True Beginnings -Part 1 by CNJshore9
Hey, guys. Yes, it's me . I decided to interrupt my "Straight Bars." series (in the "Encounters" category) for a bit and get down to the `early years' of my (sex) life.. since I delved into the realm of, at least somewhat, "non- fiction" in that set of stories (versus my previous "fantasy world") I also made the decision to go all the way and start from the "true beginnings" ...
...and, as for the "legal" bs.. If you are offended by.or too young, or not in a geo-political area that allows this (homo-erotic prose). please use your escape method (like click on the `X' in the upper right corner). if you meet the criteria .. and want to continue.. do so .. I will also warn you that there may be several cross-generational episodes (boy and man), but they will be only a very small part of it all, as that was all they were in my younger days.
Also. you must remember.. the period described in these pages was before the days of HIV/AIDS and whatever other non- antibiotic-responsive diseases exist now. there was no such thing as "un-safe" sex. (well.. that's not entirely true .. more than one "famous name" in history is supposed to have died from syphilis, or had gonorrhea) -- but that is not true today - the diseases are soooo much worse . so use your "big head" when indulging.
btw.. all names have been changed to protect ...... whatever..
Chapter 1 . Prologue & Sammy
For those of you who might not have read any of my other stories (yet.. I hope), I'm a later middle-aged guy (55 years old to be more exact), and I guess not too hard on the eyes because I do seem to be able to meet and meat' some nice looking and interesting other guys. I was married for a long time, have some kids and grand-ones, and, unfortunately, am now widowed and living alone. Hell !! yes, maybe "unfortunate" that I'm widowed, but sure as the devil not so for living alone and being able to have guests' !!!! .and if you're on AOL. go check my profile.. it's all there.. with pics.
I just happened to have grown up as a young boy on a farm in one of the so-called "southern states".
I look back now and think how lucky I probably was . I had my own horse -- actually he was a cow pony' (like the native americans' rode in most of the western movies that were popular then) -- and I usually rode him bareback (long long before I knew that could mean something else!) with only a bridle. I was driving' when I was 7-- a small tractor, of course, it was a farm! But I graduated' to driving the Jeep and a series of pickup trucks when I was 9! (Unfortunately, I didn't actually get "licensed" by the state until I was 14.) In the meantime, I chopped cotton, shucked corn, picked tomatoes, broke open watermelons - all the things a young farmboy could do.
..and..I watched as the bulls mounted the heifers and the stallions satisfied the mares. and all that. I knew why they were doing it ... "breeding" was the term .. and "calving" or "foaling" was the result .. What I didn't know yet was that we humans did such things too !!!!
My parents had friends that lived on farms near us with whom we would get together sometimes, but we also had a life "in town", belonging to the local `country club' where my father played golf and I would go swimming during the summer months. To me, back then, this was just a "normal" life.
. but this is just a little `background' . for what would happen over the next few years.
..anyway.. when I was, I guess, 7 or 8 years old .. (who really remembers exactly that far back??!!!??).. my friend Sammy and I were peeing into the toilet -- yes, we did that when we were kids.. pee into a single bowl together. I'm really not sure when, but at some point I noticed that he had this extra skin hiding the pink head of his "wee-wee". I had been cut as an infant, so my own equipment had a noticeable head' and shaft' .. but his didn't !!! It looked like a single-unit with a funny puckered end on it . and that was intriguing.
"Hey", I thought. this is something to explore. "Why don't you have a little `strawberry' on the end like I do?" I asked.
"I do," he answered.. "I just have to pull it back like this." At which point he pulled that extra skin back so that his little bright, red, shiny, mushroom head appeared. I was amazed at the `magic' of his movement. "Hey," I said, "Now it looks more like mine."
But I noticed right away, somehow, that his head was much softer looking and appeared to be slick and very smooth. Not the sort of dry greyishness and almost rough skin that I showed.
"How did you do that?" I asked.
"Well. it's there. I just have to pull the skin away," he continued, and as he said that, he pushed the skin forward and the head disappeared. It was the first time I had ever seen how the uncut guy could work that extra bit of skin.
Then he pulled the skin back and pushed it forward several times again. That's when he moved around, facing toward me, and said, "Put your's up against mine." "
"What do you mean?" I asked in all my ignorance.
"I mean put the end of your's up against the end of mine," he explained.
So . is there any reason to argue? Not that I could think of. and I did. head-to-head, tip-to-tip.. then he pushed his extra skin up over his pink end.. and then.. over mine.. I didn't know know why then .. but I was sent to a new world !!!! Well.. it was over 40 years later that I learned the term "docking" - but given a chance !! I absolutely don't say "No" today either !!!
For the next few years every time that Sammy and I got together, we would do the same thing.. we never had "a word" for it .. we just knew that we liked it and we did it! During those few years, we escalated a bit. Since our parents would get together for a night of cards (and drinks).. we would end up being told to "go take a bath and go to bed" .. and . well.. being good sons.. we did as we were told.
However, we soon figured out that when we were supposed to be bathing'.. we would hold off on the bath itself .. first we would do the skin cover' thing.. standing in the tub. and then, and I have no idea when - or how, we discovered something even more new and exciting -- would pee while joined' .. that was just downright incredible !!!! And, again, after 40 years, I finally encountered the term "water sports" !! (Well. maybe I heard the words before that, but didn't test those waters' again until that many years later.)
After that, giving it time to drain out, we would then fill the tub and bathe - sometimes playing with each other under the water. but never knowing what we could have `escalated' to. Neither of us ever seemed to think of or suggest using our mouths or going into the anal regions.
That went on for several years, until, unfortunately, Sammy was killed in a tractor accident. I was young enough then that, as unfortunate as it was, I really didn't react to it as I might have with a relative' . we were friends.. and we did things that felt good'.. but there really was no emotional tie at that point in life..
..and "life went on" .. the next year we left the farm and moved back "to town" .
Then one day, when I happened to walk into his bedroom as he was changing clothes, I noticed that my father's cock also had that little bit of extra skin' - although it only covered the head about half-way -- and I became that much more interested in the general world of cocks' -- regardless of whom they were hanging on! But I also knew that, for whatever reason, and I still really can't answer that one, I was very attracted to my father's cock.
When we lived in the farmhouse, my parents' room and bath were at the back of the house and my bedroom was up front. However, the house in town had all three of the bedrooms opening into the same hallway with the door to the bathroom, so I would lie in my bed with the door slightly ajar and my head under the covers - just my nose and eyes out - and watch for when he would come out of his bedroom, usually nude, to go into the bathroom across from my room, apparently being perfectly comfortable in the nude, and assuming that I was asleep. But I was sure watching his - to me - huge cock swinging back and forth . and sometimes a bit larger and thicker than usual !!
Looking back, I guess he had a full 5" soft and that it surpassed 7" when aroused, and I had a very strong desire to get my hands on it. I wanted to feel the soft skin.. but also to be able to lift it and feel its weight and to do the same for that pair of egg-sized balls hanging below it. I really wanted to know how it felt.
There really was no way that I could get my hands onto it, but there was an alternative. I can remember play wrestling with him on the floor or on the sofa; and I always managed to scoot down make sure that our groins were touching. Once in a while I could actually feel his tube through his pants and undershorts (he wore cotton boxers for the most part), and I really enjoyed feeling that against me, but it never went beyond that.
A couple years later, I spent the night at my grandfather's (my mother's father); and while he was undressing -- I had already settled into my bed (separate twin beds .. my grandmother had passed away, so I slept in her bed), but I was able to watch -- and I saw his cock when he took off his union-suit' (that's an old one-piece style of under-wear). Wow! it also had a fully skin-covered head. Damn!! They seemed sooo much more natural' - and enticing(?) ..
.but I'm sure there was much more to it .. let's face it .. I have always been intrigued by other guys' cocks - period! ..and that was the `start of things to come' .... and I guess somewhere back then, that's where it all began, as far as my interest in uncut cocks. Those of you who know me now, are well aware of my leanings there !!
.but for now . Stay tuned for more .. It's going to become very interesting . I hope ..
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