When did you first recognize

My objective in writing this piece is one of reflection.  During this Covid-19 time I‘ve had an opportunity to walk down memory lane and think about how I knew boys and men got my attention.

1.  Around the third grade I had an older cousin who would pick on me. Joke around, play ball with me. He would Bring me baseball cards and make a point to give me a new Hot Wheels car. I was the only boy ...the baby boy of the family and have three older sisters.  Owen had 1958 Ford pickup and he would let me sit beside him and watch him shift gears, 3-speed manual on the column.  When I was fourteen he took me camping and sucked my cock.

2. Going to the barbershop.  I loved going to the barbershop as a kid.  The tissue wrap that was placed around your neck was a very stimulating sensation.  It tickled and then became tighter around my neck when the barber put the cap over my lap to cover me.  I recall about the 7th grade the barber pumped the chair and turned me around. My elbow grazed across the mans crotch. He didn’t move...didn’t act differently.  In fact, I remember he stifling up and rubbing his perk against my arm, elbow, etc... When he finished my haircut he took the cap off, used the brush to get the hair off me.  God...he brushed down the front of my shirt. Took his hand and grabbed My belt and proceeded to brush the front of my jeans with the brush.  He kept eyeing me. Never spoke a word.  The next week I went to the barbershop selling candy for a school fundraiser.  He told me to come back before he closed.  When I returned, he locked the door. Told me he would take the entire box and sell the candy to his customers.  He reached in his back pocket to get his wallet.  He then sat down in his chair and put the money on his crotch.  I called his bluff...reached for the money and touched his cock.  He was hard.  We went in the back room.  He was the first uncut man sock I ever sucked.  In addition, he was the first person to rim my ass.  We continued messing around for the remainder of junior high.  The tricky thing was...his wife was my piano teacher so I was in his house frequently.

Part three....P.E. Teacher/ coach...imagine those polyester short that had the two snaps wide waistband.