It was the best of times

Today's world is much different than the world I grew up in. We lived in a suburb and the houses were close to each other. Our neighbor was not a doctor, but he worked at the hospital. He had a son, Ethan. One afternoon I was at Ethan's house, neither of his parents were there, I was laying on the bed listening to music. Ethan came over and got on the bed and with both hands he cupped my dick in my pants and started squeezing it. He looked up at me and told me he knew it felt good. I lay there and he played with my dick. He had me hard and he started to kiss my dick, before putting it in his mouth. 

He pushed his pants down and demanded I suck him too. It was an open floodgate.  Sucking him was so exciting. We traded off, until he told me to lay on the bed and he got on my back and used my butt to rub his dick on. I didn't know what I was doing, but I wanted his dick in my crack and in my butthole. He tried to get his dick in, and it took a while. It hurt but it felt good. He got his dick in me, and I got fucked for the first time.

After that day we just kept getting more and more experienced. We could extract completion with a blowjob, we almost always finished with him fucking me. It was several months before we started kissing. We took showers together and washed each other's dicks. You name it, we did it. And we loved it.

He went on to work for Eastern Airlines as a flight attendant. I went to college and became an accountant. We have the memories but once we left school we never did get together again. But we knew what we were doing, and there was always a guy somewhere who wanted a piece of my ass and to get his dick blown.