Sunday 10/17/10 2:15 P.M.
My earliest sexual attraction was at age six, while on a family vacation in Washington D.C. At the hotel pool, my brother took me to the men’s room (which had showers) to pee. When we opened the door, there was a beautiful man, with a black mustache and hairy chest, standing there completely naked, and drying himself off. I looked at my brother, he shrugged, and I walked past the man to an empty stall. I didn’t close the stall door completely, keeping it slightly ajar so I could stare at this man, who was carrying on a conversation with another man taking a shower. I took my time peeing, not only to continue staring, but to give the other man time to finish his shower so I could see him, too.
I had my first sexual experience when I was either four or five years old; my big brother, who is now a “conservative Christian,” gave me a blowjob. After that and throughout my pre-teen childhood, I got most of the boys on the block to do the same thing. They were Timmy, Scott, Phil, Chad, Jimmy, Sal, Mikey, Mike, and Tommy. I wasn’t able to get Darren or Kenny. And I didn’t want Petey.
Mostly in the woods and during sleep-overs, which they always hosted.
At age thirteen, I’d heard that there was an eighteen-year-old kid named Carl who showed a boy how to jerk off. Obviously
intrigued enthralled, I manipulated him into doing it for me in a shack in the woods. That was the first time I’d ever seen cum, and his dick was freaking HUGE. It would be another nine months before I was able to achieve an orgasm, still at age thirteen.
Once in my teens, boys my age knew what “gay” meant, so they wouldn’t do it anymore. I never seemed gay, myself, so no one was soliciting me. I didn’t dare come on to another high school kid for fear of being called a fag.
There was no such thing as the internet back then, so I had no way of reaching out to find other like-minded boys...or men. I’d have given anything to have some sort of sex with a grown man (I became obsessed with certain male teachers). If I’d have had access to the internet, I’d have gotten into a whole lot of trouble.
Hence, my teens were almost devoid of any sex at all, with the rare BJ from Phil.
When I was nineteen years old, I began going to NYC with the hope that a man would pick me up. I spent most of my time at Washington Square Park. After several attempts, one guy finally did. His name was German. We went to his place here in the West Village and had some “oral time” together. He had one of the tiniest cocks I still have ever seen.
I didn’t care much about that then, and I still don’t.
Then, on my 21st birthday, my sister was to meet me at a Park & Ride on Long Island. She went to Exit 52, but I mistakenly went to Exit 49, which, unknown to me, was a major cruising spot. While waiting and reading “No One Here Gets Out Alive,” a bio on The Doors, two men in a white Toyota Celica kept circling me. Keep in mind, this was in broad daylight. They stopped and asked me for the time; I gave it to them, then they pulled away. It wasn’t until I noticed the skin mag one of the guys was holding up that I realized what actually was happening. Eventually, my sister met me there and we headed to Manhattan to see Phantom of the Opera, but I kept thinking about the Park & Ride. The next evening, I went back and officially became sexually active.
Now at age 21, I could go to the bars to meet men. I spent most of my time at a bar in Rockville Centre, Long Island called Grand Central. Every Tuesday and Saturday. We danced to “Vogue,” “Groove is in the Heart,” and “Gonna Make You Sweat.” It was a new world for me and I fell for it, head-over-heels.
Even though I almost always left with someone, I didn’t actually fuck for the first year-plus; it was all oral. I remember thinking about how I’d be a bad boyfriend because I didn’t like fucking, certainly not as a bottom, but even as a top. I was too young to realize how much we change. I also recall being with this older guy (he was 25). When we got to his aparment, he had gay porn playing. I wanted him to forward through the fucking because I thought it was gross.
By 22, I met my first boyfriend, who was 44. We were together for six years, and I played bottom. When I met my second boyfriend, at age 30, I still played bottom, but I was starting to change. When we broke up, when I was 32, guys just wanted me to fuck them. By the time I was 37 and discovered orgies, my persona had changed from meek, young, and somewhat submissive, to what one guy called “the famous top,” with a reputation that got guys to talk about me when I wasn’t even there. Bottoms (and even a few tops) follow me around at sex parties.
These days, I don’t go to other sex parties much, because I’m around sex so much at my own parties. I need to hit the “reset button” and enjoy the spaces in between.
I don’t know if there’s another boyfriend in my future, but in the meantime, my 36-year-long sex life has been a good one, and one which I thoroughly enjoy...
...from top to bottom.
New party concept!
According to the stats on my blog, there are actually more men who identify themselves as oral, than top. There should be a party dedicated to these guys.
As always, guys are free to have whatever kind of sex they want here; I just bill it as a certain type of party. I’m curious to see the type of crowd this attracts, as I’m more of a...fucker. I absolutely love a great blowjob, though. The first one will be on Wednesday, October 27th.
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