So, in the other two parts to the story, I told of my childhood friend, Pete, teaching me a little bit about my body. He showed me how to masturbate, but he also showed me the amazing feeling of fellatio. I was only 11 years old, and that may seem young to some, but nonetheless, it was a very fun summer. Pete and I would continue with our daily trips to the swim hole. It was not only very secluded, but we could also cool off on those south Mississippi, 100 degree, summer days.

Pete could ejaculate, and so I also learned how to actually taste it, when he let a good stream of it go onto the tip of my tongue. This made it where the semen had to go across all of my taste buds. Now this part may seem very odd to some of you, but I actually dont mind the taste. I Know some women dont like it, and a lot of it depends on the man's diet, but for the most part, there isn't a bad taste, its just.......I cant describe it with words, but its just cum. But for the most part, I really like to swallow it because I think it shows a level of intimacy with my lover. It lets them know I love them, and want to taste their seed.

Well, it wasn't long until August came and I would have to return to my parents home in another city. Pete and I would stay in touch by phone, but it got less and less. One thing I did not mention is that summer would be my last at that particular summer home, as my grandparents were building a home a few miles away. Same city, but totally different neighborhood. So, I really didn't realize it at the time, but it would be the last summer that I would ever get to hang out with Pete. But, as I said, we spoke a good bit on the phone, but really never got to hang out.

So what I am saying is that at the end of that summer, Pete and I would never share each other's touch again. A few years later though, I ran into him at a local football game. He and I talked at great length, we "hinted" about our activities, but not like we were going to go behind the gym at that school and have sex. We just basically talked about how it was still our secret. Now this was quite a few years after our time, and I was 17 at the time and had began dating girls, when he found that part out, he let me know that he was gay. He had not came out publicly about it, but that he had always knew he was gay. Therefore the things we did, it was just how he felt. He wanted boys (Or men at that time). As we parted ways that time, I promised I would always keep his secret, but that I would need him to promise to do the same for me. I was pretty sure I would be looked at badly if it had gotten out.

Now Pete was not my last boyfriend of my youth, so in my next part of the story, I will tell my tale of passing on what I was taught by Pete. However before I moved into that portion of my journey, I felt I had to first close the chapter on Pete. I have not seen him since that night at the football game. I have often wondered if he ever came out, or found love, or as morbid as this may sound, if he is even still living as so many my age are now passing on. But one thing is for sure, he was my first sexual lover. He was gentle, and he taught me so much about my body and how to make it feel good.

Well, in the first part of this story, I told you about my buddy Pete, who was a neighbor in my grandparents neighborhood during my childhood. Pete and I had went to our secret swimming hole and on that day, he taught me how to jerk off...... well, he actually jerked me off, and then proceeded to jerk his cock off as well. The feeling I got from that climax was the most amazing feeling I had experienced to date. So, of course I had to try it again. Later that same night, I took my bath, and I done it to myself. Dammmmmnnnnnn, that feeling. We all know how it feels to orgasm, but just try your best to think back to the first time(s) you actually experienced it. What a wonderful memory.

So, the next day was the day that my grandfather wanted us to mow his lawn. My grandfather would always hire Pete to help me. He did this so that Pete would have a little spending money so that he could go to the movies, or skating, or anything else we wanted to do over the weekend. Of course, mowing the lawn in 1980 in south Mississippi was a very hot chore, so naturally, I would suggest to Pete that we go swimming afterwards right? Naturally.

We didn't take the horse this time, we just hiked in on foot as it wasn't really that far. As the day before, we both stripped down and I immediately asked Pete could we jack off again. He was hoping I would say that he said, so we just lay on the creek bank slow stroking. That is when Pete stopped me, and said something to me that I will never forget. He said "Would you like me to kiss your dick?" He said he had saw it in a magazine, a lady was doing it to a man, so he thought it would feel good. He suggested he do it to me, and then I could do it to him.

Now this was all so new to me, I honestly could not see anything wrong with the idea. In fact it excited me. So I agreed and Pete scooted close to me on bank and started by rubbing my little member, then he licked the head, and then just swallowed it to the base. That feeling of a hot, wet mouth engulfing my tiny dick was even more exhilarating than the feeling of the day before's masturbation lesson. This was something that I still remember the sensation of to this day. It would not take long for me to reach orgasm again, as all this was new to me, the feeling would just overwhelm me and I climaxed really quickly. The head of my penis is very sensitive after orgasm, so I had to stop him from sucking me, as it was a little bit uncomfortable, and since I had no ejaculate at that time, Pete had not known that I had actually came.

My turn...... My heart, still racing from the orgasm I had just experienced, was feeling like it was about to leap out of my chest. I leaned over and licked him from his balls to that well defined, mushroom head of his cock. Pete just rocked back his head and asked me to take it into my mouth, so I was happy to oblige. As I described yesterday, Pete's organ was way bigger than mine since he was in puberty, so i could not take him all the way to his base, but I had him loving the feeling anyway. I Had no idea what I was doing, but i know what Pete had done to me, so I tried to replicate it. I let my tongue swirl around the head of his cock, and almost instinctually (Not really since this was my very first time to ever blow a guy), I could tell by Pete's movements when I was doing it right.

Like me, Pete would not take long to cum. I could feel his ball sack tightening up as his body prepared for orgasm. He began to buck and that thick, milky juice he has shot into my mouth with a violent eruption. I can still remember how amazingly HOT the stuff was as it spashed the back of my mouth and tongue. I also distinctually remember it didn't really have a taste, I could tell there was a saltiness to it, but as for an actual flavor, I could not really taste any real flavor to it. Now in later life I found out that was because it all went to the back of my mouth and tongue and there are no taste buds there, so I just felt the heat, and got the hint of salt from Pete's young seed.

As we stopped our little experimenting session, we laid on th the small sandbar and caught our breath. After about 20 minutes, we decided it was time to actually swim, so we took a little cold plunge in that spring fed swim hole. Pete would again tell me that we really needed to keep what we did a secret, that we could get into trouble for it. I agreed of course, but I certainly hoped we would continue our fun.

I hope you like these two entries, and there is a lot more to tell, but will keep those for later entries. I will close by saying that Pete and I had a wonderful summer. We learned a lot about each other, as definitely a lot about our bodies. I cannot begin to re-tell all the rest of the encounters, those first 2 times just really stick out in my brain, while the rest just seem to run together as summer fun that neither wanted to end. However I will tell you a little bit more about Pete, and how our summer would come to close.

I have been wanting to tell my story for years. I have never found the correct place or time. I think I am there now. I hope you will enjoy this tale of a journey that isn't finished yet.

I will start out by saying this. I am today, a very closeted off, bisexual male. Why i am so in the closet will be made known through many blog posts, but for now just know that I am married, and I would not be married if the wife knew I was bisexual.

My sexual life began at the age of 11. Seems young, but for boys its not really. We begin masturbation around that age and that is exactly where this story will start. I had a friend in my grandparents neighborhood, lets call him Pete, and he was 13 years old, but in that neighborhood, we were the onlly 2 boys so we hung out all the time during the summer months. I had a horse, and we would both ride in the woods and explore all over.

One day we had been riding and we decided it was too hot, so we wanted to take a swim. We went to our secret swim hole, which was not much more than a deep spot in a small ditch, but it was completely spring fed so the water was clean and cold, and so secluded that I dont even think birds knew we were there. We always skinny dipped, so we stripped down. But on this day, Pete acted a little different. His dick was hard and erect for one thing, and so far that had not been that way in other times we had seen each other naked. He saw me looking at it, and he asked if I had ever seen a guy jack off before?

I had no fucking idea what jacking off was, but I was mesmerized by how big his dick looked. I was 11, and had not reached puberty, so my dick was still very small, but Pete was in puberty, and his dick was growing, and was so much bigger than mine. I wanted to watch it more, so not knowing what Jacking Off was, I still said yes. He showed me.....boy, did he show me. He stroked his dick, which looking back was probably about 4 inches, but compared to my 2 inches, it looked huge. He stroked it and I really liked how it looked. I was also a little taken aback by the ffact that he had hair around his dick, but i didn't. He said mine would come soon, and he kept stroking for me to watch.

But then....he did something I was not expecting at all. He reached over and started stroking my little penis for me. He literally told me, lean back and let him do it since he knew how. In just a couple minutes, I had reached a climax. Now being pre-pubescent, I could not ejaculate, but I could climax and that was the first time I had ever felt anything like that. When i had stopped convulsing, he asked did I like that? and of course, that was as resounding yes..... He then said watch me finish.

As he stroked his cock, he would look at me and smile, he said I would like how it ends. In what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds, he began to arch his back and this lovely juice shot out of his dick. It was not piss, it was white and milky and looked thick as fuck. He told me that when i got a little older, I too would shoot semen like that. We both then swam a little while longer, and then got dressed.

Pete looked at me as we got back on my horse, and he said we needed to keep what we did a secret. I agreed, but at that time, I wasn't quite sure why. But I knew I would't tell anyone.

More about Pete and our summer of 1980 in the next blog entry. Please tell me if you like what I have written. This isn't fantasy, this is how it happened.