Like most guys my age, there was a lot of talk, no action. I was in my senior year of high school and I had yet to have actually seen a girl's tits, much less a pussy. Being athletic I had seen a lot the guys in the showers. I didn't realize that I gave off the wrong vibe. Or that what I was really looking for was a man, not a boy, to show me the ropes.
A friend of my parents lost their father and they asked my parents if I could help them empty out the house, a lot of furniture moving. I got paid, so sure, I went over, they had a UHaul and a trailer. The place was small in a part of town that I never went to. We loaded, bagged, tore out the carpet. We found a box of diskettes without any labels. Everything we didn't know went into the trash, but for some reason I kept the box of diskettes out of curiosity.
In my house there was an old computer that used diskettes, and I thought it would be fun to see what secrets the diskettes held. I got the computer out and started it, it was long before you needed a password to get in. I put in the first diskette and there was a list of files, names missing, just numbers and letters. I opened one and it was full of pictures. As I opened the pictures I realized it was all porn, gay porn, college guys, high school guys, old guys, sucking and fucking. The ones that turned me on and I masturbated to were the ones of an old man fucking a high school boy. The fucking, and the sucking. I still masturbate to those old videos and pictures.
The box contained only porn, all gay. If he was part of that collection, I don't know I never knew him, and the pictures of an old man didn't help much. But the treasure trove was unending, I masturbated every night. When I went to college I took that old computer with me an my collection of porn. I masturbate in college. I had a roommate, Greg, from New Orleans and he got hooked on the porn and the naked guys and men. It was bound to happen, Greg stood beside me in an undershirt and his dick was under it. I looked over, and I leaned and took his dick in my mouth and started sucking. Soon we were on the bed going hard at it. We got to the point that we were making out, and fingering assholes. Someone had to give in. And it was me. And Greg took over.
As time went on, it was obvious that Greg was the top and I was the bottom. As time went on it became obvious to me that I enjoyed being the bottom, and I wanted him to kiss me. Surrendering my ass to him wasn't difficult. Someone had to be the fucker and someone had to be the fuckee.
It was long after college that I finally threw away all those diskettes. The computer had died, and all I had were the memories. Memories that helped me. Greg went on to bigger and better things, eventually moving south to Belize. I went into the airline industry, becoming a flight attendant. At a time when most all flight attendants were gay men. I knew instinctively that my future was with an older man. A man of experience. Today we live on the shore of Lake Erie.
