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The beginning of a beautiful friendship

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 08 Dec 2002 1 comments
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It started when I was 15. I would hitchhike to get around and this guy seemed to always be in the right place at the right time. Finally after about 10 rides we developed a friendship and he said he had some picture to show me. They were naked women and in the 60's they were not readily available to a 15 year old. He was about 25 at the time. As he gave me the pictures, I could feel myself getting hard. He noticed and asked me if I was getting hard. I confessed and he said so was he. The next thing I know he has his dick out and starts playing with it. He tells me to do the same. I do and he grabs my dick and asks me if it feels good. He tells me to play with his. I say not now and he proceeds to jerk himself off and then me. It felt so good but I was stricken with guilt and fear. Was I gay? During the next few weeks I had occasion to play with some tits and pussy and felt that I was OK. A few weeks later, he picks me up and goes through the picture routine. Since I did not get any that week and was feeling horny, I decided it was OK for him to jerk me off. This time we don't waste a lot of time. We took out our dicks and start to play with our own. Next thing he leans over and take my dick in his mouth. It was the first time I ever had that happen and I loved it. He wanted me to give him a blowjob but I said no- I would play with his. I jerked him off and we left. For the next 10 years, we would meet occasionally and play with each other. He knew that I would not blow him but he was happy to have me jerk him off and he would blow me. I was always torn by my split personality but realized that this was not abnormal and it is OK to be turned on by playing with a mans dick or him play with mine and my masculinity is not in doubt. I am happily married, would love to find another J/O buddy but there never seems to be the opportunity. Often, when I am masturbating, I remember the times we were together and I am able to get off thinking about those old days. I moved away and found his number. I called him and we had phone sex with each other. It was good to remember, relive the old times and make new times. If you have the opportunity, go for it. Some of the best memories are made from times like these.