(This story is evolving, patience, please)

Met my first junior high school crush on the bus. In those days, the bus meant many things. It was often a means to an end, but the rides and the people I met were often the best part.

There was this boy, a handsome young man about my age. Donald. Very cute! He had dark hair, a nice smile, like his uncle, a popular meteorologist on TV in the 60s. He seemed to be intelligent and fairly well read for his age. I remember discussing Papal infallibility and political satire with him. We, in our youthful arrogance, were very knowledgeable about world affairs, talking about high and mighty subjects. Meanwhile…

Bring on the testosterone and the full bloom of pubescence!

I became obsessed, for reasons not yet clear to me in my youthful ignorance, with getting him alone and undressed. I wanted to feel his body next to mine. I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with it when I had it, I just knew that doing something with him was probably going to be very exciting and feel very right!

There is a certain purity to the desires and wants of youth. It is an age where we really don’t understand consequences yet. We may understand the concept in our youth but we don’t really take it into the way we think and view our lives. We see a thing, we want a thing. And I very much wanted him. I wanted to hold him, hug him, kiss him, let my hands wander all over his body. I wanted to make him feel so good that he would let me be with him whenever possible.

Now, among the many books I’d acquired and avidly read, was a two story volume of Edwardian pornography, Forbidden Fruit and it’s equally descriptive sequel. Decently written by someone who had fun with the irony of life among the semi-nobility and upper-class of 1890s Britain and the progress of a young man from puberty on and his very broad sexual education. It also took bisexuality and equal interest in both sexes as a discreet norm. (The book is in the public domain and easily found.)

Even at that seemingly tender age I was fascinated with the parts where he discovered the joy of buggery with both his male and female companions. a time before reliable birth control, buggery at least never resulted in a pregnancy. The only limiting factor was that buggery seemed to be very frowned upon in both polite society. It was common knowledge that it occurred, but one never, ever discussed it or even allowed that it existed in conversation. But, exist it did and I wanted to participate!

Which brings us back to the true subject this little exercise. Don was cute and smart. We both rode the bus together from school, although he got off three stops on, just to the south of Rice University.

He was absolutely beautiful and smart enough to discuss world politics intelligently with! I wanted him! Naked and squirming in bed. Kissing and making out if he’d let me. and maybe, just maybe I could convince him that a little buggery and sword swallowing was just harmless fun between good friends!

For months I rode home with him. I would spend the afternoon with him at his place without benefit of his divorced parent or other chaperone.

I tried, oh, how I tried to find the way to bring up the subject dearest to my heart and my constant erection in his presence. I even set up elaborate and romantic scenarios where, like James Bond or Napoleon Solo, I save him from an evil or tragic fate, whereupon he would throw his eager self upon me! Yes, I wasn’t interested in saving the princess, I wanted the prince!

Alas, we never did do anything together of a sexual nature. Yes, a story of first lust, but unrequited lust. I suppose you were expecting more. And it, in the fullness of time, will come.

He became, however, the source of many onanistic fantasies. And those fantasies led to more than a few interesting fetishes and practices during my misspent secondary school years. I had fun, hidden away on the upper floor of my parent’s house, discovering the joys and gentle roughness of rope play, self bondage, even the gentle pain of hot wax dripping on one’s glans.

For my own pleasure, and hopefully yours, we shall be delving into these diverse and maybe even perverse stories in posts to come.