Sometimes you really miss the good old days
The First time but It Lasted for years
It started when I was 15 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 Firehouse. 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 touches my dick over my pants, take it out and play with it - it's OK, and he whips out his dick and starts to play with it. I was confused because the pictures turned me on, seeing his dick in his hand also seemed to have an affect on me. I took mine out and started to play with it ever so slowly.
He let go of his dick and I stopped and let mine go. Then he reaches over and starts to play with me. I was frozen. This was the first time this happened to me and I was enjoying it. After a few minutes, when he knew he had me in a trance he told me to play with his. I did. It was warm, and curved to the right. I enjoyed playing with it and he brought me to orgasm in no time. I did the same to him, we rolled up our pants and he drove me home.
This went on for years. Always - similar events and after awhile, he left the pretense of pictures and just said, you want to stop at the 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 for me was going to be my good friend until I came. After that, I could always rationalize that this was just to get my rocks off. I never fantasized about him playing with me - I would bring out my magazines of tits and ass and some pussy and proceed to come.
He would soon start giving me wonderful blowjobs. I would jerk him off but not blow him. We would continue this well into college and several times after I graduated. Actually we continued until I got married.
If he walked into my house now, he could still get my attention.
The lesson here is just because you get hard looking at another dick, you are not necessarily gay. Certainly if someone jerks you off and you love it, it is just a physical event - not an emotional one. Enjoy your dick and if you can play with someone else, try it.
Excuse, me while I jerk off to the memories!!!