And as I came and went from the block where I lived, visiting friends and returning home by foot, I couldn't help noticing how many of them eyed me as well. The next block from where I grew up in old Philadelphia - a lovely neighborhood of brick townhouses, brick sidewalks and gas streetlamps - was a gay cruising area.Įvery night after dark, men would stand or sit on the steps of houses while other men walked by, eying each other. I since learned that there is no comparison - they are different but both wonderful - but my desire to be licked and sucked has never waned. Many were my fantasies of getting laid but I also began to believe that wet lips and a tongue would be able to create sensations far more intricate and pleasurable than a vagina. I was pretty sure I was not alone in this, but I became erect - sometimes even painfully so - at the drop of a hat and had to relieve myself often. Pictures of sexy women, both in front of my eyes and behind them, were my constant companions. By the age of 18 I had (frustratingly) not yet gotten laid, and I of course wanted to, very badly.
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