Probably always knew that I liked men and their equipment; can't remember a time when I wasn't fascinated by my dick and because I liked mine so much, figured that I'd probably like other's. No problem, right. Wrong. Brought up to be a practicing Catholic complete with parochial school from grade 1 and mostly thru high school graduation. Between the nuns and later, the Jesuits, I was totally screwed up. Until the age of 13, I was satisfied to play with my own and it felt good. I had heard rumors from the ****'s next door about jacking off and cumming (never had that or any kind of a sex conversation with either my father or ****) so since I was already sort of jacking it, I wondered what I was missing. I tried and tried and tried to cum; to the point of raising a fucking blister on my cock but by God, I did it. It felt so good. So, even with my blistered wienie, I did it several more times that night. There was another Robert in my 7th grade class. We had just moved from another state and he was one of the first guys I had met when school started. He was friendly, dark haired, smart/studious. I was shy, chubby and also studious so we hit it off and started studying and doing our homework together usually at my house because his mom worked and mine didn't at the time and my house was on the way to his. As the school year went on we spent more and more time together, doing homework, going to the movies, county fair, etc. It was only natural that we'd want to spend the night together. So that's where I am going to leave this today. If you have read this this far, leave me a message letting me know what you think will happen next.