This is actually a "prequel" to the earlier parts. It is my earliest recollections of sexual activity and emergeing homosexuality.
It is all true, as best I remember.
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In my gay experiences, I have always been the submissive bottom even before I knew what those terms meant.
Many people who become subs were abused or molested in their youth. I was neither, although I remember one incident that probably fits the legal definition of molestation even though nothing physical happened.
I was probably eight or nine. Walking home from school one day I was suddenly joined by a young woman who had been a babysitter a few months earlier, She walked along side of me and I think I recall her taking my hand.
She probably said a great deal, but all I remember is her asking, "How do you clean your wee-wee?" and "I want to watch you clean your wee-wee."
But that was it. Nothing else happened and I never saw her again. I believe that had no impact on my sexual orientation or desires. I got there on my own.
I grew up in a neighborhood with a lot of kids close to my age. After being interested in "serving" a couple of others, when I was about nine I focused on Ted, who was two years older. I wanted him to take control of me without saying so in so many words. So I came up with an idea. We would wrestle and if one of us pinned the other, the one who was pinned would have to do what the winner wanted for a period of time (probably an hour). I wanted to lose and didn't have to fake it. I did try my best but eventually Ted pinned me. I think we did it twice.
One of the things he made me do I remember vividly and when I think about it my little "wee-wee" gets excited.
We were on the hill behind our houses, and he noticed a natural mound that had a hole in it about three or four feet off the ground. It was obviously was made by an animal: gopher, rat, raccoon, something.
Ted told me to go over to the mound and put my dick in the hole. I had an erection, (I did not learn the significance of getting hard until a few years later). When I was flush against the entrance he leaned in beside me.
I can still hear him saying, "Here, snakey, snakey. Come on out."
Fortunately nothing came out.
There were some other instances involving other kids. One day, Ted, Mike (a year younger), Eric (three years younger) and I were on the playground of a school at the end of our street that was under construction.
Somebody suggested we have a "pants race". We would race a certain distance and the loser (fourth place finisher) had to pants himself in front of the others. Well, I knew I couldn't beat Ted, but had a good shot at Mike and was a "cinch" to beat Eric.
Guess who finished fourth. That's right, so I had to take my jeans down and Ted insisted my shorts had to come down too, So there I was standing with my pants around my ankles while the three other kids slapped at my exposed (and erect again) dick.
During that time I also did some imaginary "service". I would play strip poker against myself with the "house" winning and me gradually disrobing. On hot nights I would ask permission to sleep in the backyard. At about 4 am when no one was around I would run around the neighborhood naked, hoping to get caught but terrified of it happening. No one ever saw me.
When I got to junior high these things stopped. I buried those instincts and behaved like a hetero through the teen years, college and beyond.
I dated women, but had performance issues.
I remember seeing the movie "Deep Throat". While the guys I was with were saying they wish they could be Dr. Harry Reems (i think that's his name) I envied Linda Lovelace. Getting to suck all that cock.
End of part 4
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