The 22nd of November...

An odd date to be sure. One that saw our country deep in sorrow in 63. I can remember it somewhat...only two at the time your probably saying Huh? how could your remember a date from when you were two? Easy enough really...It was my birthday, hard not to forget shopping at the supermarket with your mother on your birthday when the main point of going there was to pick up the supplies, the cake, Ice cream and soda. An announcement came over the stores public address system, seems the store manager had the radio on in the back office at the time when the news was told. I remember hearing the address over the PA, not thinking much of it at the time. But, in that moment the world seemed to stop. Everyone stood where they were...as if the life had been sucked out of them. I remember my mother started to cry, now when your two, and you see your mother cry well your bound to join right in. The Pa system came on anew..the store manager had keyed it so the people in the store could hear the news reports coming in on the radio. It was about that time my dad returned from his trip to the connected drug store, the look of sadness and grief on his face is one I'll always remember. In my entire life I'd only seen that look on my dad's face twice, once on that day, and once again when my sister died many years later. Always a strong man he was not one to show his emotions, but what happened in Texas that day touched all and made our world a little colder.

With each birthday that passes now, I'm always reminded of that one. A day that should of been of happier thoughts and remembrances was now tarnished by what we all had lost. The bright future that had been stretched out before us was taken away. If the man had lived, had not gone to Texas that morning what might have transpired? Would we be where we are now? I don't know? All I do know is two year old's shouldn't have to see their parents break down and cry in a supermarket, parents shouldn't have to bury their children, and country's shouldn't have to grieve for lost leaders because someone thought their ideology was better.

For my birthday wish this year....I'll ask for peace...understanding.... and love. Seems like the world could use some of each right about now.

My first time M2M sex

My first time to have sex with a man was my freshman year in college. I had always been curious and would “check” out guys in the locker rooms or bathrooms at school. I never tried anything and never had anyone try anything towards me.

My girlfriend at the time was out of town one weekend early in my freshman year as was my room mates. The dorm was quiet on Friday night, most people were out of town or out parting, neither of us had much money so we stayed in with some beer and cheap wine. We sat around talking and drinking, drinking and talking. Well after a few drinks I had to pee as you can imagine my room mate said to watch what I was doing or I would pee on the wall, I was not that drunk. He offered to help me to keep the bath room from getting messed up, all I could say was “Yea right”

He followed me into the toilet area and stood behind me, I was curious enough to see what he would do and nervous enough not to say anything. He stood behind me unzipped my jeans and held my cock while I peed. Nothing said, zipped me back up and we went back to drinking and talking.

Well in a bit he had to go pee, so I took a chance and told him I would help him out to return the favor. I was thinking “Wow are you going to do it or chicken out” I followed him into the toilet and stood behind him, unzipped his jeans, pilled out his cock and held it while he peed gave him a little shake and then walked away.

He followed me out with a funny look on his face. He told me that was great and he never thought he would ever let another guy touch him. I kept looking at his face and asked him if he had thought about this and he said no but other things and was always curious. I admitted to him that I had been curious for years but never told anyone.

He asked me if I wanted to try more, all I could do was swallow my drink and shake my head yes. We stripped off and spent the next hour touching and stroking. At this point I stopped and he looked at me, I found the courage to smile and say I want to try more. He blushed and said OK but if either of us wants to stop, we stop. I agreed, slid down the bed and started stroking him again, and then after a few minutes I again found the courage and took his cock in my mouth. I was clumsy and not very good I am sure, but he enjoyed it enough that after only a couple of minutes he tensed up and I started to pull off as he shot a big load, I got a small taste…and yes I did like it…and my first facial. He returned the favor but pulling off quicker. He did dip his finger in my cum on my stomach and tasted it, he did not like the taste.

We spent the remainder of the weekend in bed together and I tasted his cum many times. We spent many nights together the rest of the school year but lost touch after that year.