I don’t know anything about coming out week however, I’ll recount my earliest sexual encounter with another male. It was with a guy, Carl White, that lived up the street from my grandmother, who lived in Ohio. We were back visiting relatives for our summer vacation, having only moved to Calif. the previous year. He was 2-3 older than me. I was probably 10-11 yrs. He asked me to come up to his house and then decided that he wanted to use me for his sexual experiment by rubbing his penis on my back and leg. I did not like it one bit although I was not repulsed, in the sense of his being male. I just never really liked him as a person.
A few days later his buddy, Gary Johnson, who lived directly across the street from my grandmother, was hanging out at my grandmother’s house. After everybody went indoors, or back home he stayed there on the porch talking to me about whatever as the sun was going down. He said, “Feel this.” He had a hardon. I had never felt that before but got a huge thrill out of it. It was big too and not just because he was older than me. With my previous encounter I can’t even recall if Carl was hard. Probably, he was rubbing on me trying to get hard. Anyway, Gary exposed himself and let me play with him. My heart was racing; I was excited; this was awesome; I wanted him to come over tomorrow so we could do it again. I loved our little secret.
Since my family was living in Los Angeles, Calif. at the time I took that memory home with me. Gary tried to be subtle I guess but, he did ask about me thru my grandmother and aunt. We did have another encounter the following summer when our family again visited Ohio. I started fantasizing about other older guys I would like doing the same thing with, although it was a while before it happened. When it did happen as innocent schoolmate playing it was more than just innocent for me and I did manage to get into the pants of a few neighborhood boys that I liked.
The point when I actually used the word gay, which I currently do NOT use for myself, I middle school age (8th grade). A church friend that managed to get into my pants was talking to me over the phone (with his mother listening in, unaware to us). I told him he was homosexual. He said, “What’s that?” I didn’t know what to say but, told him to look it up in the dictionary. He, Pierre, and I went on through high school and into college doing our limited thing with each other. He wanted to f**k me but, I told him he had to do the same. He didn’t. Anyway, he had a nice 10 inches that was a treat for my tasting over all those years. Yes, I’m good at it. *smile*