Peter Was 19 With A Lot of Class
I met a guy through a personal column, and he came over to my place one night to get acquainted. We were sitting there that night, having a drink, with the lights low, and we walked to my bedroom window. There was a guy across the lane, jacking off. Boy, was Peter surprised.
Up to that time, besides my preoccupation with solo-sex, my sexual experiences had all been with guys who went on to date girls and marry. Peter identified himself right from the beginning as being gay, and made it clear that he had never been interested in girls and never would be. He had advertised for a “male friend”, and I had answered.
Peter was exactly my height, 6’2″, of European extraction, and spoke with a slight accent. He had a lot of class, and I found him very attractive, although just a bit feminine in his speech and mannerisms. He was nineteen, with dark hair and striking features, and I must say I was pleased with his broad shoulders, extremely small waist and moderately large basket. He was wearing grey flannel slacks and a T-shirt, and I was wearing a T-shirt and white jeans.
