I was chatting with my protege one day and he had asked, “If you hadn’t gotten started with M2M when you did, do you think you would have eventually gotten into it?”
It was a question no one had ever asked me before so I didn’t really know how to answer it except to say, “Probably…” and I answered the way I did because what I did know about those early days was how it seemed to exploded amongst us; that shock of “Holy crap – this feels really good!” and my rushing out to tell my friends about it, only to find out that some of them already knew and I was “welcomed into the club” and what started out as a few of us also exploded into a “whole lot of us” – and that was just in the area that defined our neighborhood.
The shock and often pleasant surprise to be outside of the neighborhood and learning that our guys weren’t the only guys who’d gotten into sex with other boys or really wanted to get into it; I learned that I couldn’t go outside of my neighborhood, meet a new guy and if we hung out long enough, eventually, The Question would come up: “Hey, um, have you ever done it with another boy?” Adult Me would see this as a decision tree kind of thing: If the answer was yes, the next question would be, “Do you wanna do it with me?” If the answer was no, the next question would be… the same question if you answered yes.
Sure, if someone said no and when the next question was answered the same way, you either left it alone or, if the one asking the question was either very horny or curious, you might persuade the other guy to change his mind or, at the least, you found out why he didn’t want to. It was just “rare” to run into a guy who absolutely, positively did not want to do it with another boy and from my growing perspective, no matter where I went in the city… then finding out that there were guys who didn’t even live in the same state that I did who were eager to have sex or very damned curious about doing it with another boy; looking back at those days and it was… contagious and one was either hyped to do it or scared to death to even think about doing it but I saw that even if I hadn’t gotten tossed in when I did, I would have probably gotten caught up in the great wave that was sweeping over a lot of boys and from all walks of life.
On the real, though, the question was moot since I was into it up to my pretty brown eyes and even more so when a week after my first experience… puberty. Just like why we weren’t supposed to have sex with other boys – and why you should say no (and rat the guy out for asking) if asked to – our village elders weren’t of a mind to warn us about puberty except to say that one day, our bodies will go through some changes but, yeah, not wanting to tell us about them.
“You’ll know when it happens,” I remember my father telling me and, yeah, no, I didn’t know but the girl I’d ejaculated into for my first time doing it knew and, whew, if I hadn’t been up and running crazily with this, puberty’s arrival was a serious injection of “nitrous” into my sexual engine. Mine and the other guys who, eventually, learned what I did about puberty and beginning with… it’s not exactly a nice feeling to be damned near constantly horny, which lead to the discovery of masturbation, which was fun but very messy and when you could do it with a friend, well, that worked and you didn’t know where things might go after you started pulling on each other’s pud.
I still felt “safe” to tell my protege that, yeah, I probably would have gotten caught up in it because I bore witness to a lot of guys who did. They had questions and… I had answers to those questions and, um, it’s easier for me to show you than to tell you, you know, if you really wanna know, you’re not going to mind and, you’re not afraid.
My protege had commented, “Man, you sure know a lot about this!” and I said, “I should – I’ve been at this for a very long time…” because this was a lot more than another way to have sex; there was a repeating pattern to it but one you can only see if… you’re on the inside to see it; there was a lot of unspoken history involved – there had to be a reason why the Roman and Greeks were vilified for their sexual exploits with other males, right? Right! It had become clear to me, upon reaching the cherished age of 13, that what me and the Band of Horny Brothers were deeply into… wasn’t really anything new in the grand scheme of things and what history that could be found and read was the proof in the pudding… and whatever the heck that meant.
And being very aware of the great disconnect between what we were being told and the reality that so many of us had experienced and… one of these things couldn’t be right – and I hadn’t taken me long to figure out which thing was wrong and, incidentally, I’d gotten hit with that epiphany in the middle of sucking the cum out of a guy who was begging and pleading for someone to save him. Yeah, a weird time and moment to get hit with some truth but it wasn’t as bad as we were being told and taught – and we were now being told not to have sex with girls because… it would get us into a lot of trouble. That one was like closing the barn door and, yeah, trying to get into a girl’s panties was like trying to break into Fort Knox but, again, that was fine – because the Band of Horny Brothers knew that if a girl didn’t want to, a boy would, and it reinforced that what we were told about it being evil… wasn’t quite right.
Or as I would say to a guy one day, “If we weren’t supposed to be able to do it to each other, we wouldn’t be able to.” He was firmly of a mind that only girls and faggots gave blowjobs and I got to show him that, nope, they weren’t the only ones who could give a blowjob. And like so many of the guys I got to show or prove this to, it was like… a contagious virus and one that once a guy caught it, he’d be off and running trying to do it every time and chance he had to. And being able to run into guys who had “the fever” and the great enthusiasm they’d bring to the party, which only served to reignite my own enthusiasm.
Sex with other boys was good and nice but still not as good and nice as having sex with girls. And getting to learn that “the fever” didn’t just affect us when we were younger; anyone who missed catching the fever at that point wound up catching it as an adult and, sometimes, a guy had no idea why, all of a sudden, he needed to know about dudes having sex with each other because, um, isn’t that some gay shit? And learning, as I did when younger, that it is some “gay shit” but not really – it’s just another way to have sex if you’re not afraid to give it a try. Sometimes I’d find myself sitting and scratching my head and wondering, “How is it that he didn’t know about this?” and catching myself – and smacking my own hands – because, duh, just because I knew about it didn’t mean that all guys knew about it or even wanted to know about it. but, again and like Richard Pryor once said, “A lack of pussy’ll make a motherfucker crazy!”
And “crazy” enough to want to have sex with a guy. The prevailing (but incorrect) mindset that said if a guy sucks your dick, that could mean that he’s gay – but not that you’re gay and cumming in his mouth isn’t gay at all… is it? Well, yeah, when you consider how gay men have sex with each other but also becoming more aware of how… naive our society was behaving to believe that people were either straight or they were gay and there was nothing between the two things – and after the Drs. Kinsey had pretty much proven that there was – but now you get deep into the nuts and bolts of sexuality and sexuality in men and while I now understood why religion said it was evil, well, yeah, no – not really because for humans, having sex didn’t always have to be about making babies – and then understanding why it was so important for us to make babies but then the question of, “Well, what if two people didn’t want to make babies – but they still wanted to have sex?” and, yep, the rabbit hole kept getting deeper.
All of which made me glad that I learned about it when I did because I’m still not sure if I’d been able to understand this the way I do if, like a lot of guys do, I showed up late to the party and seriously late at that. Doing it was easy enough; understanding the why of it all? Not so much and I’d encounter a lot of guys in the 30 to 50-year-old range who’d ask why they’re now interested in something that they were never interested in before – and finding answers that continued to prove to me that the rabbit hole was seriously deeper than I could ever imagine, dream of, or ever know.
I’m actually glad that I never had to ask some guy, “Why did I wait so long to do this?” or “Why didn’t I do this before now?” and as I would hear so many men say once they had the proof that letting a guy suck you off wasn’t all that bad… and neither was sucking him off because who really knew how good sucking a guy’s dick could make you feel? Well, gay men knew it and, yeah, they kinda tried to tell everyone but there’s only one way to really find out… if you’re not afraid to. And having to understand what scared the shit out of men about this but also understanding what “needs always must” could mean or, yeah, that lack of pussy thing or guys realizing that something’s missing; or guys who’d been suppressing this need for a lot of years and were now of a mind to not suppress it any longer.
Seeing and being privy to how some guys justified their entry into the pool and, yes, those things making the rabbit hole even deeper and darker and impossible to see the bottom… and if there was really a bottom. And I still very much believe that had I not gotten tossed in to sink or swim – and I hadn’t “learned how to swim” – my understanding of all of this as an adult would be severely limited due to a great lack of actual experience – and experience that my young and horny ass got plenty of.
Why did it feel so normal? Because despite what religion teaches, it really is normal, and you have to know that they knew that it was – which is why they wanted it to stop and, truthfully, for a good reason if you consider the state of the world in those deep BC days. Religion still tries to put the kibosh on… human nature and it has consistently failed to make and keep everyone heterosexual – and I remember the day I got hit with this one – I was stuck in traffic – and all I said was, “Hmm… isn’t that interesting?”
I think back to the heady and horny days when the Band of Horny Brothers came together and heavily indulged in the very forbidden homosexual sex because not only was it good, but it was also scary good, and we had only one real concern: Do not get caught doing it. The rush I could feel to have a friend screwing the daylights out of me and he’s saying, “I hope we don’t get caught!” and me agreeing that, yeah, if we did, that would be very bad -but don’t stop. Or, with another guy and I’m screwing him, and he dreamily says, “You know we’re not supposed to be doing this…” and I said, “I know – do you want me to stop?”
And his reply, “Do you want me to punch you in the face?” I sure as hell didn’t and it was clear that he didn’t want me to stop and… I really didn’t want to. Understanding later on that, back then, we didn’t have the concerns that adult males would wind up having and how those concerns could really fuck with a guy when, to put it rather crudely, he knew that he needed some dick but he was constantly trying to convince himself that he didn’t or that if he went ahead and got some, everything that could go wrong would go wrong and, oh, yeah, he would instantly turn into a flaming and very effeminate gay man.
Yes. Still glad I found out about this when I did and not way down the road in life.
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