Where I grew up, it was quite a distance to the swimming hole where we liked to hang out. An older boy I’ll call Bill volunteered to drive me out to the swimming hole one day to see what was going on. When we arrived, no one else was there and then it began to rain. Imagine my surprise when Bill asked me if I had ever done anything with another guy. I said no and he said, “I think you really want too.” Well, he gave me a choice of satisfy him or walk back home. After protesting for a little while, I agreed and did enjoy the experience a lot. This was my start for a lifelong interest in servicing other men. My wife would be shocked to know this, I am sure. -Walt, 60