What Happened to my Friends?

A comment was posted recently that made me do some thinking. It concerned the boy who initiated "Lap sitting," saying that perhaps he had moved on from boys to girls. Those words hit me like a hammer. They reminded me of a close-knit group of five guys of which I was a part for a few wonderful years - and what became of us horny boys.

At our tightest I was 14 and so was another boy who happened to be a minister's son. One guy was 15, about six months ahead of us 14-ers. And there were two 13's, one of them the brother of the 15 guy. I had intimate interaction with each of those guys, alone or sometimes in groups of two or three. But the five of us never got horny together as an entire group, because the two brothers never messed around in the presence of each other.

We never ratted on each other, either. Even if we occasionally got mad we didn't involve adults. Here's the way things have gone for us five, several decades later.

1. I’ll start with myself. This site has done a wonderful thing, helping me understand myself as I read everybody else's stories. I'm the only one of the five who didn't migrate to the other end of the ballroom.

2. Our oldest pal, who was 15 at the moment I'm describing, was very low-key. On a camp-out he and I shared bedrolls together. During the night he pulled down my underwear and then jacked himself off, but did not touch my boner nor offer for me to touch his. That might have been because his brother was along and playing with another guy. The older brother was the first one to like girls. The rest of us talked about him, trying to understand his defection. He married during college, earned an MBA, and has three daughters (I think).

 3. The minister's boy lived in our neighborhood but other than the boy himelf, none of us attended his father's church. He liked to watch while two guys played with each other. Observing our stiffies lit his fire real good. Then, after he'd watched us climax, he'd bang his drum as fast as possible until his hand was just a blur. Around a year later his parents sent him to live with his
grandparents in another town. According to gossip, a girl told her mother that she had undressed for him. He showed her his tool and asked her to touch it - but at the last minute no coition occurred. That act on the part of my friend was hard for me to understand. Why mess with a girl when you've got good buddies to jack off with? That guy is a professor in a college today.

4. The boy that I was least involved with, one of the 13-ers and brother of the 15-er, was an avid masturbationist beginning at 12, which was earlier than the rest of us. At camp one summer he became buddies with a guy several years older. For reasons that I can't explain this many years later, I was angry about him jerking with the older guy, and that's why we had limited contact afterwards. He got married after college and asked me to sing for the wedding, which was a strange feeling. I have no idea where he is or what he's doing.

5. My best friend in the whole gang was the second 13-year-old, actually less than a year younger than me. We lived a few blocks apart, across the boundary line between two school districts. He would call me on some pretense right after school. I would tell my mother that he needed my help with his homework and take off on my bike. Sometimes we would meet in the alley behind a shopping center and jack off behind the dumpsters. Other times we would hide in the big garage behind their house and edge each other until we couldn't bear it any longer. By the time I was 16 and he was 15 the two of us were the only ones left of the original jacking group. Then one day while we were fondling each other's boners he started telling me how much he wanted to screw a girl, but he knew it was a sin and would never happen until he got married. I felt so awful, so "alone" when he told me all that stuff. I got sick to my stomach and felt like my world was ending. He went to college, got married, had children, and became an executive in a large company.

Of the five, there’s nobody left but me.


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