The ”I” in bi

Exactly when this actually gained an oral aspect, I have no idea, but for sure when we were out of preschool, so 6 or 7 perhaps. It didn’t have any sexual meaning to us at that age, but it did feel good, that much I can remember. We didn’t get an erection yet, and certainly no orgasms. It just felt pleasant, an extraordinary tickling that you didn’t want to stop, and that filled your belly with butterflies.
I remember vividly how my friend and me hid in certain places that allowed us enough privacy to indulge in this forbidden play. Even though we were too young to appreciate the true nature of what we were doing, we instinctively understood that this was something we didn’t want our parents or anyone else to find out about.

During those summers, there was one friend in particular I spent a lot of time with. We usually just started out playing in the meadows behind his house, chasing each other, hide and seek, often with other boys from the neighborhood enlarging the pack. When one after the other left for home or other adventures, him and me stayed behind, alone to play that other game we had grown fond of. The large grassy fields lay secluded behind the gardens of a neighborhood still under construction, and offered us plenty of concealment . So we would lay in a dent in the tall stems, our pants down to our ankles, taking turns in sucking the other’s penis, the beneficiary counting up to a hundred in the agreed upon tempo, at which point the roles would be reversed. On a typical day of this, we’d switch turns maybe a dozen times, just enjoying the sensation of the sucking, and the strange but not unpleasant taste and texture of another boy’s penis. Like I said, it didn’t occur to us that there was anything sexual about this, not for the first few years, not until we left elementary school behind us and went off to high school.