him like a popsicle. And then it happened. With a groan he came in my mouth. It was slightly salty and runny. Not knowing what else to do, I swallowed it. When I leaned my head back, he gazed down at me for a second before letting his breath out with a shiver.
I sat back on the dirt, crossing my legs. My own pecker was standing straight up.
After glancing at it once, Derek bent down and pulled his shorts back up. He wouldn't look at me.
What had I done? Had I just lost a friend?
I stood up and brushed the dirt from my butt, pulling my own shorts back up, and waited for some rebuke. Instead, he chuckled. "Man," he said quietly.
"Did it feel like when you jack off?"
"Better," he confessed. "A lot better."
Cool.
But, he started making excuses about having to go home. I didn't try to stop him. We put the mags back in their trash bag and went to leave the fort.
Just outside the door, as he was trying to hurry to the path, I heard myself ask, "Wanna do it again tomorrow?"
Derek stopped in his tracks. Turning back to me, he stared for a few seconds. "Do you?"
Shrugging, I said, "Sure. I guess. If you do."
He nodded. Without waiting another instant, he walked down the path and headed for home. I knew where he would be. If I didn't ride by his house, he would ride by mine. I would see him for certain, before the day was out.
I didn't know why I had done it. I didn't know it was "wrong". I had often heard the phrase "Suck my dick" used as a friendly (or not-so-friendly) jab at another boy. Now, I had done it.
And I had liked it.
Derek didn't show up as early as usual, but he did show up. He was already blushing when he did. We rode around for a while, playing with friends and going to the PX with a couple others. (The PX is the Post Exchange, for you civilians. It's like the base's department store.) It wasn't until well into the afternoon that we found ourselves alone.
He didn't even say anything. He stopped by the entrance to the path, looked at me, and nodded.
It went on for a couple weeks. Not always daily, but nearly. After school, we'd go to the fort. On Saturday, we'd find our way to the fort. Derek started getting bolder about it, but would not "return the favor". To be honest, when I look back, I don't think I cared that much. The boldest move was when we left early for the Scout meeting and made a stop on the way.
It was one of the last Scout meetings I went to. I was getting bored with them. But, that evening, I sat there with the taste of him still in my mouth as they discussed badges and good deeds and upcoming events. He wouldn't meet my gaze too often, but when he did, he would blush and grin.
As winter set in, the fort wasn't as comfortable anymore.
Derek came up with an idea.
He confessed that he and Jason had played the "show me" game a time or two as well. (Was that jealousy creeping into my mind?) Jason's Dad was a senior officer. Their house was bigger, and wasn't a duplex like ours. It even had a basement.
The subject was breached carefully and with surprising tact for eleven-year-old boys. We asked Jason about whether we could hide the girlie mags in his basement first. It was only half finished and was his "second bedroom", so it was not a problem. In the closet and under a stack of blankets they would go.
But, let's look at them for a while first.
Derek was the instigator this time. It was his idea to "show and compare". Jason had no problem with it. Neither did I. Jason's was a little longer than either of ours, maybe a touch thicker.
Looking at the staircase and the closed door at the top, Derek asked, "Wanna feel something cool?"
Jason watched, wide-eyed and amazed as I gave Derek another blowjob. I had figured out what worked best for him and it took less than five minutes. When I finished, I licked my lips clean and looked at Jason. "Well?"
Jason didn't last long at all. It was the first time anyone other than himself had done that for him. And so, I got my second playmate.
We had to be more careful there. Jason's parents were often just upstairs while we played. That basement became our playhouse for the entire winter. If Derek couldn't make it, I played with Jason. Most often it was both. Still, I had never had it done to me. Strangely, I didn't care.
I was happy with my role in the game. Jason had even held my head a few times as I worked it up and down, sucking that young dick for all I was worth.
I quit the Scouts before the next monthly camp-out. There was something about being around all those boys, and the fear of seeing them as swinging peckers instead, that made me decide not to attend any more. I had no doubt that I would wind up sucking every dick that I could before getting caught and likely spend the rest of my time as an outcast. For the time being, I had the boys in the basement.
During the Christmas holidays, our threesome became four.
Bruce came over one evening. At first, it seemed that our playtime was going to be postponed. I was actually getting disappointed.
Then Derek (oh, brave and bold Derek) asked if Bruce had ever had anyone else play with his pecker. Ten minutes later, I was on my knees in front of Derek. Bruce was amazed that I was not only willing, but happy to do so. I moved to Jason. Bruce was stiff as a board watching.
Then it was his turn. He gasped and shivered and moaned.
And then he had his first orgasm by a hand (or mouth) other than his own. I gulped his jizz down with greedy joy.
Evening became night. There was no sense in any of us going home, so our parents were called and we spent the night in the basement.
It was the first time I had an entire evening with three other boys that didn't have a problem with me playing with their peckers. And I took advantage of that. By the time we were getting drowsy, Derek had even convinced Bruce to try it. Now there were two of us on our knees. We switched partners a time or two, and Bruce even gave me my first blowjob.
Wow. I understood why they liked it so much.
The basement saw a lot of us that winter. And we saw a lot of each other.
Bruce and Jason both quit the Scouts as well. Derek started missing many of our play sessions, seeing as how he had not quit. He was determined to be an Eagle Scout, and (he eventually informed us) and Eagle Scout can't be "a homo".
He did accept one last, long blowjob before he left that night. I took my time, slowing down when I felt him about to blow. I think I wanted to make him suffer for leaving, but what I was doing (I realized much later) was giving him the best blowjob of his young life. When he finally shot off, it filled my mouth more than any of them ever had.
He took his girlie mags when he left, but we rarely even bothered with them anymore. They knew what was coming and I was all for it.
And then he was gone. I still saw him in school and around the base now and then. I even saw the whole troop heading back into the woods behind the ranges one Friday evening as I was back there riding the trails. I waved, he did not.
So, we were back to three.
Over the winter, Bruce became more and more reluctant to "be the girl" in our games. He said it made him feel funny. Heck, it made me feel funny, too. That was one of the reasons I did it. It made me feel funny, a good kind of funny.
I told him it was okay, I was fine with it.
I thought it would go on forever. On my birthday, we had my party then went to the basement for another session. Bruce told me that was my present from him, which made me laugh. I asked him for another "gift" and he gave it to me.
As spring began to sneak in, the afternoons became warmer and the fort came back into use. We would still stay nights at Jason's, but afternoons we went to the fort and I got to play with them there.
Jason showed up one day with "Johnny". He was a relatively new kid on the base. Again, I was sure that our playtime would be interrupted. But, Johnny had some other girlie magazines with him (also swiped from his father's collection). These were the "Swedish" kind. Even more explicit than Derek's had been, some of them had girls our age in them. One of them even had boys in it. There were boys with girls, boys with other boys, and (to my utter astonishment) boys with men. Grown men. I couldn't stop looking at those pictures. Some of the boys didn't seem to like it all that much while others really appeared to love it.
After looking at those pages, I wanted to play. My dick was so hard for so long that it was actually getting sore.
Jason was getting antsy, too. I recognized it. He was giving me looks and licking his lips. I was doing the same.
Though the words in my head were different, the attitude was the same. Fuck it.
"Hey, Johnny?" I asked. "You ever done this?" It was a picture of one boy sucking another's dick.
Jason went white. Bruce hid behind the mag he was thumbing through. I looked straight in Johnny's eyes, waiting for an answer.
With a shrug, he answered, "Sure. Kid next door back on Fort [Downsouth] did that to me once."
"Did it to you? You didn't do it back?"
Another shrug. "Never got the chance."
"Did you wanna try?"
Still another shrug. "I liked him doing it to me. Never really thought about doing it back."
I traded looks with Jason and Bruce.
It was my turn to shrug.
"I'll do it for you."
I was almost happy to tell him about our playtime. Johnny looked from Bruce to Jason and back to me.
And with that blowjob we were back to four.
Bruce still didn't want to service any of us, but I was more than willing.
When Johnny suggested we start coming to his house instead of the fort, we were a little reluctant. He argued the benefits. His parents were gone a lot. They went to a lot of "parties", almost every weekend, leaving Johnny's older brother "Eddie" in charge. We could play in his room uninterrupted.
And there, he persuaded, we could try something else.
He took the magazine from my hands and turned a couple pages. There on the page there was a boy on his hands and knees with another boy putting his dick in his butt.
"You ever try butt-sex?"
To be continued...