The ”I” in bi

I had other play partners. At some not insignificant risk, I used to ask other boys in my circles of friends if they’d play my special game with me. The responses were mixed. Some were outright repulsed by the idea – I even got told on a few times with none too severe consequences to my reputation I can gladly add – though most just dismissed it. I can’t blame them. Thinking about it now, I can imagine how outlandish it must have sounded when some kid asked you if you’d suck his penis, and in exchange he’d suck yours. But all taboo and awkwardness aside, I did find 2 or 3 other interested parties, so summers were rarely dull during that period in my life.

I remember one particular partner in crime, who was quite a few years older than me. He had been an early adolescent when we’d hang out together. I remember us concealing ourselves from prying eyes in a small marsh with lots of bushes and trees, the perfect place for me to break in a new playmate.

I did have a bit of a startle when he pulled out his wiener. Although far from being a man, he was no longer a boy. His cock was a lot bigger than mine or any of my other friends’. Were we just had tiny boy willies, I remember his being quite meaty and longish. He already had some pubic hair as well, and soon after I started sucking it, I was surprised to feel it grow larger and stiff in my mouth. I had no idea why that happened. I had erections myself of course – morning wood knows no age – but the connection didn’t occur to me at that time. Now I understand that at his age and stage of physical development, he must have had more of an understanding of the significance.