The Summer of '47

And second, the cold wet slimy dick soaking the front of my shorts and rubbing against my bare leg as I went down the stairs was a constant reminder that I had just participated in a "forbidden" sex act with a man.

Third, there was some remorse for a while, remembering being sucked off and losing my cherry to an unknown man in an act forbidden by society in 1947.

Now however, 65 years later, I still remember everything that happened that night in 1947 as if it happened yesterday. And now, often while lying awake in those dark, magic hours after midnight, in my mind I walk into that dark room and Bruce's mouth seizes my dick again and takes my cherry... without guilt.

Did I ever let another man do it to me again? No, I met my future wife very soon after that night and never had a sexual need again that went unfilled.

The big question now, you may ask, is would I ever let a man suck my dick again?

You bet I would. Now that my wife has passed away and I am alone, I sure would. My old dick has pleasured me one way or another for over 70 years. But now, I've wore it out and it refuses to get hard enough to be inserted into any type of body orifice smaller than a hot mouth and now I know what I am missing.